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On edge and exhausted after her ordeal Erica sat silently in Jordon's kitchen a steamy brew cupped in her hands and a warm hand stitched blanket wrapped around her shoulders Marks fiancé had been sympathetic enough to allow her to shower although it had done nothing to erase the filth she felt after the attack by the mercenary the foul man had beaten her harshly for the fun of it and had gone as far as threatening to ride her like a bull before he smashed her head against a redwood with such force the bark cracked and pealed away luckily Erica was confident he hadn't followed through on his threats as she sipped her brew she felt her hair and smiled as she prodded the loose plat that ran down the length of her back wincing slightly when she felt a swollen lump where her head met the tree
"How you feeling" a woman's voice asked her as she zoned out unable to forget the attack "I keep going back there to the attack" Erica confessed as Trish sat opposite her and poured two glasses of fruity cider "yeah I've been there it's not fun do you have anyone to stay with when we go into hiding Anvil might come looking for you here" Trish asked quietly Erica shook her head tears welling in her eyes "my parents are in a care home and I live alone" she wept Trish shook her head and put her head in her hands before taking a second to think "well in that case we're not going into hiding till Jordon and Robert come back with a tent and some fuel Soph will sleep till then Beth and Becky are at my place hiding our valuables so what do you say we get drunk" Trish asked popping off the lid on the bottle of cider
Erica smiled and pushed her brew aside "your not twenty one though are you" she asked remembering her conversation with Mark when they had been first introduced Trish grinned and looked at the bottle "noo but did you know in Britain the legal drinking age is 18" Trish joked Erica chuckled and picked up the glass Trish pushed toward her "well in that case bottoms up cause I guess we're brits for a couple of hours" Trish grinned as she and Erica began downing glass after glass
An hour and a half later
"I'm going back" Erica said after three bottles of whiskey and a bottle of fruity cider Trish looked at her bewildered confusion on her face "what are you talking about back where" Trish asked taking a mouthful of whiskey "Anvils camp I keep thinking that if they're willing to attack me the way they did what are they prepared to do to the apes" Trish's expression darkened unfortunately she knew all too well the lengths Anvil were willing to go to get what they wanted "you don't even want to know what they're capable of" Trish finished before finishing her third bottle of whiskey Erica looked at her sadly and Leaned back against the fridge "do you think that guy Jordon would drop me back at the woods if I asked him" Erica asked finishing her glass of cider
Trish shrugged "I'll drop you I have something I need to do anyway before we disappear for good" Erica chuckled at Trish's suggestion and looked at the bottles scattered around them although Trish's speech was not yet slurred it was evident that she had had too much to drive "are you sure your fine to drive I mean we've had a shit ton of alcohol I mean three bottles of 40% Whiskey and one bottle of 20% cider I'm surprised you haven't passed out drunk yet" Erica admired Trish nodded and stood up swaying a little at the fast movement "I'll meet you in the car" Trish said ignoring the other woman's concerns as she hurried upstairs to retrieve Sofia
Twenty minutes later
Erica started the car as Trish finally emerged from the back garden carrying a red tank and a blow torch as well as an old rag and two ski masks "what's all that for" Erica asked as Trish threw it in the boot and got behind the wheel "your about to find out" Trish said as they backed off the drive determination was written on Trish's face as she reached out for her daughters hand the three week old was sleeping soundly in a battered car seat "did you tell the others we were heading out" Erica asked not at all convinced Trish should be driving "left a note on the TV telling them I was dropping you off with your brother in law and a hint to put the news on" Trish explained as they started driving to a familiar location
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Our story pt2
ActionJoin Trish as she recounts the strange period of her life in which she takes on unimaginable responsibility loses beloved friends and is forced into unspeakable turmoil that pushes her to the very limit of her emotional endurance This book is the s...
