Destiny shivered as she wrapped the blanket from the bed around her body.
She wasn’t tired yet, but it was definitely a cold night. She watched the oil lamp burn gently in the middle of the room.
That was the first thing she did. The last thing she wanted to be in right now was the dark.
Running to her cabin ensconced in it was enough. Destiny slowly hugged her stuffed dog and felt her eyes burn again. She was starting to get a bit homesick.
She wasn’t used to be half in the dark, cold and left to be taunted. Part of her wanted to drive back home and leave the others to fend for themselves, but she knew better than that.
She may have hated them, but she could never do something that harsh.
But she felt weak. She felt like she had no power over what was happening right now. She couldn’t make it brighter.
She couldn’t make it warmer. She couldn’t make it friendlier. She could just sit there, curled in a blanket on her bed, hugging the only thing she actually called family and feeling her stomach clench in nerves.
Destiny looked around her room for inspiration to stay positive.
She suddenly spotted her favorite children’s book, Matilda by Roald Dahl. Destiny slowly picked it up and brought the oil lamp to her side.
She curled back up on the bed and, opening to the first page, started to read.
The warmth from the oil lamp rid the goose bumps from her skin and gave her the impression that the room was lighter.
Destiny’s stomach started to relax as she read through the story of Matilda Wormwood for what felt like the hundredth time.
But apparently good times can’t last in Camp Crystal Lake, because the minute Destiny felt relaxed and content, Lucy stumbled into her cabin, drunk as a skunk and her shirt almost torn in two.
“H-hey, chiiiickaaa!” She hiccupped and almost fell over, gripping onto the wall for some kind of support.
Destiny looked up at Lucy, shocked, and quickly hid her stuffed dog behind her pillow.
“L-lucy? What in the hell are you doing here?”
Destiny got to her feet, holding the oil lamp to see Lucy more clearly. Lucy pointed at her and almost fell over.
“Y…y-you know what, chicka-boom?
Y-yo’all gotta relax sumtime! Y-you should coma back wid me and let one of dem boys fuck ya!” Lucy grinned and tore off her high heel before it caused her to break her ankle.
Destiny’s face went red and she backed away from Lucy, trembling lightly.
She knew she shouldn’t have yelled at her, since that wouldn’t get her to leave any faster.
She thought that if she was nicer to Lucy, she would leave her alone.
“I-I’m sorry, Lucy, but I can’t,” she spoke softly.
“I-I want to wait until I’m married to have sex.
I-I don’t feel like I would be ready yet. I-I hope you understand…
now,” Destiny gently took Lucy’s hand. “L-let me bring you back to the other cabin, okay?
I-I wanna make sure you get back safely.”
Destiny thought that Lucy had calmed down from her drunkenness enough to actually let her take her back to the other cabin, but boy was she wrong.
Lucy ripped her hand out of Destiny’s and shoved her back with a strength that Destny didn’t know she could possess.
“You know what, you fuckin’ loser?
If you keep thinking shit like that, you’re NEVER gonna get laid! If you get some implants like these-” Lucy pressed her hands against her two large, fake breasts. “-and if you show off more of your body, then you’ll get all the attention you’ll ever need! Hell, you’ll get fucked without even knowing it!
But I doubt you’ll ever be as hot as me.
Hell, a SNOWMAN is hotter than you! You couldn’t look hot even if you tried!”
This caused Lucy to laugh loudly, leaning to the side of the wall.