The Road to Nowhere

Chapter 54: Stakeout

Chapter 54

10:00 pm

"Goodnight Brianna." I say as I tuck the blanket around and under her forest green pajama top.

"Are you sure I can't stay up a little longer?" Behind her cute but purposely saddened eyes lies a huge smile.

"No Brianna, it's time to go to sleep." I pat her on the head as I stand up off of the bed.

"Fine," She wiggles around in the sheets to get comfortable. "Goodnight!"

"Sweet dreams Bri." I give her a cheeky grin.

Seeing her sweet smile makes my heart happy. She lays so perfectly in bed next to her mangy companion Wilbur, and honestly I'm a little jealous. I wish I could get in there and sleep the night away, but I have a job to do.

I'm exhausted from today's activities. Naomi made me do a bunch of random crap to keep me preoccupied. But even though I was busy, I couldn't stop thinking about our plan for tonight. I have to meet the group outside in about two hours, and I'm so nervous. My worst nightmare would be to see Brianna sneaking out after curfew. In the back of my mind I know Brianna couldn't be the one hurting people, and I'm fairly certain she isn't going to walk out that door in the middle of the night. But the 'what if's' are starting to make me go insane.

I know for damn sure I'm not going to be able to sleep before I have to meet everyone, even though I'm exhausted beyond belief. I can already feel the tension building in my chest, there's no way I would be able to lower my heart rate enough to fall sleep. So there's no point in trying, I'll just end up twiddling my thumbs.

I can't stay in the cabin. I might keep Brianna awake and it's very important for her to think I'm sleeping. Even though I know she won't wake up and try to kill anyone, I need to keep her as unaware as possible. If that doesn't happen, then this whole rendezvous is compromised.

I don't know if it's because of the anxiety coursing through my small and shriveled veins, or the fact that seeing a dead body the other day rattled my conscious, but I need a distraction from everything that's been going on lately. I know that in two hours, I'm going to be dressed in angst head to toe, and I'm looking to take a breather.

Sadly, the only thing that can do that right now is Cameron.

I take my pillow and a couple pieces of clothing and stuff them under the blanket to make a fake silhouette of my sleeping body. I know the obvious unshapely mound couldn't fool anyone with the lights on, but I'm hoping it will pass if Brianna wakes up, and if she doesn't light a candle.

The only things I grab to take to Cameron's cabin is a small bag I got from the house we were at before, and of course my trusty gun. I know that keeping this death machine on me is risky, but I'm willing to take the chance, especially if there's a killer on the loose.

Rubbing the tension out of my temples, I set off to take my short walk to the cabin next door. To my surprise, I find two security guards patrolling the dirt pathway in front on the cabins. I hold my breath and hope to God that they didn't hear the slight squeak of my cabin door. I slowly bring the door closer to its frame as they pass my cabin, their hushed voices the only thing I can hear. They pass, and I watch their armored bodies until they're out of sight. Once I feel the coast is clear, I leave the cabin and tip-toe down the creaky steps. I bolt across the dusty soil in-between our cabins, and practically jump up onto their deck. Winded, I knock on the door quietly and wait for someone to answer. I roll my eyes when Layke greets me at the door with a smirk.