Alla Kar - Stroke Of Fear

I dial Tanner’s number, but it goes straight to voicemail. He never charges it. Biting my lip, I unlock the door and push it open. It’s dark and smells like mildew. A few spiders crawl on the walls, and I don’t even want to think about the bedding. It’s packed full of junk. Boxes are overflowing with stuff, scattered all along the walls.

The windows are covered with some kind of foil. It rattles a bit in the wind of the opened door. Shutting it slightly, I ease my way into the dungeon.

The floorboards creak and a few bugs scatter across the floor. My hands are shaking against my hips, my lip trembling. Get it together, Aubrey.

The few boxes shoved against the window in the far corner seem to be the easiest to get to. Cobwebs have formed over the top box, but I open it anyway. It looks like Fourth of July decorations. Which I’m sure Mrs. Jones will be digging out soon since the fourth is coming up.

The bathroom door is opened a little, so I push it and walk in. It’s warm. Like a fresh shower warm. Small drops of water are scattered along the bottom, the wall. The mirror has fog on it.

Someone has been in here. The feeling that someone is watching you is one of the most frightening feelings I’ve ever experienced. Jesus Christ, someone is in here. Turning, I ease my way through the cabin. No one is in plain sight, but I’ve found out that most of the time they won’t be.

My entire body is shaking. Each movement sounds like I’m taking a hammer to the windows. When the exit is within my reach I bolt out and slam the door on the way.

Who could have taken a shower in there? My mind drifts toward the guy Tanner saw. It has to be him. But, why? Why is he creeping around?

Calm, Aubrey. Breathe. I start back to my cabin, which isn’t far. I wish it was. I wish it was ten miles away from the place. Camp is supposed to be fun, not scary. Even if I’m just a counselor, I shouldn’t be scared to sleep at night.

The sun gets lower in the sky, but there is plenty sunlight to see. Tanner still hasn’t called me back. A limb snaps, and I whip my head around toward the side of the cabin.

Fear grabs a hold of me and drags me under its depth. Someone is staring at me from around the building. As fast as lightening, he’s gone.

No. God, what the hell do I do? Screwing my eyes closed, I exhale before walking to the back of the cabin. It feels like butterflies are having panic attacks in my stomach. I poke my head around the corner but no one is there.

Jesus, maybe I am delusional.

Sighing, I turn around and run into a wall of muscle. My eyes widen, and I start to bang my fists against the person in front of me.

“Aubrey, Aubrey! It’s me, baby. It’s me.” Jake grips my wrists, making me look up at him. Oh, God. A soft cry escapes my lips, and I press my face into his chest. “Are you okay? What are you doing back here?”

I’m crying like a baby. I can’t make myself stop. It’s hysterical all of the sudden. Tears and snot. The whole she-bang. Jake’s arms wrap around my back, then he cradles my head in his hands. “What’s wrong? Talk to me.”

It’s a minute before I can stop my incoherent blabbering. “I was looking for a lamp. Someone has been using the extra cabin, and I saw someone.”

Jake’s jaw tightens on one side and his widen. “Just now?”

“Yes.”

He gestures for me to follow him inside. The back of Jake’s shirt is in my grip. I don’t even care that I’m supposed to be mad at him. I’m too scared to care. He stops at the bathroom and turns to look down at me. “You’re right. Someone is using this.”

I check over my shoulder before speaking. “Do you think we should tell Mrs. Jones?”

Jake grips my upper arm and slides his hand down to my wrist. “How about this. I’ll go get Tanner and we’ll go tell Mrs. Jones. You need to go back to your cabin. Here.” He walks over to the nightstand and grabs a lamp. “Take this. I’ll make sure Tanner comes over when we get back. Lock the doors and windows. Keep the blinds closed. You’ll be fine.”

Jake walks me to my cabin, and he checks the place before he stops at the door. He smiles. Something in his demeanor changes. He’s actually being nice for me and not for him.

He turns to leave. “Jake?” He glances over his shoulder. “Thank you for this. Thank you for accepting this.”

A sad expression crosses his face but he covers it with a smile. “Baby, I want you to be happy. And as much as I want to make you happy, I don’t anymore. He does. I can only hope I’ll have another chance at another time.” He winks. “Lock the door.” And with that he leaves. I lock the door and got to sit on my bed. Even though there is a possible stalker at the camp, I can’t help but feel a small relief. A weight lifts off my shoulder. I want Jake to be happy, too. The happiness is short lived.

Cassie’s gone. My back is against my headboard, my knees tucked underneath my chin. I’m not moving from this spot. I refuse.

The air around me doesn’t seem to be enough. I take large breaths, gasping at it like I’ll never take another breath. My phone vibrates against my bed, and I fumble through my covers to get to it.

The number on my screen makes my body heat. It was on my cell phone bill a thousand times one month. My parents had a hard time paying it off. Mrs. Powers. Michael’s Mom. I haven’t talked to her since the trial. I never had the heart. I sent her only son to prison. I was sure she’d never want to talk to me again. Not that it’s my fault. It’s not.

I answer. “Hello.”

“Aubrey? Is this Aubrey Depp’s phone?”

“Yes,” I mumble.

Silence. God, its torture . I want to scream at her. Say something ! I want to tell her I’m sorry. I’m sorry her son went crazy. I’m sorry I didn’t save him in time. I’m sorry I didn’t see the signs and get him help. “It’s Mrs. Powers, Aubrey. How are you?”

“Um, fine. How are you?”

“Making it,” she says. Her voice is low. Down. Depressed. How could she not be? Her son is going to spend the next fifteen years of his life in jail. He’ll miss college. He’ll have a record. “Aubrey. I want to talk to you, sweetheart. I’m so sorry I haven’t called before now.”

“It’s okay.” No it’s not.

“Sweetie. I’m sorry this happened to you. I’ve had such a hard time accepting this. I—I’m sorry I was so angry at your for so long. But, it’s not your fault. It’s not. I know that, I always have.”

I feel the heat travel up to my neck. My fault? How could she have thought it was my fault? “Okay.”

She sighs and chuckles beneath her breath. It’s humorless. “I thought you two would get married. He loved you so much. He loved you too much. Do you understand?”

I shrug one shoulder. Then I remember she can’t see me. “I don’t know. It was the scariest thing that’s happened to me. Mrs. Powers, my parents made me break up with him. You know that, right?”

“Yes. And they were right to do that. He was becoming obsessed. I should have noticed the signs. He was so depressed after you two broke up. Then when he saw you with Jace, he went crazy. He tore his room to shreds.” She sniffles. “The reason I’m calling is because I know that you didn’t deserve this. I’m sorry he took what you loved away from you. I talked with your mother the other day. She says you’re not swimming anymore.”

She talked to my mom? “I’m—I’m learning again. My friend is helping me out. I’m trying to live again.”

A loud sob breaks from her throat. “There is nothing like a love for your child, Aubrey. I love Michael so much. He’s my son. Always will be. But, I know what he did was wrong. He scarred you, and I’m sorry. Please don’t let him control your life. He’s not worth giving your dream up, sweetheart. Don’t be scared because of him. He doesn’t have that control unless you give it to him.”