Page 10 of Wrong Turn

I wonder what they’re talking about as Amber and Summer erupt into a fit of unrestrained laughter that echoes through the forest.

“Awe, come on Bridge…everyone likes pineapple on pizza.” Amber’s right, pineapple on pizza is the best thing since cum filled donuts.

“She’s right,” Summer says. “Sweet, tangy, and salty…all of my favourite things rolled into one.” I like her too, I wonder if she’d enjoy the way I taste.

“Y’all are fucked in the head,” the one with tiny tits snips. Her practically shoving them in my face this morning did nothingbut annoy me. Maybe I’ll cut them off, and use them to blind fold her…I’m sure they’re big enough to cover her eyes.

Fallon’s been silent the whole time, and I can’t help but wonder what she’s thinking. Is she silently observing? Trying to figure out where she fits in this clucking group of hens? Is she the outcast?

The smell of reefer cuts through the air, and my gaze snaps to the joint between my killer-in-the-making’s lips. I watch her suck it in, ember lighting up, and burning down the paper. I’m fucking hypnotized, jealous that it’s in her mouth, and I’m not. She passes it to Bridget, then I watch completely entranced as Amber strides up to Fallon, pushing her up against a tree, and snaking her fingers around Fallon’s slender throat. She gasps, and Amber seizes the opportunity to slowly blow the smoke into her mouth. They are so close, only a few more millimetres and the girl-on-girl action will commence. I’m at full chub, and need release. Now.

Fallon’s breath catches in her throat, and she starts hacking. Amber smirks, abandoning Fallon to her coughing fit, turning back to the joint held between Bridget’s outstretched fingers. Hopefully the weed mellows her out, and she becomes significantly less annoying.

“What the fuck, Amber!” Fallon wheezes while twisting the top off her water bottle.

“Were you hoping something more would happen? Sorry, I’m not into virgins.” Ah, so that must be why I’ve got a thing for Fallon. I love slamming into a virgin, owning a piece of them no one else ever will. A devilish smile plays on Amber’s sinful mouth as her eyes lock with mine through the bushes. Fuck, she can’t see me, can she? Sense me? It’s impossible.

She turns back around. “Here Savannah, you can have the rest.” Amber flicks the doobie through the air at the shriekinggirl. She’s terrified she’s going to get burned, and there’s nothing I want more in this moment than for that demoness to hurt me.

I pick up a large rock, chucking it through the trees behind me. It collides with another boulder, the cracking sound ringing out through the woods. Every girl startles, jumping slightly, and grabbing onto the arm of a friend. Except Amber. Her eyes light up at the possibility of imminent danger, and I watch her fingers trace an object in her pants pocket.

What’re you packin’, you wicked little thing?

Fuck, I need to know. I grab a stick, cracking it in half over my knee. The sharp sound scares the group of wimps again, but Amber doesn’t even flinch. Dropping to the ground before I’m seen by any of them, I watch through the foliage. Fallon and the other two have closed in on each other, huddling together out of fear. If I was hunting, they’d be so easy to pick off one by one, standing all together like that.

Summer comes up behind Amber and asks, “What do you think that was?”

“It could literally be anything, we’re in the mountains. But if y’all don’t want to be ass raped by Smokey The Bear, I suggest we get a move on.”

“Did you pack bear spray?” Summer asks, and Amber shakes her head. She removes her backpack, dropping it to the ground at her feet. Bending at the waist, she unzips it, rooting around slowly within it.

“Fuck,” Summer whispers. I can read her plump lips from here. She’s worried for the first time since I’ve met her, and it shoots a thrill through me.

My cock turns to stone as I watch Amber pull a gun from her rucksack. She tucks the glock under her shirt, returning to a standing position. Summer’s mouth hangs open, clearly shocked by what she’s just witnessed. Amber shrugs, “Would you rather be out here unarmed?”

Summer, still stunned as fuck, just shakes her head back and forth. “Good,” Amber says, turning her body away from the other girls, and placing the gun in Summer’s hands. “Now do me a favour…” Summer raises her eyes from the gun in her hands to Amber’s face, “Don’t stick it up your twat. Be right back, I have to pee.”

Giving her head a shake, realizing what her best friend just said, Summer yells, “What the fuck?” But Amber is already making her way into the trees.

“I know what your favourite book is, dumbass,” Amber’s chastising voice rings out from the direction she disappeared. Summer laughs to herself, wholly freaking the fuck out at the gun in her hand. It’s adorable and hilarious. She shoves it into the pocket of her hoodie, turning back to the other three girls, and adding herself to their little huddle.

I rise from the moist earth, silently taking off in the same direction as Amber.

10

CATCH ME IF YOU CAN

AMBER

Iknow we’re being watched, I can feel it. The notion heats my blood, and wets my panties. Well, it would, if I was wearing any. I’m soaking my leggings because of the whole heady situation. I don’t actually have to take a leak, I’m hoping whoever is trailing us will follow me. The weak little girl who was dumb enough to separate herself from the group.

I just want to let them know it's impolite to stare.

My steps are light as I move through the woods. I’ve gone off the path in order to hear whoever it is sneaking up behind me. I’m praying to Lucifer that if that brainwave I share with Summer is real, then she was picking up what I was putting down. Meaning, I’m going to investigate the noises, and if anyone shows up, shoot first and ask questions later.

As the distance between the group and I grows, I start to second guess myself. Pausing, I hold my breath, letting my eyes fall shut. Listening to the forest around me, searching for the single sound that will let me know I was right. The gentle breeze flows through the trees, whispering against my skin. A storm iscoming; I feel the moisture in the air, the atmosphere is heavy, and I can smell the impending rain. Pushing past that, I strain my senses to work in the way I was forced to learn.

Then I hear it, a faint snap to my left. It’s closer than I anticipated it would be. I turn my head to the left, waiting for the distinct sound of increasing footfalls. Once…twice…then they stop. “Catch me if you can, fuckface,” I snarl over my shoulder.

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