Escape From Camp Conversion - Chapter 3

The plan took shape during a morning exercise routine. Jenna kept the smuggled phone pressed against her thigh, fingers trembling whenever she caught the counsellors looking her way. Victoria, Marcy and Lynn prowled between the girls like three sleek predators, waiting for the smallest slip. When Ameena suddenly ripped open her shirt, the motion was so abrupt the counsellors wheeled on her at once. She took off across the grass with her breasts bare and bouncing. The distraction worked. Jenna slipped into the trees before anyone noticed the missing body count. Under low branches, reception flickered once then steadied. Jenna hit the only number saved on the device. She waited while the phone rang, pulse loud in her ears. When her girlfriend answered, the voice sounded thinner than she remembered. The line went cold right after the words “I can’t help you.” Silence followed like a slammed door. A twig cracked behind her. Nina stepped from the shadows, leaves brushing her calves. The camp director spoke calmly: downtown lay five minutes down the road, not the miles they had been promised. Jenna blinked, uncertain. Nina continued. Decades ago she had been brought here herself, back when Christie was still a camper too. A flash crossed her eyes, old hurt turned sharp. In the remembered heat of 1955, two young women moved through the same woods at night. Nina, blonde hair loose, pressed her back to a cabin wall while Christie sank to her knees, tongue already seeking and wet. Nina arched, hand tangled in Christie’s dark hair, soft gasps muffled by summer cicadas. Christie rose, slid two fingers inside and kissed her so they both tasted the same desire, hips rocking against fingers slick with proof of need. Back in the present, Nina’s mouth tightened. Christie had turned against her once love had cooled, yet Nina now offered the campers the same truth she had once been denied: an unlocked gate and a path out. Jenna sprinted back to the others, heart thundering with the sudden weight of the secret and the hope it carried.