Disclaimer: I do not own Friday the 13th series, Camp Crystal Lake, Jason Voorhees, or Pamela Voorhees and I unfortunately and sadly do not make any money from these writings.
Chapter Ten: Going Somewhere?
Lisa stirred awake and slowly opened her eyes. The comforter had been pulled over her. She turned over in bed to find Jason looming over her. She shrieked and rolled away from him. "How long have you been standing there watching me sleep?" He shrugged.
She sat up in bed holding the comforter over herself. "You really creep me out sometimes." She looked over at the clock, it was a little past noon. Looking at him she noticed something. "Did you... take a shower?"
He nodded. His skin was no longer tinted brown and his mask even looked a bit cleaner, but his clothes were the same. "Did you even sleep last night?" He nodded. "Where did you sleep?" He pointed in the direction of the guest bedroom. "Oh… you could have slept in here you know… it's a big bed…" She looked up at him.
He tilted his head to one side in confusion. What was the girl saying, that she wanted him to sleep in the same bed as her? Did that mean that she liked him, or was she just lonely? He wanted to know but was unsure of how to even ask such a question.
"Can you get out now so I can get dressed?" She sounded impatient so he went out into the hallway and closed the door. He went and sat on the bed in the guest room.
What if this girl really did like him? Then what? Did he like her back, he wasn't even sure. Yes she was pretty and treated him he wasn't some hideous monster. She let him touch her skin and didn't make any attempts to run away from him. He was extremely fascinated with her and how differently she acted compared to all the other girls he'd seen. But did that mean he liked her?
The girl poked her head into the room and came and sat next to him on the bed. She seemed rather bouncy compared to a few moments ago. She was wearing a dark red tank top and loose fitting dark blue jeans and had fixed her hair. She smiled up at him and lightly traced the veins on the back of his hand. He jerked his hand away.
"What so you're allowed to touch me but I'm not allowed to touch you?" He nodded. "Well that seems hardly fair…" She knew it could end badly but she put her hand up to the side of his face where the mask didn't cover his skin. His eyes went wide and he turned his face away from her and stomped out of the room.
What was this girl doing? She touched him, it wasn't a bad touch, but it made him feel something he couldn't put a name to. It had sent a strange shiver throughout his body and made his heart beat faster. Was that the way it felt to her whenever he touched her? The girl entered the kitchen behind him.
"Would you like some breakfast?" She asked plainly as if nothing had happened. He stared back at her. She rolled her eyes at him and got an orange out of the fridge. "I'll have to go to the store later. We have almost nothing to eat." She peeled the orange over the trash.
Jason felt his pocket to make sure her car keys were still there. He was unsure of whether or not he trusted her to go into town alone. There had to be a way to know for sure. If she was leaving for a while that meant he could go back to the lake and check all his traps, and maybe grab a few weapons. He stared after her as she walked into the hallway eating her orange. A moment later she walked past the kitchen and into the living room with her computer.
She sat at the desk in the living room and plugged her laptop in. Since Jason was going to be difficult she decided she'd try and get some work done. She was disappointed about his reaction, but she'd try again later. There was no way she could keep that house unless she got some work turned in. She reluctantly began to read the erotica novel they assigned her.
Jason sat on the couch eyeing the girl as she kept making different faces at the computer screen. It almost made him wonder what she was reading. He noticed that she was wearing just a tank top today without an over shirt to cover her arms. Did she do that on purpose? He thought about the night before and realized that she liked it when he touched her. He watched her until he became impatient, he was sick of sitting around in the house. Getting up from the couch he closed the laptop screen the girl's eyes were glued to.
"What the hell?" She glared up at him and he glared back. "What do you want?" He pulled her out of her chair and dragged her out the side door by her arm. "Dammit put me down!" He let go of her arm and let her drop to the dirt. He stood over her looking down on her.
"What the fuck is your problem? You know you really piss me off!" She got to her feet and headed back to the door but he was there before her. "Move!" He didn't respond. What was he doing? She turned and ran for the front door. If he was going to act like this she might as well leave and go to the store so he could calm down.
When she got inside she grabbed her wallet off her nightstand and began searching for her keys. She was about to step into the hall when Jason stepped in front of her. "I'm going to the store. You can stay here since you're obviously in some sort of mood. Now move!" He stepped aside. "Thank you."
He stood and watched as the girl hopelessly looked for her car keys. After a few minutes she screamed in frustration. "Where the hell are my keys?" He pulled the keys from his pocket and jingled them. She turned to the noise. "Give me those!" She tried to grab them but he closed his hand tightly around them and watched amused as she tried to pry his fingers open. "What you want to come with me or something? Because I think you might scare the towns folk if they see you." She looked up at him as she continued to attempt to pry his hand open. He shook his head. "Then what is it? You don't want me to go?" He nodded. "Why not?" He put his finger up to his mask where his mouth should be.
She gave up on his hand and stared at him for a moment. He wanted her to be quiet? That didn't make sense but then she understood. "You think I'm going to tell people in town about you?" He nodded. "Why would I do that? If I did they'd probably have me committed, and then you'd have to kill a whole bunch of people because they'd probably want to come and investigate the lake. No thank you." She looked up at him waiting for a response.
He believed what she said, but still had to be sure. He took her face in both hands and looked directly into her eyes. The girl tensed up at his touch and searched his mask frantically. "I promise." She breathed. He released her face and slowly trailed his hands to her shoulders enjoying the softness of her skin, and down her arms to her hands placing the keys in her hand.
He released her and she caught herself on the doorframe. Her head was spinning. She took in a few deep breaths and steadied herself. He watched curiously as she tried to recompose herself. She was furious that he could make her feel this way without any effort or knowing he was even doing it. There had to be a way to get to him, but she needed to wait, she was too riled up at the moment and knew she wouldn't be able to control herself.
She walked past him and out the front door to her car. She got in the car, put her seatbelt on, and turned the key in the ignition. Looking up Jason stood in front of the car. She huffed at him, and rolled her window down. "Now what?" He pointed in the direction of the lake. "I don't care what you do while I'm gone so long as I come home to my house still intact. I promise I'll come find you when I get back."
He nodded and took a step back letting her drive away. Before she hit the road her music blared loudly. He waited until she was out of site before heading into the trees toward the lake.
The girl seemed to be acting rather strange all morning and he couldn't figure out why. She was incredibly confusing and it was starting to get on his nerves. There was obviously something bothering her. He remembered how she suddenly changed when he grabbed her face not a few moments ago. She tensed up, but it wasn't fear he saw in her eyes, it was something different.
It seemed strange to him that he even cared, but this girl was definitely worth keeping around. Not only was she interesting to be around, she was also fun to touch. He was still extremely curious as to why she'd been acting so strange after he would touch her. He wasn't touching her in a bad way, at least not to his knowledge.
Lisa turned her music down as she finally made it into town. It was such a quiet little place. Not many cars on the street. There was a mini strip mall that wasn't there the last time she visited. She pulled into the parking lot and parked.
Looking in the mirror she remembered the bruise on her face then looked down at the dark purple one on her arm. She had worn a sleeveless shirt to get a rise out Jason, but now she needed an over shirt to avoid suspicion from the locals. She looked in the back seat to find Matt's black leather jacket he'd left. She put it on before getting out of the car, it was a little big on her but it would have to do. At least she could cover up her arm, there was nothing she could do about her face.
She entered the nearest clothing store unsure what she was even looking for. The middle-aged woman at the counter smiled at her as she entered. "Good afternoon." She nodded and returned the smile.
She ended up looking at the shoes. She knew her normal tennis shoes wouldn't last very long if she planned on taking frequent walks to the lake. She decided on a pair of boots and began to wander the store. She found herself in the men's clothing section. After looking at a few things she decided she'd get Jason some new clothes. She wondered if he even had any clothes other than the ones he was wearing.
She didn't pick anything elaborate out it didn't make any sense, plus she was lucky to find anything that looked big enough to fit his enormous frame. She put all of her purchases on the counter. As the lady rung her things up she gave her a questioning look. "Buying clothes for the boyfriend I see."
"Oh, um… yeah I guess you can say that." She mused at the thought of that for a moment.
"Well who ever he is I hope he isn't the one responsible for that." She pointed at the girls face.
"Oh no, I'm just a klutz, I was moving boxes around." The lady gave Lisa the 'yeah sure' look.
Lisa handed the lady her debit card and paid for her items. She took her bags and walked out the door as fast as she could, not even giving the lady time to wish her a good day. She was not looking forward to dealing with more people at the grocery store.
She tried her best to tune out Mrs. Mais' small talk while she filled out the form for grocery delivery. "You know if you like hun, I have a compact in my purse and we could cover up that shiner so the other customers won't stare at you while you shop." Lisa finished filling out the form and handed it to the lady.
"That would be great." She smiled, and Mrs. Mais began to dig through her giant white purse. "Ok, you mind if I do it?" She asked opening up the compact. "Um, sure…"
Lisa sat there and let the woman do her work. Once she was done she thanked her and went and grabbed a shopping cart. She made sure to get enough food to last the both of them at least a week. The checkout line was moving extremely slow and there were several other people in front of her. A loud group of teenagers got in line behind her, and she couldn't help but listen in on their conversation.
"I can't believed you convinced me to come with you guys. Wasn't there a bunch a murders at that camp by the lake?" The short red haired girl asked. "Yeah it's supposed to be like haunted or cursed or something like that." The tallest boy of the group answered. "I heard some lady went crazy and killed all the camp counselors because her mentally retarded son drowned in the lake." The shortest boy added. "And they never found the kids body after he drowned. They say he's still out there in the lake waiting to take revenge on anyone who enters the camp." He wiggled his fingers in the air at the two girls who gave each other worried looks.
"Oh whatever, like a retarded kid could survive out on his own." The other boy shoved the shorter boy. Lisa didn't know why it bothered her, but it angered her to hear them call Jason that. He was far from mentally retarded. He may not be book smart, but he was probably smarted than all five of those kids combined. She wanted to hit one of them.
Instead she turned to them. "He's not retarded." She growled at the kids. They all looked at her now. The tallest one was the first to speak. "Oh is that so? How would you know?" He smirked.
"His face is disfigured. Why don't you idiot's ever get that part of the story right? Or do you wish he was retarded because that way you would at least stand a chance against him?" She waited for a response but they all stood mouth agape.
An old lady stood nearby listening to their conversation. "What are you talking about? It's just a story." The taller girl broke the silence. The old lady put her hand on the girls shoulder.
"Oh no dear, it's not a story, Jason is real. He drowned while those counselors were off fooling around. Poor boy. You should listen to her…" She pointed at Lisa. "Her mother used to care for him back then. She knows things… if you go to the lake you'll all perish before sunrise." She smiled at Lisa and then returned to her shopping as if nothing had happened.
How did she know about her mother? Not many knew about her summers as the camp nurse. Did she know about Jason as well? The thought comforted her that someone else knew about her mother and possibly Jason.
Another checkout line finally opened and the five kids behind her rushed over to it eager to be away from her. She smiled to herself knowing she'd get to witness their demise and possibly take part in it.