The Island

Part 3 - 4

Four:

"Just lay back and take a deep breath." Sara said to Brock. He laid on her bed on his back, facing the ceiling. He stared up at the ceiling, taking deep, slow breaths. In their bed, Brock studied the patterns on the ceiling that Andie did earlier that morning. He found making shapes and sense out of the lines and dots soothing and relaxing. He was after all tense. Being in the same room as the person who thinks you killed his girlfriend's friend's boyfriend was terrifying. To top it all of, the guy is obviously stronger and taller. Brock continued to force himself to stare up at the ceiling. He dared not to look at Andie or Sara. "Alright, are you ready?" Sara asked Brock, breaking his internal thoughts. She adjusted her low stool that she sat upon next to the bed. She had her notebook and pen on her leg. "Yes." Brock replied, taking a breath. Andie leaned his body against the door. His head was raised and alert to Brock. He paid close attention to Brock. "Okay... first question - were you with Taylor for the majority of the evening last night?" Sara asked. "Yes." Brock repiled. Sara scribbled something in her notebook. "Next question... Did you, after dinner, meet Taylor in your room?" Sara did not look back up at Brock. "Yes." Brock looked at the ceiling nervously. "What did you do?" Sara inquired. "We talked for a bit. It was all pretty much nonsense." Andie stood up a bit at Brock's claim. "Are you sure about that?" Andie said to Brock from across the room. Andie already knew the answer to the question, but he looked for what Brock might say in return. "Yes, I'm sure." Brock replied quickly. Sara turned back to Andie and gestured to stop speaking. Andie recognized the sign and backed off. "Fourth question... Did you go to the party before it started?" Sara asked. "Yes I did." Brock replied. "You went with Taylor, correct?" "Yes." "And what did you do?" Brock sighed. "I drank some punch and greeted people at the drinks table." "And what else did you do?" Sara questioned. "Nothing really... We went for a walk outside." "What happened during that walk? Did you see anyone?" "Nope." Brock quickly replied. Sara paused for a moment and took some lengthy notes. A silence settled over the room momentarily - all Brock could hear from his bed was his own breathing and Sara's pen sliding quickly across her notebook. Sara clicked her pen and set it down. "And you were indeed the one who pounded on the cabin?" Sara asked, looking at Brock's body. Brock laughed a little. "I think." He chuckled. "You think?" "What does that mean?" Brock faced Sara for the first time. "See, the night was a bit hazy for me. I don't remember a whole lot until I showed up at the front door with Taylor." Brock said. He turned and faced the ceiling once more. "And why is that? Why can't you remember?" Sara asked. "I don't know; I think I have a bad memory or something." He replied. "Well that's interesting." Andie said, leaving the door frame and approaching Brock. "Because Taylor said you were drunk-" "She said what?!" "Andie, we are supposed to say that!" Both of them looked at Andie with wide eyes and loud voices. "That bitch." Brock said, leaning back to an upwards position. "She threw me under the bus-" "Wait." Sara stopped Brock. "You talked with Taylor about this?" Her tone grew louder. "Were you planning this?" Brock grew silent. "Get JT and Jeanette." Sara looked back at Andie, whom had returned to the doorframe. "Why?" He asked. "Just do it. Take them to the library and stay in there. Wait for me to get there." "Um... okay." Andie replied. He continued to stand there. "Well, what are you waiting for?!" Sara urged loudly. "Go! Find them!" Andie quickly took his girlfriend's command and left the room. Sara turned back to Brock and sighed. "Is there anything else you'd like to tell me?" She asked in an impatient tone. "Nope." Brock replied, shaking his head. "Are you sure?" Sara leaned closer to Brock. "Yes, I am sure I have nothing else to tell you." Sara sighed and slid her pen onto the cover of her notebook. "You're free to go." Sara said, gesturing out the open door. "Yes." Brock whispered, getting up. He quickly stepped past Sara and walked hastily into the hallway. He turned for his room. "Hey!" Sara said, stopping Brock. He looked back at Sara. "I don't think so. You can go find someone else to chat with before Taylor." Brock sighed and turned around. He walked down the hall toward the stairs. Sara walked out of her room and closed the door.