The Truth

chapter five: cabin

I step inside and a wave of memories rushes through me. I haven't felt this feeling in a long time. I've gone everywhere she and I went together.

This was the last place on the list.

It's weird. I remember the first time all of us came here. I was so excited to come and get a break from life and all the minor inconveniences that I thought were a big deal. Only now I realize my problems then were nothing but irrelevant and stupid.

That was a good five years ago. Time flies. I miss it, I miss it so much.

I look around and just take in the feeling.

I stare at the handle to our bedroom. I'm scared to go in. Not just because it was our room, but I'm also afraid I might cry or do something stupid.

I just don't want anyone to see. If I cry in front of anyone, I've definitely reached my limit. I don't want anyone to see and ask me questions I don't want to answer. Not ever.

I walk toward the door and Quinn steps in front of me. He reaches his hand out and I'm confused for a moment. I catch up to pace and hand him a few of my bags. His hand lightly brushes mine and I let go of the bags way to fast.

I turn the handle slowly and step inside. I flinch at the emptiness. I quickly recover and set my suit case against one of the walls.

I look around and it all just feels wrong. So plain and different.

I feel the need to run and hide. Or even cry. I walk over to the bed and Quinn sets down my last bag.

"Is that everything?" he asks.

I nod.

I wait for him to leave but he doesn't. Why isn't he leaving?

"Is something wrong?" he asks and I almost want to tell him.

"No I'm good, It's just weird being here. It's been what?" I count my fingers. "Two years?"

"Oh yeah, right." He scratches the back of his neck. "Well I'm gonna go and see if anyone needs help. You'll be okay right?" Panic rushes through me.

"Obviously," I say and he leaves hesitantly. I let out a breath and begin to unpack my things.

I brought way too many things. I ended up packing a total of ten bikinis. Who the hell brings ten bikinis on a trip?

Me, that's who.

The worst part is, I have way more at home. I didn't realize how many I had until I was packing last night.

I desperately need to go through them. But what's that? Too much work.

I'm halfway finished when Dylan knocks on my door. She comes in and lays on the big bed.

"What? No fair, your bed is almost ten times more comfortable than mine and Iris's," she says and pushes on the mattress.

"Well I guess I'm just that much better than you."

"No, but nice try." She laughs. I unfold and refold my clothes before setting them into the drawers. Dylan gets up and looks into my suitcases.

"Jesus fuck Vera. Why do you have so many swim suits?"

"It's an insane obsession of mine."

"I brought like three, maybe four."

"Like I said, obsession."

"Damn, I thought I had an obsession."

"Well I guess now you know you really don't."

"I guess so." She laughs and so do I.