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Indianna looked around the tree at the cabin again from under her hood. She turned back to Carmen and Megan. "You guys know what we have to do?"
"Yes." Carmen nodded.
"Are you sure about this?" Megan asked. "I mean, couldn't you just talk to her and tell her to stop messing with us?"
"Where's the fun in that?" Indianna asked standing up straighter and putting her hands on her hips. "Do you think she'd really listen to us anyway? She stuffed your bra into a tree."
"Good point." Megan scowled scatching her chest. "Let's do this."
All three girls hurried to the cabin. Indianna was about to grab the door handle when Carmen pulled her back. "Wait!" She yelled in a whisper.
"What?" Indianna asked irritated.
"All the cabin doors creak. They're going to hear us as soon as we open that door." Carmen pointed out.
"True." Megan said.
Indianna looked through the door into the cabin. "There's an open window over there in the corner. We'll go through that." She walked over and clasped her hands together bending down slightly. "Step on my hands and climb in."
Megan looked at Carmen with a nervous glance. Carmen rolled her eyes and put a foot onto Indianna's hands. "You ready?" Indianna nodded and helped Carmen climb through the window. Megan went in next. Indianna looked around and grabbed the window frame. She swung her legs in and let go of the frame when she was inside.
"Where do you guys want to start?" Indianna asked grinning as she shook up a large bucket of blue slime.
Ashton moaned lightly as she stirred from her slumber. She opened her eyes to find the cabin filled with nets hanging from the ceiling. Fake bugs were on it along with clothes from her cabin mates' suitcases. She sat up quickly looked around. People were covered with feathers, red liquid that looked like blood, or lipstick all over their faces. The floor was covered with a blue film.
She grabbed her phone to find it connected to a string that set off different contraptions. Marbles were rolling against the walls on the wires. Things were dropping. Suddenly, something hit her face. She looked down to find a plastic ball. She put a hand on her cheek hoping to get rid of the stinging feeling. A second later, a basketball came flying at her. She caught it and threw it on the empty bed beside her. Something snapped on the bed and a series of creaking noises erupted. She followed them to find a large exercise ball on the ceiling. Before she could get up, it came flying down, hanging by a rope, and hit her. She fell onto the floor and into the blue goop. "Gross!" She breathed. She stood up and hit the large ball, finding out that it was filled with some sort of liquid.
"Oh my God!" She heard Jessa squeal as she sat up with the red liquid all over her. She put her feet on the floor only to find herself in the blue slime. "What the heck happened?"
"I don't know." Ashton groaned looking around at everyone else waking up. "Benson!" She growled. A couple minutes later, the cabin door flew right open and the head counsler slid across the floor soaked head to toe. She smacked right into the wall and fell onto the floor. She turned to find Indianna standing in the doorway looking nervous. Ashton was a little nervous too. Head counsler knew about there little antics and said they needed to stop.
"Benson!" She yelled as she stood up. "Stabler!" Ashton scoffed. "Round up your things and get down to my office! IMMEDIATLY!" She stumbled out the door.
Indianna groaned as she jogged out of the cabin. Ashton followed her. "What the heck was that for?" She yelled.
Indianna whipped around to her. "Payback. I'll see you down at the office."
A hour later, Indianna and Ashton walked into the office of the head counsler. She stood up. "You two have had your differences in the past three weeks. I intend to change that. For the next three weeks, you will share the same room, alone, together. You two will have the cabin of shame. Activities will be off limits. You will sit at the shame table. Do you understand?"
Indianna and Ashton looked at each other through their sunglasses and turned back to the counsler. They both nodded once. "Understood."
Olivia moaned softly as she felt lips on her neck and hands on her body. She smiled as she woke from her slumber. "Chase, I thought I told you to go home. Your brother's wedding is today. You need to get ready." She mumbled pulling her pillow over her head. She gasped when she felt his lips on her stomach. "If you don't go now, you're not going to be leaving until I fall back asleep."
"What if I don't want to leave?" Chase asked against her skin.
Olivia jerked as he continued his assualt. "I told you. I don't date. Go to your brother's wedding. Who knows? Maybe you'll find Mrs. Right there." She smiled when he came up to her face.
"You'd be like the perfect mistress for a govenor if you ever wanted to be." Chase grinned.
Olivia snorted while smiling. "Thanks." She said sarcastically. "Go before my father sees you."
Chase smiled and got dressed. "I feel like I'm back in high school." He pulled on his shirt and grabbed his wallet putting it into his pocket. "Thanks for the weekend."
"Same back at you." Olivia grinned as she sat on the bed with the sheet covering her. One of her legs was sticking out of it. "Have fun at the wedding." She watched as he walked out of her bedroom. She sighed. Another guy, not the right one. Ever since him, she hadn't let anyone kiss her on the lips. They were all friends with benifits. She thought she was obsessed. It had been over a decade and she was still in love with her ex-husband. She ran a hand through her hair and went to take a shower. She walked out to the kitchen once she was dressed and ready for her day. "Hey Dad!" She smiled and kissed her father's cheek.
"Hey, where have you been the past two days?" Don asked his daughter.
"I was at work." Olivia lied grabbing a cup of coffee that John was holding out for her.
John raised his eyebrows. "How much work did you actually do?"
"Lots." Olivia smirked and took a sip of her coffee. "I was going to go in today. There's a photo shoot and it's a new photographer. I hate it when it's a new one. They never know how to do things until they know me."
"Then they leave." Don and John finished for her. Olivia chuckled at them. She looked down into her coffee cup and thought about the past two days. She didn't think about the sex. The past two days, she hadn't once kissed him. After each round, she found herself thinking of Elliot.
"Are you okay?" Don asked looking at his daughter. She had somehow gotten into a trance in less than ten seconds after talking to them.
Olivia snapped her head up and smiled lightly. "I'm fine. I'll see you guys later." She said as she hurried out of the house.
Elliot jogged up to his house after his run. Mikka was sitting on her car in front. "Hey, what are you doing here?"
Mikka smiled. "What? I can't come to see you."
"Knowing you, no." Elliot grinned.
"I got a call. You have an interview tomorrow." Mikka smiled kissing his cheek. "I'll pick you up tomorrow and take you to it."
"I can drive myself." Elliot grinned.
Mikka smiled. "I know you can, but you are horrible with directions. Plus, I actually know the guy. His name is Charles Dansfield. He loves interviewing somebody for the first time."
Elliot smiled lightly. "Okay, pick me up tomorrow. Just don't schedule anything after July 16th."
"Why?" Mikka asked getting into her car.
"That's the day Ashton comes home. It seems like she's been gone forever." Elliot said closing Mikka's car door for her.
Mikka threw on her sunglasses. "Don't worry. I won't do a thing once she comes home. I can't wait to meet her."
"Good, she may like you." Elliot smirked.
"May?" Mikka asked chuckling.
Elliot tilted his head to the side and let out a breath. "Yeah, she hasn't exactly liked my past girlfriends. Hopefully, she's over it by now. It's been her and I for the longest time. She doesn't like change all too well."
"I can understand that." Mikka smiled. "I'll see you later. Bye Ellie!" She grinned before driving away.
Elliot turned towards the house to find Casey leaning against the door frame. "Ellie?"
"Don't push it." Elliot warned smiling as he walked past her.
"I don't get why you're settling for her. I liked that Veronica girl you dated better than her. We always thought she'd be the worst." Casey shuddered. "Ash is going to hate her.
"Yeah, I know she will, but...she's not going to be here forever. She's going to go off to college in a few years. I want to be happy." Elliot said throwing his sunglasses on the coffee table.
Casey leaned against the chair. "El, just two days ago, you told me that you were still in love with your ex-wife. Why don't you talk to her? Maybe she feels the same way. You guys kind of just deserted each other after you left that day."
"Hey! She told me that she didn't want to be us anymore." Elliot yelled.
"You blamed her for everything!" Casey screamed getting Elliot's attention. "Everything that you didn't get to have you blamed her for. She's not 100% responsible for why you two got married. It may have been for the wrong reasons, but you two loved each other more than my parents loved each other. Except, you two didn't look really gross when you were all lovey dovey. El, she just wanted you to stop blaming her. She broke you? No! You broke her! When you guys found out that baby didn't make it, you stormed out because you were so mad! She thought you blamed her! John and I held her that night because you didn't come home! You arrogant little asshole!"
"What?" Elliot asked almost in a whisper.
Casey took a deep breath. "She blamed herself for what happened. You know that she blames herself whenever something bad happens. You left. Olivia...Liv, broke down more times than I could count that night because she thought you blamed her. Three years after you two split, I called John. We haven't talked since. She still couldn't talk about that baby or that night without bursting into tears."
Elliot teared up. "And you didn't tell me?"
"Elliot, you still blamed her for the split. Telling you only would have made you mad." Casey sighed. "I know that you are probably pist right now. Just ask yourself this question. Are you mad at me, or are you mad at yourself?"
Elliot paused. "I don't have to answer that." He said walking away. He slammed the door shut when he entered his room. He stripped down and got into his shower. He could see her in his head. Crying, broken, the way she got when she first found out their baby had died. He didn't pay attention. How could he not pay attention? Elliot leaned his head against the shower wall with his hands on either side as the water pelted his back. How could he not be there for her? "I'm sorry." He whispered as a prayer. She was in his head more and more these days. Each and everyday. "I'm sorry."
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