RTN 18

I woke up all alone the next morning and in the same chair at that. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d slept so soundlessly. I rubbed my eyes and called Aj’s name. He’d promised to watch over me during the night but now he was nowhere to be found. “So much for chivalry.” I muttered under my breath as I threw another log into the fire.

“Hello!” I shouted. “Where is everyone?” The campground was eerily silent.


Then I heard rustling from one of the tents nearby. I walked over to it and gently shook it. “Hey, sorry to intrude but have you seen Aj?” I asked. “No, but we’ll help you find him.” A muffled voice replied. A few moments later, a giggling couple climbed out, straightening their clothes in the process. I gasped in shock when I saw who it was. “Sid?” I croaked. “I can’t believe this.”

“Uh…Cass?” The color drained from his face. “What are you doing here?”


“Me? I spent the night here. You had to walk right past me to get to this trollop’s tent to begin with.” I shook my head in disgust. The girl with him covered her mouth. “Ohhh…is this her? The crazy girlfriend?” She wrinkled her nose at me. “Well this awkward.” She said with a smirk. “You’re not helping, Skye.” Sid snapped at her. “How could you do this to me, Sid? We’ve been together for nearly five years…doesn’t that mean anything to you?” I cried.


“Cass…I didn’t mean for you to find out like this. I’m so sorry.” He refused to meet my eyes. “Things change though. I’ve been wanting to break up with you for awhile now but after Jennie disappeared…you were so needy. But you’re better now…right?”

That was right about the time my fist connected with his jaw.


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