The Island

Part 6 - 2

Two:

"What do you mean someone tried to drown her?" Sara asked Carmen. They stood on the dock closest to the shore. "Something was caught around her foot and it wasn't an accident-" "How do you know that?" Andie interrupted Carmen. He stood next to Sara on the dock. "Because no one just drowns out of the blue. Someone screwed up in the head is doing this. And this is no news to any of us... I've heard rumors about someone watching Logan and footprints on the side of the cabin. Someone here is trying to hurt us-" "Where did you hear that?" He questioned sternly. "It doesn't matter." Sara stepped in. "Let's get Jeanette into our room, Andie." Sara said. He nodded. Sara turned to Carmen. "Will you help us carry her?" Sara asked. "Yes." Carmen said. The three at the end of the dock went over to Jeanette, who was breathing and lucid but weak. "Jeanette." Carmen said softly. "We are taking you back inside." Jeanette slightly nodded. Together, they silently agreed to carry her by the arms and legs. Sara and Carmen grabbed Jeanette's arms while Andie took Jeanette's scarred legs. She flinched at Andie's touch, but didn't resist. The three carried her very quickly to the shore and up to the lawn; the three did not struggle with Jeanette's weight very much. The front door was open, probably because of the breeze. A smell of breakfast had covered the veranda as Carmen realized her pancakes were burning. "Oh no! The pancakes-" "Carmen, Jeanette's more important right now." Andie said, carrying Jeanette's legs up the stairs to the veranda. The two behind her followed, making Jeanette's body fall back and rock forward. They all got onto the concrete veranda and walked into the cabin. The three walked through the foyer and through the lounge room. They got to Sara and Michael's bedroom hall and found the white door that belonged to Sara. Andie kicked the slightly open door fully open and brought Jeanette inside. They rested Jeanette's moist body on top of the un-made bed sheets. "Carmen and Andie, stay with Jeanette. I'm going to go get Logan." Sara said to them. "Why?" Carmen asked. "Because she's apart of this too." Sara replied, waking out her own bedroom door. "So the rumors are true?" Carmen called after Sara. Sara stopped and hesitated. Carmen smirked and nodded. "That's what I thought." Sara continued down the hall for the stairs. About 10 minutes later, Jeanette, Sara, and Logan sat in Sara's room. Andie and Carmen had left at Sara's command a few moments earlier. Logan was still a bit sleepy, but the news of Jeanette's attempted drowning kept her awake and alert. "Okay, why did you want me to be here?" Logan asked Sara. She had taken a wooden chair from the lounge room and brought it into Sara's room to sit in. "I wanted you in here because you both..." Sara looked at Jeanette, and then back at Logan. "have had similar experiences with an anonymous person. Logan, do you have any idea who was spying on you that night?" Logan sighed. "No, but I do know who it's not." Logan replied. "Who?" Sara asked. "JT." Logan replied. "It is was him, I think I could tell. He's the biggest guy here; and the figure, at least from my memory, wasn't as broad or tall as JT." Sara nodded. "Okay. That makes sense." Sara reached behind her and grabbed her notebook. She flipped to the notes she took after Logan and Wyatt told her their experiences that night. Sara had made a side note on her page with "JT?" written on the side. She took her pen she stashed in the binding of her notebook and crossed that out. "Jeanette?" Sara turned to her. Jeanette was able to speak now. "What?" She asked. "Did you see anyone last night or this morning anywhere near the shore or lake?" Sara questioned. "No." Jeanette shook her head. Sara scribbled words on a new page in her notebook. "Have you noticed anyone suspicious around you?" Sara asked. "Yeah." Jeanette said. "You." "What? Me?" Sara exclaimed. "You can't take charge. It's almost like you're too nervous to. Why are you so nervous? Is it because you're framing someone-" "Jeanette, Sara is our friend! She's doing a fine job. I can't believe how rude you'd be to one of your best friends." Logan stopped Jeanette. "Well, if you ask me, Sara isn't exactly my best friend right now." Jeanette sat up and said to Logan. "Are you kidding me? She's lending you her bed, she carried you to this bed, she's been very kind to you, and now you're trashing her? What kind of friend are you?" Logan glared at her. Jeanette ignored Logan. "Carmen," Called Jeanette. Outside the room, footsteps came clicking to the door. The door opened and Carmen peeked in. "Will you help me upstairs? I want to dress up for my big speech this afternoon." Jeanette said to her. "Of course." Carmen replied to her. She walked over to Jeanette's bedside. "Oh, and will you help me do my make-up and hair? I want to look nice." Jeanette said right before Carmen picked her up. "Of course." She nodded. Carmen picked Jeanette out of bed. Sara stood, ready to assist Carmen in carrying Jeanette up the staircase. "That's alright. I got her." Carmen read Sara's mind. Sara nodded and watched Jeanette walk with Carmen's assistance. They walked out together and turned right for the stairs. Sara watched them exit her sight. Once they were gone, Sara looked to Logan, still sitting in the same wooden chair as before. "Thanks for standing up for me." Sara said. "No problem. That was selfish anyway." Logan replied. A silence came between the two."Hey, can you help me with something?" Sara shifted the subject. "Sure. What is it?" Logan replied. "I need to pick out an outfit for my speech. Will you tell me what's cute and what isn't? I don't want to look like a fool compared to Jeanette." Sara said. "Yeah." She stood up and walked closer to Sara. "And I don't blame you. I wouldn't want Jeanette winning an election because she out-fashioned me." Logan chuckled. "I know, right?" Sara smiled. Logam walked back over to her chair and scooted it back toward the wall. Sara looked down and thought for a second. For once since the murder, she was going to do something she actually felt good doing. It made her feel the laughs and chuckles were almost real.