The Island

Part 5 - 1

Part 5:

One:

The evening and night passed for Brock and Taylor. Taylor had counted she was living on the fifth night on the island. As usual, she found only Brock to talk to in her room. It was a sort-of silent agreement that the two do not venture out of the room together. After the night Adin was murdered, it drew so much attention to her. Spreading herself and her best friend into the spotlight wasn't good of their well-being. And I guess being around the two top suspects makes you look worse to, she presumed after Randy's attempt at getting them to leave their room and interact with the other people had caused him to look suspicious. He hadn't set foot in the room since this morning. "That's unlike him." She thought to herself. "But he'll be back in time for bed." Talking to Brock wasn't so bad; after all, they knew what they had truly done. No one else really does either. Taylor decided to discuss this with Brock in the morning, after Michael and Randy had left the room for breakfast. She laid her bed back on her white pillow and fell asleep. Before she knew it, she was whisked back to the first night at the cabin. Taylor stood in the foyer, beyond the point of drunk. She knew she drunk very heavily that night; Brock was drunk too, but she knew she was blackout drunk. Well, at least now she did. Her drinking took away most of her memories of that night; all she remembered was before and after Adin was murdered. In the middle - it all goes blank. Based on what Taylor was seeing, she thought she was going to fill in that missing blank. Standing in front of her, Adin smiled beside JT. "Hello, Taylor. Have you been drinking?" Adin asked mockingly. "Yes.." Taylor heard herself slur. She was in no control of her own words. It's like she was watching herself - rewatching a memory. "That's too bad." He said, walking closer. Brock was nowhere to be seen. Taylor began to back up from the approaching Adin. She kept walking back until she felt a welcome rug to the front door. In her sleep, Taylor felt helpless. She watched as JT took a few steps closer to her too. "Knock her out." Adin commanded JT. Without hesitation, JT took a medium sized bottle of an unknown liquid and poured it into a washcloth. "No!" She screamed, reaching for the door. JT took a long stride and shoved the cloth into Taylor's face. He banged her head into the front door with the momentum from his stride. Taylor struggled momentarily, frantically trying to open the front door and escape. But the liquid made her weak... and sleepy. Slowly, she lost feeling, and soon consciousness. She slid down the front door, still with JT's cloth firmly pressed against her face. He released her and he left her fall to the brown rug. Her hair lay in a mess on the floor. "Alright, this is what you wanted." JT turned to Adin. Despite the fact Taylor was passed out, she still saw the images of JT and Adin speaking to each other. Adin chucked to JT. "Help me take her upstairs." He said. Both of them took Taylor's arm and pulled her up. They carried her, one arm each, to the stairs where they began to proceed up them. The images the sleeping Taylor saw suddenly changed - she saw herself in Adin's room. The room was dark - no visible lights were on. Taylor saw herself face up on the bed. Adin was on top of her, gripping Taylor's wrists and had his pants off. She saw her pants her around her knees. It took her a minute to process what she was seeing; and then it hit her. She was watching Adin rape her. The shock jolted her through her sleep. The images snapped off and Taylor's eyes thrust open. She shot straight up, almost striking her head against the top bunk. She breathed very hard and fast. Her head throbbed still with fading images. She looked at her window and blinked a bit at the blinding light. It was morning, and she was awake. But was that real? Had Adin and JT really done that to her? She sat back into her bed and looked over to Brock. She began to sob as she saw his face. She was so scared. Her dream - even if it was a dream - had just told her what had happened the first night at the cabin. Taylor without hesitation threw a pillow from her bottom bunk below Randy across to Brock's bunk. The white pillow struck his head. "Get up." Taylor said, terrified. Brock slowly rolled over, looking half-asleep in his bunk. Taylor saw Michael was absent from his bunk above Brock; she imagined Randy was gone too. Despite that, Taylor still breathed hard. "What...?" Brock said, sleepily. "I think I remember what really happened to us that night." Taylor said. "What do you mean?" Brock asked, sitting up on his left elbow in bed. She sighed. "Based on what I saw just now, I think it gives me a reason to kill Adin."