Cabin In The Woods

by Kristine Robinson

  Late in the afternoon my cell rang, but to my relief it was Jenna. I started to tell her that the restraining order hadn't done anything but she cut me off.

  “What's wrong?” I asked.

  “It's Mindy,” she said, her voice heavy and somber, “she was found dead this morning.”

  “Mindy, from the wedding?”

  “Yeah, apparently she died yesterday. One of our mutual friends works at the station and heard about it, he thought I should know.”

  “I'm so sorry to hear that. I know you two were rivals but it must be so strange to think of this having happened. Do they know what caused it...?” I asked. I was trying to be sympathetic but all I could think was that Addison had left the wedding with him.

  “A neighbor found her in the snow. They think she was drugged, and then froze to death out there but I don't have all the details yet.”

  “Oh my God,” I gasped, and sank into my chair. My blood ran cold. If Addison did this-

  “I don't want you to worry, okay? I'm going to protect you and keep you safe. Nothing is going to happen to you. I promise you that. I love you and we are going to get through this. I'm going to come by and we're going to go to the station to tell them that we saw Addison leaving with her.”

  “Do you really think it was her?” I asked in a small voice.

  “It's too much of a coincidence for it not to be,” Jenna said, and I could hear the grimness in her tone. I was glad that she was on my side, and that I had her to help me get through this. “I'm just finishing up a few things at the office then I'll be over,” she said.

  *

  True to her word she didn't take long, and soon enough we were sitting with some police officers telling them everything we knew. We told them everything about Addison, and how we had just taken out a restraining order, then how we had seen them leave the wedding together.

  “We received similar reports from other people who knew Mindy and were at the wedding. I'm sorry to hear that you've been through all of this but so far we haven't been able to find Addison. We've been trying to pinpoint her whereabouts but so far nothing has turned up. It's always possible that she was a victim too and was buried in the snow, but hasn't been found like Mindy,” the cop said. I froze with fear and glanced with Jenna. Suddenly the world seemed to have turned upside down and I didn't understand what was going on.

  “What do you mean?” Jenna said.

  “Well, to be quite frank we're glad you came to us because it saves us the trouble of coming to you. Your name came up as well. It seems as though you and the victim had quite the rivalry through high school.”

  “Yeah, but that was years ago...” Jenna said. I looked at her, dumbfounded. The police tried to ask more questions but Jenna grabbed her coat and pulled us up, saying that we had come here to help their investigation, not to become a part of it. We strode back to the car. Jenna was tense, and my blood ran cold. Not only was Addison MIA but now the police were suspicious of Jenna as well. I felt like everything was falling apart, and everything was trying to tear us away from each other. We were silent as we went back to Jenna's, and we barely spoke as we watched Battlestar. Even I couldn't focus on my favorite show and just wanted to close my eyes and make everything go away. Jenna idly stroked my hair but when I looked at her I could tell that she was in another place, thinking about the decisions that had led to this moment. Addison was trying to wreck both our lives and for what, a two week fling? That night, before me and Jenna went to bed I told her that I loved her. She smiled at me wanly, and took me hand. We kissed before we went to sleep, and I was fortunate that we still had our love, through everything that was going on, and no matter what happened I wanted to try my hardest to fight for it.

  5

  The following morning, the bright morning sun peeked through a gap in the curtains. I looked down at my beloved and brushed the hair away from her face. She stirred, and a smile tugged at her lips. I ran my fingers down her neck and the middle of her body, pulling the sheets away to reveal her pert breasts. I circled them and watched her shudder. Delight filled my heart as I felt those nipples harden and stand to attention in response to my delicate fingers. I pinched them and twisted slightly, enjoying the way a sharp gasp escaped her lips. She was mine and under my control. For once I was the strong one in the relationship; I was the queen. I pressed my fingers together and felt her tight flesh tingle as I teased her and played with her, opening hand to press my entire palm over her breast and squeezing, my small fingers barely able to cover the entire surface of her voluptuous bosom. Her nipples were small and tight, and the skin was clear and bereft of any markings. I was entranced by the way she looked. Outside it was so cold and the snow-covered land offered no comfort, but inside, in our bed of lust we were in an inferno and I was ready to be set ablaze.

  “Don't start something you're not going to finish,” she murmured. I slid down and began to kiss her exposed flesh, sucking on her breasts as I turned her flat on her back. Her arms fell around her and she arched her neck back, closing her eyes as she surrendered to me. Our relationship was still new in some sense, in that we hadn't actually known each other for that long a time, yet I was already intimately familiar with her body and knew exactly where her secret sweet spots lay. I ran my fingers down the side of her body and felt her shiver as I buried myself in her breasts and sank my teeth into her. Her own hands wrapped around me, clutching at my back as the exquisite delight swam through her. Our bodies were lost in among the sheets of the bed. We rolled around and I felt the desire rise within me. The lust and passion I felt for her knew no bounds and it was this fire that I had craved for so long, and finally I had found a target I could share this love with. I continued playing with her breasts, worshiping them and in turn I knew that she was reveling in the glory I was giving her. She was the goddess and I wanted to make her feel as such. I wanted to be on my knees for her, to service her with everything I had, and as long as she was satisfied then so was I.

  I moaned contentedly as I lost myself to a blaze of passion, something I needed with everything that was going on. I enjoyed the heat of her body as my fingers slipped down, feeling her flat stomach, her legs parting as I dragged my nails up and down her inner thigh. I lay beside her, watching her face twitch as I played with her and teased her. I brought my fingers up and down, so close to that sweet spot. She mustered a smile and shook her head, biting her lip.

  “I hate you,” she said playfully. I giggled and kissed her on the lips, feeling the soft heat that sizzled upon them. I looked down to see her naked glory and was amazed that I had won such a fine specimen of a woman. She had been sculpted with care by a deity and had been bestowed with such beauty that it overwhelmed me completely. She was like something out of an impossible fantasy, an unattainable dream, and yet she was mine, in the same bed with me, yielding to my touch, and this only caused my ardor to grow. I slid on top of her and kissed her more passionately, suffocating her with kisses while my hand rested upon her thigh. Her hands fell down my hips and grabbed at my ass, before reaching down to my hands, trying to guide them towards her, trying to take control, but in the early morning haze I was going to keep her on the brink. I was going to show her that I was in control too. I batted her hand away and this brought a smile. She opened her hooded eyes and looked so alluring I had to have all of her. I didn't know if our bodies could love each other enough to match what was in my heart, but I vowed I was going to try. I took her hands and pinned them beside her, and she reveled in this. I could feel it in the way her body writhed and struggled to break free even though she knew there was no escape from me. I had her in my grasp. I pressed my hands around her wrists and kissed her again, this time leaving my face hovering inches above her lips, taunting her with the promise of a kiss that I withheld, making her rise higher and higher until finally I granted the kiss and I had a tongue thrust into my mouth.

  My hands loosened their grip on her wrists as I was unable to control myself any longer. I had the sexies
t woman in the world underneath me and I was the only one who could bring her the greatest pleasure the world had ever known. My fingers drifted down her body naturally. Her face was a mixture of excitement and desire, laughing as I lightly tickled her, then a stifled moan as I touched her burning thighs again, that smooth skin that promised so much. I followed the heated path as my fingers moved towards her valley of desire and leaned over her, my hair dropping around her face as I kissed her again, burying myself into the nape of her neck.

  Jenna groaned and a sharp gasp hit my neck. I caught her lips in mine as I found her sweetest spot and began stimulating it with my fingers, diving into her nectar, our bodies coming together in harmonious bliss. I locked my leg over hers as I slid my fingers inside her, feeling the warmth and the wetness, enjoying the way I could control her movements and the entire rhythm of her body. I played with her, curling my finger back and forth, circling it around, and through hooded eyes I watched her beautiful face tense at the pleasure I was causing. I could feel it all and the power I held over her intoxicated me. I withdrew my fingers to tease her but she thrust her hand down and forced me in again. Now it was my turn to smile as she gripped onto me tightly. We rolled around the bed, my fingers inside her, two heated beings joined together in one orgasmic dance. Her hair splayed over the sheets and her body was mine. I moved down, leaving a trail of kisses in my wake as my tongue joined in the dance, and her fingers curled around my head, the grip getting stronger and stronger as the pleasure became more and more intense. I tasted her and held her legs apart, one of my hands dry, the others leaving a soaked stain of her own juice on her flesh. I breathed in her essence and felt myself fall deeper in love with every part of her. She was mine, completely and irrevocably mine. Kissing and flicking at her with my tongue, I slowly dragged it around in a circle, then plunged it inside her as my nails dug into her skin, leaving my mark upon her. I looked up and watched her face, so flustered, twisting this way and that as she tried to process all that I was giving her, and this only inspired me to carry on, to get faster and deeper, following the movements of her body to give her exactly what she liked and needed. Her hands held me in position, forcing me to continue, and I became a part of her, an instrument for her desire to flow out. I could feel it coming and I wanted it to come. I watched her intently as I made love to her with my mouth, tasting and breathing in her feminine scent, until I felt her entire body seize up then it was all released in one warm effervescent burst. I kissed her softly, then wiped my mouth and caught my breath. I climbed back up the bed to her and found myself wrapped in her arms. She had a grateful look on her face and in her eyes I saw complete and utter satisfaction. I let out a long, contented moan, still loving the lingering taste of her on my lips as I settled in beside her, nestling and nuzzling my head against her still burning body. We held each other tightly, sharing long, deep kisses that seemed as though they were never going to end.

  “I love you Jenna, you're the best thing that's ever happened to me,” I whispered.

  Through hazy eyes she looked at me as well, gazing into my soul. “There's nobody else in the world I want,” she said, and my heart soared.

  Unfortunately it was interrupted by a sharp knock at the door. Jenna and I looked at each other for it was too early to receive visitors and we weren't expecting anyone. All at once we feared the worst and the tender feelings of the morning were ripped away and replaced by a strong sense of fear and anxiety. We pulled on some clothes, fearing the worst, and went to the door. Jenna opened it a crack while I stayed behind her. We had both been expecting Addison but instead it was a cop, and Jenna opened the door fully. I thought that finally the ordeal was over and they were hear to tell us that they had found Addison and were dealing with her properly, but instead they said they were there for Jenna.

  “Excuse me?” Jenna said.

  “We're here to take you in for questioning in regards to the murder of Mindy Sloane. Evidence found on the body points to you. It'll look a lot better for you if you cooperate.” The cop was tall with a stony face that belied no trace of emotion.

  “What evidence?” Jenna said.

  “I'm not at liberty to discuss that here ma'am, please come with us.”

  “No,” I cried out, “you have the wrong person. This is all wrong. You can't do this!”

  Jenna turned to me. “Listen, this is bullshit but I have to go. If I resist it'll only look suspicious. I'll call my friends, they won't let anything happen to me. You don't have to worry. I'll be alright,” she said, but I did worry, and I wasn't convinced that everything was going to be alright. I was frantic after Jenna left and paced around the house, trying to think of a way to deal with but there was only one way out I could see. I had to face Addison myself and deal with it properly. Right now she had all the control and I had to take it away from her. I had to make her scared, make her feel vulnerable, and make her see that she couldn't get away with acting this way. She threatened me, which was bad enough, but now she was threatening the woman I loved and that was unforgivable. I wasn't about to stand by and let Jenna's life be ruined.

  I remembered the kind of car that Addison drove from the other night, but I hadn't seen it lurking in the neighborhood anymore. I decided to send her a message and use myself as the bait, telling her that I'd meet her near a quiet cabin. As soon as I sent the address to her I drove out and waited. When I saw the car flash by I pressed my foot to the floor and gripped the wheel tightly, getting right up to her bumper. I felt the car shudder as it scraped against Addison's, and a dark grin played on my face as I pushed harder. The engines roared as Addison tried to fight back but this time she was the victim. I was in control, and I was going to scare the life out of her.

  I pushed the car to its limits and heard the shattering of glass as Addison's brake lights fell apart. I slowed down, then sped up and rammed her again. Upon the third time of doing this Addison lost control of the car and it went spinning out, crashing into a fence. The moment of glee soon passed as I realized what I had done. I didn't want to be thrown in jail for actual murder charges. I ran out and checked on Addison. Blood trickled from her lips and her eyes were closed, but she was still breathing. I called the cops immediately and told them that I had found Addison. I knew she wouldn't have been able to resist the bait. When the cops arrived they asked me what happened and I tried to be coy about it. I went with them to the hospital, pretending to be a concerned citizen as these officers didn't know we were connected.

  6

  I waited inside Addison's room to come to. I told the nurses that I was her cousin, and nobody seemed to question my story. I waited a long time, staring at her. She looked so peaceful but I knew that inside there was a twisted mind that only wanted to hurt people. It would have been so easy to suffocate her, but I didn't have it in me. Maybe I really was as soft as everyone thought because if the roles were reversed I doubt that Addison would have hesitated. There were so many things I wanted to say to her, so many things I wanted to do but as she slept there I couldn't help but pity her. This was a woman who had devoted her life to making other people miserable instead of working on her own happiness, and as much as I hated her I felt sorry for her because she was so tied to this idea that she was owed something, when none of us are owed anything in this world.

  Eventually her eyes fluttered open and when she saw me sitting there she let out a throaty laugh.

  “Nice move,” she said, and when I saw the way she looked at me that same hatred had returned. I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my thighs.

  “Tell me why Addison, why are you doing all this?” I asked. Even when she was in this state, battered and bruised, she still looked gorgeous. Her hair had lost none of its luster and her skin seemed to glow radiantly. My pity for her diminished as someone that beautiful shouldn't have been so miserable. Addison twisted her head around and smiled slyly. She inhaled deeply before she spoke.

  “Because I'm jealous of you Ella, it's really that simple. I don't understand
why Jenna would be with anyone else when I'm so perfect for her. We had a wonderful two weeks together and then she just throws me away like I'm some piece of trash. You think that makes me feel good? I tried everything to win her back but for some reason she just can't see it. I kept track of her, trying to pick the right moment to come back into her life and then I saw that she was dating you, and I couldn't understand it. You two are complete opposites. You don't belong together. She should be with me. That's the way it's supposed to be, the way it's supposed to happen. I had it all planned out in my mind. She was going to be my life partner. I had the wedding planned. I even knew what dress I was going to wear and where everyone was going to sit. It was going to be perfect, just like I had dreamed of when I was a little girl. But then you came along and confused her. I don't know why you hate me so much, why you would steal her from me but I'm only trying to win her back.”

  I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I wanted to shout and scream at her and tell her she was deluded but I knew it wouldn't do any good. What use was trying to talk to her rationally when she had concocted this illusion in her mind? Somehow she had pieced together this fantasy and everything was filtered through through that. It freaked me out, to hear her speak like that, but I also felt sorry for her. What she really needed was help from a professional. I shook my head, not knowing what to say, but Addison continued to speak.