Secrets at Sea

Chapter 9

Mason and I sit in the dark bathroom for another twenty minutes and listen to the two people pound on the doors as they go down the hallway. One room must have opened their door because for a few minutes all we heard was screaming and eventually three gunshots. Mason and I are sitting across the bathroom from one another; he had closed the bathroom door after the people walked away and is now leaning up against it. I have my knees pulled up close to my chest and am resting my forehead on top of my crossed arms.

"Do you think they got Chloe and Brooks?" I whisper more to myself than to Mason.

"There's really no way to tell at this point. They could have found a place to hide like us, but they were in the bar with a lot of people." He runs his hands through his hair and starts rubbing the back of his neck, "They did have a lot to drink before we left and probably still have alcohol in their systems."

A thought crosses my mind and I lift my head up, looking at Mason. "Why did you pile all the luggage on the bed next to me?"

"I thought that if someone did end up coming into the room then they would see me first before trying to look through the luggage to find you." He says, still looking at the tiled floor, "It was the only thing that I could think to try and keep you safe in that moment."

I sigh and slowly stand up. "We need to do something. We can't just sit here and wait for Chloe and Brooks to come find us. Plus, the people with the guns might come back and they could break down the door if they really wanted to."

Mason jumps to his feet and blocks the bathroom door, "You didn't see them Sea. They had on hoodies and bandannas that were covering their faces." I try to move past him, but he blocks me again. "They were carrying rifles and had knives strapped all over them." He whispers. I try to move him out of my way, but he grabs me by my shoulders and forces me to stand in front of him.

"We can't just sit and do nothing. Our friends could still be alive and fighting for their lives while we just sit in a stupid bathroom." I whisper angrily. He lets go of my right shoulder and pinches the bridge of his nose with his free hand.

Mason lets out a deep sigh. "You know this is how every single white person dies in any horror movie, right?" Mason mutters and I roll my eyes.

"Well good thing only one of us is white, you and your tan will be fine." I say and nudge him. He doesn't smile at my poor attempt to lighten the mood. "Mason, you know we can't let them die without trying to save them."

He takes a minute to respond. "We don't know if they're alive. For all we know the guys with the guns could have killed all the crew members already and are now hunting down the guests for fun."

"That could be the case." I say, I'm about to argue another point when there is a light tapping noise coming from the main door. I move Mason aside before he can protest and slowly walk over to the peephole. I look through it and see the blond guy from earlier in the day standing in front of my door.

What the hell? What does he want? Is he with the guys from earlier? I think to myself as I move slightly to the right, trying to get a better angle and see if there is anyone else in the hallway. He doesn't fit the description that Mason gave me, so he might just be another person trapped and trying to find a place to hide.

Blondie raps lightly on the door again before whispering at the door, "Miss Redmund, please open the door if you're in there."

How does he know my name?! I think and look over at Mason who is just as surprised.

"Who is it?" Mason whispers into my ear and I step to the right so he can look for himself. He peers through the tiny hole and quickly turns to me; his face has turned from concerned to furious.