Page 1 of Wicked Games

Chapter 1

Marlowe

I’m already over this fucking family camping trip and it hasn’t even begun yet. Ethan snores next to me in the backseat of my parents’ Explorer, his head lolling from side to side. Every so often, his head bounces off my shoulder and he startles himself awake.

“Are we almost there?” I whine. There is nothing more that gets on my stepmom’s nerves than my whining.

“Marlowe,” my father interjects. “Watch your attitude! We’re only going to be gone for four days.”

“Why did you have to choose camping?” I ask.

My stepmother sighs, loud and drawn out. “I know you’re not thrilled about this camping trip, Marlowe,” she says, her voice tinged with irritation. “But it’s important for us to spend quality time together as a family. Plus, it’s a chance to disconnect from technology and enjoy nature.”

I roll my eyes and slump further into my seat. Disconnecting from technology sounds like torture to me. I glance out the window, watching the trees blur by as we drive deeper into the wilderness. The thought of spending four days in a tent, surrounded by bugs and without Wi-Fi, makes me want to scream.

Ethan, my younger brother, wakes up again, rubbing his eyes and complaining about being bored. I resist the urge to shove him back to sleep. My step-mother shoots me a warning glance, reminding me to keep my patience in check.

As the car jostles along the bumpy road, I can’t help but wonder why we couldn’t have chosen a more exciting vacation. I mean, who goes camping when you could be lying on a tropical beach in Hawaii? The sound of my stepmother’s exaggerated sigh only adds to my frustration.

I try to distract myself by imagining what I could be doing at home instead. I could catch up on my favorite TV shows or spend time with my friends before heading to college. Anything would be better than being stuck in the middle of nowhere with my family.

But as I steal a glance at my father’s content expression in the rearview mirror, I realize that maybe this trip means more to him than I realize. The destination is not the only thing that matters; the journey and memories are equally significant. There might be something valuable in this family camping trip, after all.

I take a deep breath and decide to make the best of it. Who knows, maybe I’ll even discover a newfound appreciation for nature. As we continue driving through the wilderness, I try to shift my perspective. Maybe disconnecting from technology won’t be so bad after all. It could be a chance to escape the constant notifications and distractions and truly immerse myself in the beauty of nature. The thought of breathing in fresh air and feeling the warmth of the sun on my skin starts to appeal to me.

I glance at Ethan, still half-asleep in the seat next to me, and realize that this trip could also be an opportunity to bond with him. Despite his annoying habits, he’s still my brother, and maybe spending this time together will strengthen our relationship. I make a mental note to find activities we can enjoy as siblings, like hiking or playing card games by the campfire.

My stepmother’s voice interrupts my thoughts, as she excitedly points out a picturesque lake through the window. I can’t deny the beauty of the scenery unfolding before me. The towering trees, the vibrant colors of thewildflowers, and the peacefulness of the surroundings captivate me. Maybe I can find solace in nature and appreciate its wonders.

Arriving at the campsite, I pause to appreciate the peaceful surroundings. The sound of birds chirping and the gentle rustling of leaves instantly calm my restless mind. I help set up the tents with my family, realizing that teamwork and cooperation are essential for a successful camping experience.

As the evening approaches, we gather around the campfire, dad roasts marshmallows and shares stories of his camping trips with Nana and Pop Pop. Laughter fills the air, replacing the initial tension and frustration. I find myself genuinely enjoying the company of my family, their smiles and laughter bringing warmth to my heart.

“Are you excited about college?” Ethan asks as he deals the cards between us.

“Yeah, I am actually. It will be nice being somewhere new, you know?” I pick up the cards he dealt me, putting them in order.

“Hold that thought. I have to take a piss. Don’t peek at my cards,” he eyes me, motioning with his finger to his eyes as if to say he’s watching me.

I roll my eyes and a smile plays across my face. Ethan disappears off into the trees. I can’t help but chuckle at his playful nature. He is so much like our mom, and he doesn’t even know it. Moments like these make me miss her so much. When Dad finally started dating, he brought home Diane. She clarified things would be changing, introducing herself as our new mom. I have hated her since.

No one would ever take our mama’s place. Even if it was someone I liked for my dad. But Diane just wasn’t it.

The campfire crackles and pops, casting a warm glow on our faces. Dad is asleep in his fold-out chair and Diane has her romance paperback. The scent of toasted marshmallows fills the air, mingling with the earthy aroma of the surrounding woods. Ethan rejoins us and his mischievous grin tellsme he’s up to something. He plops back down next to me, arranging his cards. I can see he’s been strategizing during his absence with a glance. I chuckle, knowing that he’s always trying to gain an advantage.

We continue playing our card game, the friendly competition adding an element of excitement to the evening. The sound of laughter and playful banter fills the air, creating a harmonious atmosphere that erases any lingering tension or frustration from earlier.

Ethan lays down his last hand, winning again.

“I’m thinking you’re cheating me, booger.” His eyes narrow at me for calling him booger.

“You’re just a sore loser.”

As the night sky blankets us with its shimmering stars, I can’t help but feel a sense of gratitude. Grateful for this tranquil moment, the surrounding natural beauty, and the love and laughter with my brother.

We retreat to our tents, Dad and Diane sharing one, and Ethan and I have our single-person tents. The soothing sounds of the forest promise to lull us into a peaceful slumber. I close my eyes, feeling content. It wasn’t so bad today.

I wake up the next morning to the sound of birds singing and sunlight filtering through the tent. Stretching my limbs, I feel refreshed and ready for another day in the wilderness. I unzip the tent and step outside, taking in the crisp morning air. Ethan is already up, gathering firewood for breakfast. I join him, realizing that even simple tasks like this can bring us closer together.

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