[Castlewood]

Part 2 of 4

II. The Cabin. Finishing Business. The Book.

Walking on the dirt road was like walking on a beach with no ocean: dry and sandy and pointless. After moving for about twenty minutes, Bobbi finally decided to say something.

“This is bullshit,” she announced.

“Well, this is how it is. Let’s not get in a tizzy. I’m sorry for my little rampage in the car. We need to focus on the situation at hand.”

“Yeah? Well here’s the situation, Jeremy. It’s darker than fuck out here. I don’t see a single light, a single car, a single house, or a single fucking person. How’s that for your situation at hand?”

She was right, but only for a little while. I’ll be honest; the whole ordeal wasn’t very scary. I wasn’t scared. I was mostly irritated, annoyed, just plain pissed off. My house was nearly fifteen minutes away driving wise, so this shouldn’t have been a big deal. Someone would have to drive down this dirt road, eventually.

But, that “eventually” quickly turned into “not fucking likely”, and this is where the thunder made its evil presence known in the sky. I remember Bobbi exhaling angrily, looking at me in the night.

“You hear that? It’s gonna storm. Let’s head back to the car before we get soaked, okay?”

Instead of listening to her I focused my eyes on something I’d been waiting for since we had exited the car: a house. It was dark, sitting quietly off the road to the right of us. None of the lights were on, and as Bobbi and I walked closer, we realized that it was a log cabin. We immediately shared a sigh of relief.

“Thank fucking God,” she laughed. “We can knock and then ask to use their phone.”

We walked through the gravel driveway and to the front of the old home, and I lightly punched my knuckles two or three times against the door. There was a doorbell, but I couldn’t hear it working as I pressed on the button, so I started pounding. Meanwhile, Bobbi stood ten feet from me, pressing her head against the front window, investigating the situation inside.

“Bobbi, what are you doing? You can’t just stare into someone’s home. You’ll freak them out and they won’t wanna help us.”

“Um, Jeremy?” she asked with slight concern.

“What?”

“I don’t think anyone lives here.”

I stood next to her and looked into the window as well, and I was startled by what I saw: it was abandoned. Spider webs filled the living room; I’m talking huge webs that you could walk through. Not only that, but a coat of dust covered everything, too, making the interior of the log cabin gray and unwelcoming. Needless to say, I did not want to enter.

“Bobbi, nobody lives here. It’s abandoned. Forget it. Look at the webs inside. There are probably spiders all over the place. Let’s go.”

Thunder struck again after a bright flash of lightning. Bobbi looked at me in disapproval. “Well, we’re not going back to the car. It’s too far away now. It’ll pour on us.”

The rain didn’t fall just yet. After the next flash of light in the sky, a bolt that streaked across like Zeus’s blade, a crash of thunder boomed and the ground shook under our feet. And that’s when it started raining.

“Shit,” I said expressionless.

Bobbi shook her head. “Look, let’s just go inside the log cabin. No one’s here. We’ll wait it out until the storm passes and then we’ll be on our way. You said it yourself... nobody’s inside. We’ll be safe.”

“But Bobbi...”

“Do you wanna be under shelter, or do you wanna get fucking electrocuted?”

“Shelter,” I answered.

“Alright then.” She tugged on the door knob several times before she finally gave it a violent shove and entered the log cabin. Her act of charge and aggression was extremely sexy, and it turned me on like you wouldn’t believe. I followed her into the house and immediately got a whiff of dusty air. I sneezed. We were barely wet; maybe a few drops of rain got on our shoulders. All that mattered was that we were inside and safe. Supposedly.

“Damn,” Bobbi said, walking around in the dark. “This place gives me the creeps.”

“No shit.”

“It’s like someone deserted it a thousand years ago.”

“Not quite a thousand,” I laughed. “Maybe fifteen or twenty.”

“I wonder who lived here.”

It was peculiar. All of the furniture remained in proper positions; it was like nobody cleared anything out. Whoever lived there just got out without any care for their belongings. Something wasn’t right, and to make things all the more inconvenient, we searched every room in the one-story house and didn’t find a single phone.

“Oh fuck!” Bobbi yelled.

“What? What’s wrong?”

“Please tell me you got the bag of weed out of the backseat.”

My heart skipped a beat, my stomach dropped, my face felt hot – all the characteristics of sudden shock.

“Shit, Bobbi. I forgot it.”

Yeah, about that. I had a bag of weed in the backseat. Bobbi wasn’t stuttering. I had a little side job going on at school, and I made a few bucks here and there, nothing special. Sue me. A lot of kids were into it, and I honestly didn’t see the fascination. Bobbi and I smoked some of it on a couple of occasions because I had some grass to spare (I had a lot of dough that week), and aside from the complete relaxation it gave us, it wasn’t really a big deal. We rolled it up, lit it, inhaled, and that was it. The situation that night, though, was a big deal.

“You forgot it?” she yelled. “Jeremy, the car’s just sitting out there on the road. If a cop drives by and sees it, he might search it! We’ll be fucked, Jeremy! He’ll copy the license plate number and trace it back to your parents and we’ll be fucked! It’s your parents’ car!”

“Relax,” I assured her, although I was personally scared shitless as well. “It’s storming like hell out there. No cop in their right mind would walk outside in the pouring rain to look through an abandoned car. Besides, nobody even drives on that road. We were the only car out there for crying out loud.” Giving that quick little tale made me feel better, and I could see Bobbi’s face getting calmer.

“You’re right,” she said. “I’m sorry. We’re fine.”

“You know, it’s really coming down out there. Our parents are gonna flip. I don’t know if the rain’s gonna stop tonight. We might have to spend the night here and look for help in the morning.” It really was pouring outside that night. I felt like building a goddamn ark.

“Well,” Bobbi said, raising an eyebrow, “in that case, I guess we’ll have all night to have some fun.”

My heart skipped a beat again, but it wasn’t in fear this time, no, it was excitement. “What do you mean?”

“I think we have some unfinished business,” she replied. She raised her hand and gave me a “come here” motion with her index finger, and I followed her into the kitchen, staring at her perfect ass the entire time. It moved in a rhythm that even McCartney and Lennon couldn’t write.

The kitchen was dusty just like the other room, and there was an island counter in the center with nothing on it. I wondered why she didn’t want to find a bedroom in the house, but then I realized the obvious truth: this was so much hotter.

She jumped up and sat on the counter, spreading her legs so I could stand in between them. We wasted no time; we were a couple that thought foreplay was overrated. We kissed passionately for a moment, tongues meeting and hands exploring, and we got to the point where the waiting was over. I took her jeans off myself, then her panties, and then I unzipped my pants as well. We left our shirts on, she had her arms wrapped around me, and then I entered her after a frustrated week of waiting. She moaned, crying out a couple of times, and I remember sweating under my shirt. After five minutes of intense grinding it was over, and we both held each other in satisfaction, her bare bottom sitting on the dust covered island as we breathed heavily together.

“Find a trash can and throw it away,” she whispered into my ear, huffing and puffing. I blinked a few times and looked at her.

“Throw what away?”

“The rubber.”

This night was just destined to be the worst one ever.

“Jeremy, throw the rubber away.”

“I wasn’t wearing one.”

“Oh, that’s just great, dipshit. Real fucking great.” She hopped off the counter and pulled her pants up, walking away from me.

“Well Christ, Bobbi, you started it. It was so intense, I wasn’t even thinking. Don’t get fucking mad at me. I mean, you coulda said something. You couldn’t tell that I wasn’t wearing one?”

“That’s not the point,” she snapped, turning her head around. “What if something happened? Huh? Like pregnancy? Ever think about that, Jeremy?”

“Yes, for Christ’s sakes, yes,” I said, zipping up my pants. Honestly, I wasn’t thinking about such things at the moment. I was getting a piece of ass; this was number one on my brain’s computer task list. But looking back, I wasn’t realizing the seriousness of the situation. If I had to break such news to my parents, or if it was announced in the paper that Bobbi Wright and Jeremy Jones were both seventeen and having a kid, I probably would’ve stopped myself. But, man oh man; you should’ve seen her that night, jumping up on that counter. I owed it to every man in the world. You would’ve done the same.

“Whatever,” Bobbi said. “I’ll just get a pill tomorrow. Your ass is paying for it. Let’s just wait for the rain to stop and we’ll figure things out.”