Desolation by J. B. Everett (read more books .txt) 📕

able to process what just happened.

I. Just. Kissed. Ian.

I pull away, looking at him. He looks down at me, his face flushed. Then, I notice something behind Ian. Mounted on a tree, pointed directly down at us is another surveillance camera.

I point to it, then whisper breathlessly,

"They're watching us"

He turns around, looks at the camera, then turns back to me.

"Well fuck that" he murmurs huskily.

Then, in a split-second, his lips are back on mine. Taken by surprise, I throw my hands up in the air, then wrap them back around his neck. The next thing I know, my back is pressed against a tree. A moan escapes from my throat, and Ian's tongue moves deeper into my mouth. Pure adrenaline and bliss courses throughout my veins.

He grabs my arms and presses them up against the tree. He holds my wrists together above my head, deepening our kiss. Ian has trapped me. But I feel freer than I have ever felt before.

I don't know how much time goes by, but we finally break apart. I am completely winded.

Ian looks at me, his dark eyes burning into mine. He is fucking gorgeous. My lips break into a smile, and he smiles back.

"Holy shit" Ian finally says, looking at the ground and laughing slightly.

I laugh back, adrenaline still pumping through my veins.

"I'm sorry....I don't what just happened" he says again, in the same shock that I am in.

"Don't be sorry" I say.

He looks back up at me, his eyes locked with mine.

I know one thing for sure; I am not sorry that that just happened. I still feel like I am flying.

"I was so worried, what the hell happened to you? I woke up in the middle of the night, and you were gone" he finally asks.

I can't tell him.

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I remember Hal's words:

"You cannot tell anyone about me or this place. We will know if you do. Remember, we are always watching"

What do I tell Ian?

"I...I..um" I stutter

Ian looks at me, searching my face.

"What?" he asks, a look of concern on his face.

Oh so badly do I want to tell him about everything. About their sinister underground place. About Hal. About my extremely rare blood type. About how I am the only one who is not slowly dying.

But I can't. They will know if I do, and I don't want to know what the consequence will be. And even if I do tell him without them hearing, I know that he will want to go to their place. There's no way in hell I'm going back there again.

"I...I woke up really thirsty in the middle of the night, so I got up and tried to find my way to the lake. But it was dark, so I got lost and I couldn't find my way back" I lie.

I feel terrible lying to him.

"Why didn't you wake me up? I would of gone with you" Ian says, studying my face carefully.

My heart pangs. I absolutely hate lying to him.

"You were dead asleep, and I didn't want to wake you. Look, I know that it was stupid of me, and I should of woke you up, but..."

Ian cuts me off by gently pressing his lips against mine. My heart flutters and I kiss him back. A few moments later, he pulls away.

"We were so worried that you were taken or something because we couldn't find you anywhere" Ian says, looking at me intently.

"No, I'm okay" I lie, giving him a small smile.

Then I remember Tristan.

"Where's Tristan?" I ask.

"We split up to search for you, so he's somewhere out here looking for you right now. And oh yeah, I forget to tell you. Remember that bitch Jessica?" Ian says.

I immediately remember Jessica, the highly annoying blond-haired girl who stormed off into the jungle by herself the first day.

"Unfortunately, we found her when we began looking for you. She's with Tristan now, and damn, she is fucking infuriating" Ian says.

I laugh.

"Every second she whines about how hungry and tired she is. I can't fucking stand her" Ian mutters.

"Well at least she's with Tristan right now" I say.

Suddenly, as if on cue, I hear a high-pitched voice shout, "They're they are!"

We both whip around to see Tristan and Jessica, standing about fifty feet away. Jessica is pointing right at us.

"Speak of the devil" Ian mutters under his breath.

"Tessa!" Tristan calls out.

They run towards us. When Tristan arrives, he grabs my arms and looks at me, a concerned expression on his face.

"What happened Tessa? Are you hurt?" he asks, searching my face.

I turn around quickly, glancing at Ian, who is standing there staring at us. His arms are crossed and he has a stolid look on his face.

I turn back to Tristan.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I got up in the middle of the night to go get some water because I was really thirsty, and I couldn't find my way back. I know it was stupid that I went myself. And no, I'm not hurt" I say. Chapter Thirteen

My blood runs cold when I hear Tristan's words.

Jessica is dead.

I suddenly feel nauseated and stumble backwards, stepping away from her dead body.

"No" I whisper under my breath.

Anger boils up inside of me. They did this to her. They are the reason that she is dead.

Then, that anger turns into fear when ask realize that this could very well happen to Ian. Or Tristan. The thought of losing them is terrifying.

I take one last look at Jessica's body. She looks strangely peaceful, as if none of the violent convulsions had occurred just moments ago. I close my eyes, unable to look anymore. Ian pulls me close to him, turning me away from her body.

I bury my head into his chest, and that's when the tears start. They are hot, angry tears that burn my eyes. They got what they wanted. Ian rubs his hand on my back, encircling his other arm around me.

"It's okay" he whispers.

"No, it's not okay that someone is dead. This is what Hal and the others wanted; for some horrible reason they want us to die on this island" I say, my voice trembling with rage.

It takes me a moment to process what I just said.

I have said too much.

"Wait, what did you just say?" Ian asks, looking at me with a confused expression on his face.

Oh no. I shouldn't of said that.

"Umm...nothing" I say, backing away from Ian slowly.

"No, you just mentioned something about someone named Hal and the others. What is going on?" he asks, his gaze piercing.

I begin to sweat nervously.

I turn around, looking at Tristan who has stood up. He looks at me, his eyebrows raised.

"Tessa, what are you not telling us" Tristan says, crossing his arms.

My stomach sinks. I have been caught in my lie.

"You didn't go to get water in the middle of the night last night. Something else happened" Ian says, his voice suddenly distant and cold.

I look back at Ian, who is staring at me. He does not look happy at all.

"Tessa, what happened last night" Tristan says.

"They took me" I blurt out, my heart racing.

"Who took you?" Tristan asks, crossing his arms across his chest.

Tears begin to stream down my face. I am an absolute mess right now.

"The people who are holding us captive here" I say, my voice shaking.

Ian has not broke his impassive glare.

"What happened? Where did they take you?" Tristan asks.

"They drugged me and I...well I woke up this morning in a cage, somewhere in the jungle. Then later, these two men came and got me, and they took me to their underground headquarters " I say, tears filling my eyes.

"Underground headquarters?" Tristan asks, confused.

"Yeah...they have this hatch that leads to their place under the ground" I say.

"Who are they? And what happened down there?"

I close my eyes, shuddering. I do not want to recount what happened.

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"They're some sort of doctors. But they're wicked. They put me in this room, and then this doctor named Hal came in and he took a lot of my blood. He...he said that my blood type was extremely rare, and that they needed a sample of it"

The thought of Hal sends chills down my spine. I leave out the part about how I am the only one who is not weakening.

"Did they say why we are here?" Tristan asks.

"No, they didn't say, but they have us here for some sort of wicked experiment or something" I say, my voice cracking.

"And then they just let you go?" he asks.

"Yes, they said that if I cooperated and gave my blood to them, they would let me go"

Tristan is silent for a moment. I glance nervously at Ian, then quickly look away.

"Tessa, are you sure this really happened?" Tristan asks.

I am suddenly filled with rage.

"You think I'm crazy, do you?" I exclaim.

"No, Tessa, I don't think you're crazy. It's just that this sounds kind of unrealistic. I mean, an underground headquarters? Doctors? You having a rare blood type?"

"Tristan, I am not lying. I swear on my life, all of it happened" I say, my voice shaking.

"Well then why didn't you tell us this?" Tristan asks.

I let out another sob, looking down at the ground with shame.

"B..B..Because he told me I couldn't tell anyone. He said that they are always watching, and they'll know if I tell anyone about them or their place" I sob.

It's too late; they are probably listening us right now. I'm doomed.

"So you fucking lie to me instead? I trusted you Tessa...until now" Ian finally says, bitter resentment in his tone.

I look at him, my heart aching.

"Ian, I'm sorry. I didn't know what to tell you and..."

"Just stop it right now. I don't want to talk to a liar anymore" Ian says coldly.

His words make me feel sick with guilt. I cannot believe that just earlier today, we kissed. Now, those memories seem faraway.

"Ian..." I whisper, tears rolling down my cheeks.

Ian shakes his head, then turns and walks away.

I collapse onto the floor, crying and feeling absolutely horrible. Tristan comes over and kneels down in front of me, putting his hands on my shoulders.

"Hey Tessa, it's okay. I'm not angry at you" he says calmly.

I continue to cry. I have lost Ian.

Tristan gently tilts my head up so that I am looking at him straight in the eyes.

"Stop crying Tessa, it's okay" he says.

Nothing is okay. We are trapped on an island. Someone is dead. And everyone else will die sooner or later.

I just shake my head, sighing.

"What are we going to do with her?" I ask quietly, referring to Jessica's body.

Tristan turns his head, looking at her.

"We'll go to the beach tomorrow morning to bury her" he says.

I nod. It would be nice to get out of the jungle and go back to the beach. Bad things happen here in the jungle.

"So how about we forget about everything and go to sleep. We'll figure things out in the morning" Tristan says.

"Okay" I whisper.

Tristan stands up and walks back to where he was sitting