The Fabulist by Dawn L. Chiletz

Author:Dawn L. Chiletz [Chiletz, Dawn L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: A Reality TV Novel
Publisher: Dawn L. Chiletz
Published: 2016-09-20T04:00:00+00:00

“HEY, ROOMIE.”

I try my best to smile, but I can’t. Cocoa is sitting on my bed and my first reaction is to tackle her to the ground.

“I guess I should go,” Cocoa states, rising.

“Ya think?” I respond.

“See what I mean?” she says, frowning. “Bye, Brenda. Thanks again.”

As soon as she’s gone, my first instinct is too lay into Brenda, but I don’t. I’m too tired. There’s a cameraman in our room, and I’m disappointed it’s not Hogan.

“Sorry about that,” Brenda apologizes. “I know you two don’t get along.”

“No we don’t. Just be careful, Brenda. I don’t trust her.”

“I know and for the record, neither do I.”

Her response shocks me. Apparently my reaction says it all.

“I think I need to tell you something. You’re not going to like it.”

I sink onto the bed, concerned. “What?”

“Courtney was super friendly today. She’s barely said two words to me since this whole thing started, so right away I knew something was up.”

I’m glad to hear Brenda didn’t fall for her tricks. I scratch my head and kick off my flats, crossing my legs on the bed.

“She was asking me about my life back home. She told me she was glad I’d decided to be in an alliance with them, even though I never said that. And then she said she wanted to let me in on a few things, but she didn’t feel comfortable doing it in the bar. She asked if we could go to my room.”

Brenda stands, takes a quick look out the window, then leans on the wall next to the air conditioner. “We came up here and she made a bunch of small talk about how they found out George is recently divorced and his daughter wants nothing to do with him. Nothing of importance. All of a sudden she asked if I felt okay. I asked why and she said I was pale. She said maybe I should go put a wet rag on my forehead. I was feeling flushed, you know, with menopause starting and all, so I went to the bathroom to get a washrag. I ran the water and checked myself in the mirror. I wasn’t pale, but I shrugged it off.”

Still pissed Cocoa was even in my room, I try not to let her story bother me. I know there’s a point to it, but I just want to lie down. I’m exhausted.

“She obviously thought she had more time,” Brenda says.

And then I get it. Standing, I lift the mattress and it’s gone.

“I have it,” Brenda says. “I caught her red-handed. She tried to claim the mattress felt odd and she wanted to straighten it out, but I knew, right then and there.”

“Did she look inside?” I ask hopefully.

“Yep. I snatched it out of her hands. She feigned innocence but then was quick to point out how concerning it was.” She reaches under her pillow, pulls out my notebook, and hands it back to me. “She said you had the answers to the next challenge. Is that true?”

Laughing, I take it from her.

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