Chapter Fifteen

"Oh… my… god," Chuckie stammered. "It's…Bridget."

"You have to be kidding. It can't be," Tommy joked, but then halted suddenly. There, the lifeless body of Bridget lay on the ground. She looked so peaceful, so tranquil.

"Tommy, what the hell are we supposed to do!" Chuckie shouted loud enough for the entire camp to hear.

"Shut up and let me think, god damn it!" Tommy's mind was spinning. He was now a suspect of this girl's murder. And who could have done it?

"Tommy, I don't mean to make you freaked or anything, but I have my entire life ahead of me. We could go to jail! Our futures are in jeopardy!" Chuckie finally announced, adding more silence.

"We… we couldn't be responsible, could we?" Tommy wondered, looking into Chuckie's timid eyes.

"I don't know right now, dude. I just don't know," Chuckie sighed, and plopped down on the box next to Tommy. "I…I can't believe she's gone."

Tommy paused before finally breaking the ice. "We have to dispose of her body. It's the only way to make sure we get away free."

"Are you kidding? You are crazy! We could get into more trouble then we already are now!" Chuckie hinted, trying to knock more sense into Tommy's cluttered mind.

"Do you want to go to fucking jail or try to prevent it!" Tommy exasperatedly demanded to know. He finally sighed hard and knew he was doomed. This couldn't be happening to him. His whole future was going down the drain. He was going to be a famous director, marry the girl of his dreams, and have the functional household he had always dreamed of. And now it was being yanked from under him. He finally snuck Chuckie a confused look. But instead of seeing Chuckie upset, he glimpsed him already tugging Bridget's body out the cabin.

"Chuckie! What the hell are you doing?" Tommy anxiously insisted to know.

"I'm doing what you told me. I need to have a secure future. If this is the only way," Chuckie assured him. "Help me carry this body now, Tommy Pickles, god damn it!"

Tommy rushed over to him, lifting the body the body from Chuckie's shoulders. He had little clue where they were going to place it, but Tommy and Chuckie were running low on ideas. Chuckie's huge mind finally exploded, and his had an ingenious idea.

"Tommy, I hate to do this to my ex, but we're going to have to get rid of the body under the dock," Chuckie choked, glancing at Bridget's intertwined limbs.

"But…what if someone sees us?" Tommy hesitated, but then expected an answer.

"Well, then, we'll be screwed. But at this point, aren't we screwed up already?" Chuckie's clever voice added for good measures.

Tommy and Chuckie were about the lift the body into the water, until Chuckie suddenly collapsed.

"Chuck!" Tommy yelled, dropping Bridget's corpse and went to Chuckie's side.

"Get away from the scene!" A voice called. Tommy looked up to see the camp director standing in front of him, Chuckie's unconscious body, and Bridget's lifeless corpse. He was at a loss for words and a loss for emotions. He now knew it was the official end.

"Hey, boys," A cop rushed up behind them. "I want to say you are under arrest for the murder of Bridget Sharpe," the cop announced, holding a gun to Tommy's face. "Get into the car without any problems, and we can make the ride to the police station as painless as possible."

To be continued…

Who REALLY murdered Bridget? Will Tommy and Chuckie be okay? Stay tuned to find out