Cabin 13 ~Book 1~

Epilogue

*Sydney's POV*
My heart was pounding in my chest as I left. I'd seen Jesse mad, and I'd seen him act so sweet too, but never- in this whole time that I'd known him- had I seen him cry. The sight of it made me want to cry myself, but I didn't. I couldn't.
I reached the dock that Jesse and I had talked on once before. I remembered every bit of it so clearly, but it seemed like it was a million years ago. Everything is so much different now, now that I know.
I sat down at let my feet hit the cool water, trying to get a hold of my thoughts. I didn't know what to do, or if I really had anything to do now. I broke up with Jesse, but I kissed Ethan. Do I want to go back to Ethan?
And what about Jesse? Do I turn him in? Could I turn him in? How would I even turn him in? Where was my evidence? Would Alyssa also go to jail, since she helped?
The thought of Alyssa brought back the memory of the recording. I pulled out my phone and played the recording. It was as clear as could be, and it was the only evidence I had to use.
Staring at the phone in my hands, my mind went blank. Only one question was left in my mind.

Should I turn him in?


*Jesse's POV*
I just sat there, watching as she walked away from me and- or so it felt like- out of my life. My heart felt as if it had been ripped from my chest, and just left on the ground in front of me.
"Jesse." Ethan said, still standing on the porch. "Jesse, you need to go."

My whole body was filled with a sudden rage as I remembered that they had been dancing together when I walked up.
"It's your fault." I said, looking up at him.
"My fault?" He asked, clearly confused. "What did I do?"
"Ever since you got here, Sydney and I haven't been right. Everything turned into a mess when you got here. You screwed with her head and now..." I trailed off, more tempted than ever to just lunge at him now and beat him as hard as I could.

"Look, I haven't done anything. And honestly, if you think that anyone has the ability to tell Sydney what to do or persuade her of anything, you don't know Sydney at all. She's independent, and stubborn, and would punch you before doing what you say. So, if you want anyone to blame, just blame yourself for being a murderer."

"I am not a murderer!" I yelled loudly.

"Yeah, says the one that killed Brandon Faye."

The door opened behind Ethan, and an older guy stepped out. "Ethan, it's past curfew. Get back inside. And..." the man looked at me, then back at Ethan. "Were you two about to fight? Look, it doesn't matter. Just get out of here okay Jesse?"

I hesitated. I didn't know where I'd go.

I growled and pushed myself off of the ground, taking off in the direction that Sydney had gone, hoping to find her and talk to her. I racked my brain for any places that she might have gone to, any place that I could find her.



*Sydney's POV*

"Can't sleep?" a voice asked from behind me. I turned around and saw Tara, a cigarette in her hand, looking at me.
"No." I said. She came and took a seat beside me.
"Me either. What's keeping you up?"
"Life altering decisions. They're crap." I muttered. Then I sighed and looked at her. "If you knew something that... that you should report to the police... would you do it? Even if the person was your... friend." I said, hesitating over the word friend.
"No matter who they are to you, you should tell the police. Especially depending on what they did." She said.
I let the words sink in. I knew what I was going to do then.
"Thanks Tara." I said, then held my hand out. "Can I have one?"

The next day I woke up before all the other girls in my cabin and got dressed. My phone felt heavy in my pocket as I walked towards the administration office. My throat felt dry with what I was about to do.
But I had to do it. Tara's words stuck with me through the night and I knew she was right. I couldn't let a murderer stay out in the world.

"Good morning Sydney. What can I help you with?" the lady in the office said, a smile on her face.
I nearly turned back and gave up, but before I could stop my hand it was reaching into my back pocket and pulling out my phone.
"I... I need to talk to someone." I stuttered. "I need to talk to the police."
She gave me a confused look. "The police? Why sweety? Did something happen?"
For once, no sarcastic remark came to my mind. For once, I was completely serious as I looked her in the eye and put my phone on the counter in front of her.
"Yes. I need the police because... because I need to tell them who murdered Brandon Faye."