Loser II || WlW

Thirteen

     I thought Ron's tires being slashed was enough to get everyone to put their petty drama to the side but my jaw clenches automatically when Clementine leans against the counter less than a few inches from where I'm making Brittany a Whiskey and Coke. Strands of bleached blonde hair are falling from her red beanie as she twirls the straw around in her drink.

"What do you want, Clementine?"

She smiles. "I see you sneaking looks at me." Shrugs a shoulder. "I can tell... When you're with her, you're thinking about me."

I laugh once and shake my head as I walk away. A sigh of relief escapes my lips when she doesn't follow me.

"You okay?" Brittany asks as I sit next to her.

I hand her the drink and nod. "Clementine is just..." I shake my head. "It's like she lives in a different reality than everyone else."

Brittany rolls her eyes.

"Speaking of false reality, I forgot to take my meds this morning." I kiss her on the forehead. "I'll be right back."

I push from the couch and grab my jacket on my way to the cabin. It's much harder to walk through the mounds of snow that fell overnight and by the time I get to the cabin I'm winded and catching the tail end of my phone vibrating. I pull the phone from my pocket but it only displays a missed call from my mom. I push the phone back in my pocket without a second thought before I start to dig through my bag. But after a few minutes, it's clear the medication isn't there. I check the bathroom and the nightstand and Brittany's bag too but nothing. I look around the room one last time, trying to remember where I put them when a glint of orange catches my eye from the TV stand. All three of the bottles are empty and sitting on top of a piece of paper that says play me. I press play on the DVD player, flip the TV on, and sit on the edge of the bed as an image of the front of our cabin comes into view on the small television.

Maybe it's just a walkthrough to show potential renters the layout of the cabins, I tell myself. But the quality isn't professional. The video is blurry because it's dark out.

The shot spans down as the cameraman walks closer to our cabin door. He holds a key out, opens our door, and takes a few steps inside.

My breath is stuck in my throat as I wait to see any evidence that this was taken while we were here. But it's too dark to make any details out. Until the shot spans over to Brittany sleeping in the crook of my arm.

My heart sinks and then begins pounding against my ribcage as the cameraman moves a knife toward her throat.

The video had to have been taken last night because neither of us are wearing any clothes. We're only covered by the comforter.

"What are you watching?"

I jump so hard, the TV remote crashes to the ground.

Brittany raises an eyebrow at me. "You okay?"

"Someone was in our room last night," I tell her, pointing at the screen.

She sits next to me and watches as the video does a quick turn. It cuts off as the person walks from the room.

We sit in silence for a while.

"I'll go grab Ron." Brittany stands. "Did you find your medication?"

I shake my head and hold the empty container up. "They took it."

She bites her lip, her eyes moving from the bottle to my face. "J..." She shakes her head.