Must Read: Friday The 13th *Ever Scary* - Season 1 - Episode 48

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Must Read: Friday The 13th *Ever Scary* - Season 1 - Episode 48

Destiny took another sip and glanced over at the living room. What was she going to do while he was out killing? Could she possibly be able to read with that kind of noise in her ears? She didn’t want to risk reading Matilda; if the possibility of her favorite book getting ruined forever by the piercing screams of dying people was evident, she didn’t want to take the chance. She decided to try and curl up with another book, like “Carlos is Gonna Get It” or “The Isabel Factor”.

Reading usually made her feel better anyway.

Hopefully it would work in this situation.

Destiny glanced back outside again, feeling anxious again. Jason was making his way back to the house. Destiny couldn’t help but flinch a little. Were they here already? It was only one on the afternoon. Either those guys were real party animals or they wanted to die more quickly.

When Jason opened the door, he shook his head, so Destiny could relax a little. But she still felt edgy.

“You feel okay?”Jason showed her his notepad and she bit her lip uncertainly. She knew she definitely wasn’t, but she didn’t want Jason to worry.

“U-uh huh…I-I’m fine,” she spoke weakly, giving her true feelings away.

Jason didn’t look convinced, however. He gave her a look and blinked, which caused Destiny to look down nervously.

“I-I’m sorry…I-I just don’t want you to worry while y-you’re out there…I-I don’t wanna distract you o-or anything…” Destiny knew that if she were to be a distraction, it would make her a bad girl. And by Jason’s standards, Destiny did NOT want to be a bad girl. She heard pen scratching, so she looked up again.

“You’ll only distract me if you’re not in the house when they come around. I would have to find you and protect you while you’re out there.

That would make things harder. If you promise that you stay in here while they’re here, I won’t be distracted.”Destiny nodded slowly as she read.

“I-I promise. I won’t go anywhere.” Jason nodded and glanced slowly at the broken refrigerator behind her. He pointed at it and gave her another look.

“Wh-what?” Destiny looked over her shoulder at the fridge and then back at Jason, confused.

“Did…I put anything in it?” she guessed. Jason nodded. Destiny grinned and shook her head.

“Nuh uh. I-I saw that it was broken. I-I guess I can put the fridge stuff somewhere else.

Th-there has to be a working fridge around here somewhere…” Destiny looked at Jason expectantly and somewhat desperately. “…Right?” Jason shrugged and went to write in his notepad again. Destiny’s heart gave a lurch.

How was she going to keep things cold without a fridge?

“We can look around. I doubt any of the fridges around here work, though. This camp has been closed down for years.”This was the last thing Destiny expected to hear. She stared at Jason, her mouth agape in disbelief.

“Wh-wha? Really? O-oh, sheesh, what am I gonna do…?” Destiny pressed her hand to her forehead in frustration. She should have known about this sooner. She should have asked Jason before she bought milk and soda and bottles of water. The water would be okay without being cold, and so could the sodas, but the milk…

Jason shrugged and glanced outside toward the campsite driveway again. He looked slightly on edge still about the fact that kids were coming by.

He slowly walked upstairs and Destiny followed him with her eyes, but stayed rooted to the spot.

She still had to figure out exactly what she was going to do if she couldn’t refrigerate the milk.

She’d have to get rid of it pretty darn quick. But her thoughts went out the window at the sight of Jason holding his weapon of choice.

The machete.

It had looked as though it had been cleaned and sharpened. He must have done that at some point while she was asleep last night. It gleamed brightly and menacingly in the sunlight, as if daring Destiny to think of Jason as anything more than a cold-blooded killer. She felt herself go slightly numb at the sight. She still didn’t fully trust Jason yet, so doubts that he actually wanted to protect her started to fill her mind. She kept her eyes on the blade, jumping out of her skin every time he moved it even an inch. Jason didn’t seem to notice. He was staring outside toward the driveway again. Destiny knew she would have to wait until later to get the colder things in the fridge. Destiny took another sip of her ginger ale and Jason almost instantly looked back at her, staring at the drink. Destiny let out a squeak of shock and he looked back up at her, his eye curious. Destiny glanced down at the can.

“I-its ginger ale, Jason. It’s soda.” Jason slowly tilted his head to the side and walked toward her. He was still staring at the can as if it was about to explode. He looked back at Destiny and then back down again, as if he was asking to take it. Destiny gave him a soft smile.