Vacation To Hell
February 2nd 2012 06:51
Trisha looked around. All she saw was forest. She couldn't make sense from the right to the left, it was identical all around her. Trisha looked to Paul who seemed to steam on like an engine. It had been an hour since Trisha had told him she had wanted to go back home. He in returned stormed to ensure he would not break away from the romantic cabin holiday retreat he had planned to escape her to.
“This sucks!” steamed Trisha as she crossed her arms. “We should be there by now!” she warred.
“Just a few more metres!” told Paul who continued to march ahead.
“That's what you said an hour ago!” warred Trisha. “We were just supposed to go down a hill, and find the cabin in the middle of the trees!” she said.
“Well we're still going down the hill!” told Paul as he narrowed his eyes. “See I am almost beneath you now, so hurry up!” he shouted.
“I don't want to walk!” steamed Trisha as she felt depressed. “I want to lay in a bed and sleep!” she told.
“To do that you need to walk a little more, so hurry!” told Paul as he waved his arm.
Trisha saw the wave, and thought he looked like a handicap. He waved in a wild and reckless manner that made her want to escape from him. He looked like a person who could grow out of control. She shivered inside of her skin as she watched him. She hated him. Hated his face, his body, his tone. She didn't want to walk down any more, she wanted to walk up and back. However it was uphill and her legs were like jelly, plus Paul had the car keys and the money in his pack. She would need to hitch-hike a ride, and she wasn't keen on that idea.
“Okay;” muttered Trisha in depressive tone as she began to march her legs.
It took five minutes to catch up with Paul. She had only been able to catch up with him because there was a huge log barricading the way. Trisha glared at the huge log, that was big, thick, and annoying.
“Great!” she steamed as she waved her arm and shook her head. “What's this then?” she asked.
“A storm must have taken it down;” told Paul as he marched to the left, and then to the right. “Okay the sides are blocked, we'll just have to jump over it;” he said. “Hurry! Get down on your knees so I can jump off your back!” he ushered.
“I am not a trampoline!” gasped Trisha. “You get down!” she warred.
“But I have to pull you up!” told Paul as he smiled a challenging smile her way.
Trisha steamed as she saw the grin, it itched her nerves. She looked to the right and walked up to what seemed like loose litter. She wiped at it and saw a burrow! She felt relief, and she climbed through it in a hurry. Paul shouted as though she had tried to gun down his masculinity, and he chased. Trisha was gone in no time, and Paul had followed in a hurry.
“You scam!” he cried out as he saw Trisha's legs on the other side. “How dare you!” he muttered as he climbed up.
Paul walked up to Trisha and slapped her hard on the back. Trisha closed her eyes as he did. She couldn't stand him at the moment. She had scraped her knee scrambling under the log, and it stung. Plus there were flies bothering the wound and vomiting on her blood!
“Let's go;” she muttered quietly before she began to walk.
“Well don't lead now!” argued Paul as he caught up. “Some of us are following a map and a compass!” he said as he hung the compass in front of Trisha's hot face.
Trisha felt as though she were seeing underwear. She wanted to growl. However she stepped back. Paul smiled and marched, she reluctantly followed.
It took hours, and still no sight of a cabin could be found. Trisha sighed as she felt her heartbeat race. They had not prepared for a night outside. They were supposed to be at the cabin. They had no rugs, and no tents. They had nothing but a couple of sandwiches, chips, and drink.
“This is no good!” sighed Trisha as she let some sweat dribble off her arm. “We have to be there;” she argued.
“By nightfall;” promised Paul as he closed his eyes. “A little further;” he muttered.
“This is unbearable!” complained Trisha on the verge of tears. “You led us to nowhere! We're lost!” she cried out loud.
“Soon we will be there;” told Paul as he began to grow tense as the forest showed a fresh pair of eyes that glowed in the dark. “Soon;” he said.
Trisha followed Paul. She complained all the way. Trisha sighed, complained, and sighed some more. She told of anguish, hunger, and soreness. Paul ignored her, and he continued to walk. He walked with rage over his eyes, and sooner or later he forgot about his compass and walked blindly. He couldn't see the map to read it, and so he followed his nose. They were heading down, down, further down. It were as though the down had no end. Paul became fumigated. He growled in his chest, and clenched his jaw fast. Trisha panted as she found it hard to keep up with his steaming strides. She almost began to fall behind, however she held onto Pauls shirt so that she might be able to pull him back. Paul led Trisha further as his body became a muscle, and he grew wild as he saw nothing but blank, and felt nothing but brush. He steamed faster, at a heavier charge then ever before! His eyes saw red as his walk turned concrete, and he led Trisha through a maze as he steamed on his aggression. Then just before he was about to suggest they head back, he took a step that felt like air. Paul gasped for a second, and then he fell! Trisha followed as she slipped, her nails clutching hard onto Paul’s shirt! They fell together, down and down, into a crevice that was large and dark. There was no end. It were as though they had both fallen into hell!
“This sucks!” steamed Trisha as she crossed her arms. “We should be there by now!” she warred.
“Just a few more metres!” told Paul who continued to march ahead.
“That's what you said an hour ago!” warred Trisha. “We were just supposed to go down a hill, and find the cabin in the middle of the trees!” she said.
“Well we're still going down the hill!” told Paul as he narrowed his eyes. “See I am almost beneath you now, so hurry up!” he shouted.
“I don't want to walk!” steamed Trisha as she felt depressed. “I want to lay in a bed and sleep!” she told.
“To do that you need to walk a little more, so hurry!” told Paul as he waved his arm.
Trisha saw the wave, and thought he looked like a handicap. He waved in a wild and reckless manner that made her want to escape from him. He looked like a person who could grow out of control. She shivered inside of her skin as she watched him. She hated him. Hated his face, his body, his tone. She didn't want to walk down any more, she wanted to walk up and back. However it was uphill and her legs were like jelly, plus Paul had the car keys and the money in his pack. She would need to hitch-hike a ride, and she wasn't keen on that idea.
“Okay;” muttered Trisha in depressive tone as she began to march her legs.
It took five minutes to catch up with Paul. She had only been able to catch up with him because there was a huge log barricading the way. Trisha glared at the huge log, that was big, thick, and annoying.
“Great!” she steamed as she waved her arm and shook her head. “What's this then?” she asked.
“A storm must have taken it down;” told Paul as he marched to the left, and then to the right. “Okay the sides are blocked, we'll just have to jump over it;” he said. “Hurry! Get down on your knees so I can jump off your back!” he ushered.
“I am not a trampoline!” gasped Trisha. “You get down!” she warred.
“But I have to pull you up!” told Paul as he smiled a challenging smile her way.
Trisha steamed as she saw the grin, it itched her nerves. She looked to the right and walked up to what seemed like loose litter. She wiped at it and saw a burrow! She felt relief, and she climbed through it in a hurry. Paul shouted as though she had tried to gun down his masculinity, and he chased. Trisha was gone in no time, and Paul had followed in a hurry.
“You scam!” he cried out as he saw Trisha's legs on the other side. “How dare you!” he muttered as he climbed up.
Paul walked up to Trisha and slapped her hard on the back. Trisha closed her eyes as he did. She couldn't stand him at the moment. She had scraped her knee scrambling under the log, and it stung. Plus there were flies bothering the wound and vomiting on her blood!
“Let's go;” she muttered quietly before she began to walk.
“Well don't lead now!” argued Paul as he caught up. “Some of us are following a map and a compass!” he said as he hung the compass in front of Trisha's hot face.
Trisha felt as though she were seeing underwear. She wanted to growl. However she stepped back. Paul smiled and marched, she reluctantly followed.
It took hours, and still no sight of a cabin could be found. Trisha sighed as she felt her heartbeat race. They had not prepared for a night outside. They were supposed to be at the cabin. They had no rugs, and no tents. They had nothing but a couple of sandwiches, chips, and drink.
“This is no good!” sighed Trisha as she let some sweat dribble off her arm. “We have to be there;” she argued.
“By nightfall;” promised Paul as he closed his eyes. “A little further;” he muttered.
“This is unbearable!” complained Trisha on the verge of tears. “You led us to nowhere! We're lost!” she cried out loud.
“Soon we will be there;” told Paul as he began to grow tense as the forest showed a fresh pair of eyes that glowed in the dark. “Soon;” he said.
Trisha followed Paul. She complained all the way. Trisha sighed, complained, and sighed some more. She told of anguish, hunger, and soreness. Paul ignored her, and he continued to walk. He walked with rage over his eyes, and sooner or later he forgot about his compass and walked blindly. He couldn't see the map to read it, and so he followed his nose. They were heading down, down, further down. It were as though the down had no end. Paul became fumigated. He growled in his chest, and clenched his jaw fast. Trisha panted as she found it hard to keep up with his steaming strides. She almost began to fall behind, however she held onto Pauls shirt so that she might be able to pull him back. Paul led Trisha further as his body became a muscle, and he grew wild as he saw nothing but blank, and felt nothing but brush. He steamed faster, at a heavier charge then ever before! His eyes saw red as his walk turned concrete, and he led Trisha through a maze as he steamed on his aggression. Then just before he was about to suggest they head back, he took a step that felt like air. Paul gasped for a second, and then he fell! Trisha followed as she slipped, her nails clutching hard onto Paul’s shirt! They fell together, down and down, into a crevice that was large and dark. There was no end. It were as though they had both fallen into hell!
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