Chapter 10

The sudden loud voice made both of us jolt and practically jump off of each other at the volume of this intruder. Jason and I both turned our heads to the source, and saw Carly glaring down at us. Her mouth was open agape and eyes wide with disbelieve.

"What are you two doing back here?!" she repeated herself.

"Nothing!" We quickly blurted out, exchanging terrified, red faced looks.

Carly's open jaw closed into a displeased frown, almost a sneer.

"That didn't look like 'nothing' to me! What were you trying to do, Voorhees?" she interrogated, turning her icy eyes to him.

I turned to him as well, my expression more scared than what Carly's was.

He didn't say a word. His eyes were wide with fear; too scared to even speak.

"I…I…" he uttered quietly, looking down at the ground. Carly stomped her foot, getting impatient.

"Speak up! Look at me when you talk!" she boomed, "I won't have any trouble makers in my camp sessions!"

"He didn't do anything wrong!" I rose up to meet her demands, "Why are you being so mean? We were only playing!"

"What? Doll house or using your Imagination?!" she snarled, "I don't know if you freaks were aware of what you were really doing, but I won't have any of it!" she finished, and then grab hold of both me and Jason's upper arms, and yanked us our feet. We both cried out at the pressure and stretching of our skin. Dragging us out of the clearing, she shoved us onto the trails, and started walking us to the mess hall.

Jason and I tried to speak to each other, but she kept us separate by holding us on either side of us, and her walking in the middle.

"Jas-"

"Shut up!" Carly snapped again, "I said no speaking! I do the talking, and you're gonna really get it when your mother hears about this, Voorhees!"

Even through I wasn't touching him, I could feel his muscles tense up, and the worry fear emanating from his body. My blood was flowing cold within me. Even though Pam wasn't my mother, she could still punish me as well. Why was I so scared? It was true what I said, we didn't do anything wrong to begin with, and Carly was only making a scene to make herself seem intimidating, or draw attention to herself and make herself feel proud and us bad when she pulled us out of hiding. I sucked in a deep breath, and climbed up the patio stairs into the hall.

Once inside, we could see Auntie Pam cleaning the benches and tables for lunch. Once we made eye contact, she stopped and placed her cleaning supplies down gently.

"Well hello there Carly" she greeted with a cheery tone, "what seems to be the trouble?"

"Well you see Mrs. Voorhees, I found your son here practically groping Jessica in the woods by the lake" she explained.

Auntie Pam's expression melted from a gleeful smile into a concerned frown. "I see…" she said.

Me and Jason shook our heads.

"That's not true mother!" Jason stated. Carly jerked on his arm to try and silence him, sending him a serious glare.

"We were only playing, and we fell!" I added. Carly did the same to me, making me wince, and she hissed "be quiet!"

"Let them go" Pam calmly demanded.

All three of us stood still, Carly tightened her grip on our arms.

"Mrs. Voorhees, I don't know if you know this, but this type of action is forbidden here at Camp Crystal Lake, and these matters must be handled by the head counselor" Carly objected.

"I said let them go!" Pam suddenly barked.

Startled, her grip on us loosened, and we slipped out of her hands, and to Auntie Pam's feet. Dumbfounded, Carly watched as Pamela kneeled down to our level and took us in her arms, and looked up at her. "I will deal with them; you did good bringing them to me. You may go back to the kids" she said calmly.

Carly shook her head. "I won't allow u to let them off so easily for what they have done-"

"Now you listen to me sweetheart!" Pam jumped to her feet, "To be honest, I didn't believe a single word that you said!"

Now I, Jason, and even Carly were taken aback by this. Was she serious?

"Don't tell me you actually believe the words of an eleven and nine year old, over an experienced counselor?!" she barked.

"I do. Jason is my son, and I know he would never, ever lie to me. You can go cry to Mark all you like, but I will do what ever it takes to protect my son." She explained with such a power in a voice though a calm tongue that would calm a stampeding herd.

"What about the little lady?" she spectacled in a snooty attitude.

"Jessica is like a Daughter to me, and will not hesitate to do the same! Now get out of my mess hall and go do your job!"

"You still don't know what happened!"

"I bet my right arm that you haven't a clue either! To what these children describe is nothing but a playful mishap leading to your misunderstanding!

"Oh really, well show me then you old bat, ask your innocent little angels" Carly instructed, crossing her arms over her chest and sticking out her hip.

Both girls seemed to be stabbing daggers in each others eyes with how intense the air was becoming. Pamela looked away from her and kneeled back down to us, and softly said to us "Kids, look into my eyes, and tell me the truth…did you two play a little too rough together and fall into each other?"

The atmosphere seemed to relax onto our shoulders, filling us with a sense of honest confidence, and both I and Jason nodded boldly.

Auntie Pam bored into our eyes, as if in search for any indentation of a hiding fib. Standing back up and turning to face Carly, who was patiently awaiting her answer, almost seemed to slow down time. "I believe my children" she said proudly, "now I will say this one last time, get out of my mess hall, and go do your job! Any kids go missing in those waters; it'll be on your hide!"

Carly needed no more encouragement to then race out the door and down the trails at the furious protective tone in her voice. Sent her running like a Jackrabbit.

Me and Jason watched her make her mad dash to the lake from the window by the door. We waved her a goodbye and sat back down giggling. Pam watched us and gave us a small smile, and sat in between us, wrapping us in her arms in a laughing bundle.

"We sure showed her!" I said with a wide toothy smile.

"No good bully!" Jason added.

Pam simply chuckled and ruffled our hair…well…my hair and Jason's head. "Now how bout you two 'trouble makers' help this poor old lady clean and set the tables for lunch." Auntie Pam instructed playfully. In fits of giggles, Jason and I nodded and leapt off of the bench and helped her prepare for lunch.

Im sorry that this if the shortest Chaptin the story so far, but I didn't really know what to add to the end. I didn't really feel like writing whole setting up lunch thing, cause in the past chapters I really used that filler. But hey, 2 chapters in 1 day after a huge writers block, u guys are lucky :D