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Chapter 8

Lake of Secrets

The weekend. The two days of the week that seem to go by way to quickly, much too many peoples despair.

But not this weekend. Things had been tense with my dad and Bex all week. She had avoided me as if she knew if she talked to me I would bombard her with questions.

But I couldn't ignore the fact that I was going to the lake house with both my dad and Bex.

So yes the car ride was tense. Bex soon zonked out in the backseat next to me, my dad played the radio softly but I just stared out the window trying to put pieces of this puzzle together. As we unpacked in the room where Bex and I would be sharing, she turned to me.

"Cam?" she asked softly. I turned, bikini in hand.

"What?" I asked.

"I want to talk to you about earlier this week," she said. "When I was over at your house."

"Oh, yeah . . . that." I turned back around.

"I'm sorry about that," she blurted. "It . . . wasn't a good day for me." She wasn't lying. My dad had taught me the symptoms of lying and I knew them well.

"What are you not telling me, Bex?" I asked, cocking my head with the question.

Bex sighed, looking out the window. "I guess I haven't been totally honest with you… on several fronts. But there are reasons. It's not all clear to me yet, but someday I will tell you."

I pursed my lips, mulling over her words. "Someday I want answers, real ones, not the crap you've been giving me for weeks."

Bex smiled. "Someday it will all make sense, to you and me."

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Bex and I stumbled down the stairs, giggling like maniacs. Maybe we didn't get much sleep last night, but it was nice to just talk to her again, knowing that she wasn't hiding anything behind our casual conversation. The topic stayed solidly on fun, happy things.

"Iced Coffee?" Bex asked, glancing into the fridge.

"Sure. Well, it is the only think you can successfully make," I teased. "And it tastes good."

"Not all of us can make five-star dinners at the drop of a hat," she said back. I sent her a look. She smirked but I faded as my dad came down the stairs dressed a little nicer than usual.

"Morning, girls," he said, taking a glass of iced coffee from Bex as he passed. "Bex gave him a look that oozed 'did he really just do that!' I bit back a laugh. And I thought that only happened in the movies!

"Dress up a bit, aren't you, Mr. Morgan?" Bex asked innocently. I hid my smile.

"Oh, ha-ha," Dad laughed. He looked down at his clothes, smiling. "Didn't even notice."

I shrugged my shoulders. "Well, ladies, I'm off," he said a second later. "Feel free to take a dip in the lake or go exploring in the wood today. Tomorrow we'll take a trip over the amusement park before we head back." And then, he was gone.

"Well that was a bit…" I hesitated.

"Unexpected," Bex finished for me, and I nodded. "I wonder where he's going? You don't have a clue?"

"With my dad," I said, "it could be anything. I wouldn't be surprised if he's going to go get drunk. He does that when he get too many memories of mom." I looked down at my feet, suddenly upset."

"He doesn't hurt you when that happens, does he?" Bex asked.

I shook my head quickly. "No, no! I steer clear from him when he's like that."

Bex glanced out the door again. "Do you ever wonder if your dad's … up to something?" she asked, her brown eyes questioning me.

"Sometimes, like, when he locks himself in his office for long periods of time?"

Bex nodded but then quickly changed the subject. "So do you want to walk around town to day?" she asked.

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"God, Macey would love it here," Bex said as she looked at a scarf. "Whoa, big price tag." She stepped away quickly, and I smirked.

I held up a long, light blue dress, posing. "What do you think?"

"Eh, too, Wintery." She said looking over the clothes rack.

"What?" I looked down at the tag again. "It says summer dress, Bex."

"Cammie, come here for a moment." She was gesturing with her hand.

I came a little closer, draping the dress over my arm. "Does that girl over there look familiar to you?" She nodded her head towards the blonde check out lady. I put the dress to the side and looked to who she was gesturing to.

"She kinda looks like… Winter," I breathed.

"Exactly. Now why would Winter be here when…" she stopped short.

"Here when why?" I whispered.

"Nothing." We watched as Winter smiled the customer she was serving. It was obviously a fake smile, and she looked like she did not belong in a store… working.

"Get down," Bex hissed. She grabbed my arm and yanked me down, knocking some clothes off the rack in the process.

"Why did you do that?" I whispered as we bent down to pick up the clothes. Bex peeked over the rack.

"Ok. We're good now."

"Why?" I asked. "What's your problem?" This better not be more about the secret she's harboring.

"Never mind. Let's go."

"Wait let me get the… dress." But the dress was gone.

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"Some employee must have picked it up," Bex said as we discreetly exited the store. I sighed. She continued, "Oh, well, it was just a dress, right?

"Yeah, sure. No big deal," I said, shrugging slightly. "Bex? Why was Winter there?"

Bex shrugged. "I don't know. And I mean, I really don't know. I'm not just, ya know, saying that or anything. I'm being serious."

"She's not stalking us, is she?" I asked.

"I doubt it," Bex muttered. "She'd have to have a pretty good reason. We've done nothing." But then, she muttered something under her breath that I didn't quiet catch, leaving me curious again.

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Laughing once again, Bex and I flopped onto the sand on the shore of the lake. "I like it here," Bex declared, running a hand though her wet hair.

"Yeah, coming here when I was little, everything seemed like an adventure," I laughed. "I'd always put my mom through a panic attack when I would hide. She could never find me."

"And that is why we call you the chameleon."

I laughed and looked back out at the sun setting over the lake. It turned the clouds a bright shade of orange and pink, streaked with purple and the blue setting in as night overcame the woods.

"We should head back. It's getting dark," Bex said sadly. We picked up the remnants of our lunch and our bags before beginning the hike up to the house.

As we climbed, we eventually saw a woman walking up the path before us. Her long blond hair swept across her back as she walked. "Cam." Bex covered my mouth and pulled me back into the woods.

"What?" I hissed.

"It's Winter."

"What?" I snapped. "Again?"

"Shh. Keep your voice down. She'll hear you."

We crept through the woods and tensed as I stepped on a twig, sending a snap through the woods. Winter, and it looked like Winter but we couldn't see her face clearly (maybe she was older), whipped her head around, searching the woods.

Deciding there was no one there, she continued on her way. Bex let out her breath. "Go," she whispered, giving me a not-so-gentle shove.

Reaching the house, Bex made me climb a tree so we could look into my dad's room. For reasons unsure, I did, curious myself to what Winter was up too.

I almost fell out of the tree because nothing could prepare me to the sight in front of me. Winter walk into the room and… full on kiss my dad.

A/N

So it was kinda filler-ish but…

The next chapter all the secrets will come out… or most of them a least. But if you all review than I will update sooner instead of having you all wait the usual three/two week period.