drag my teeth across your chest to taste your beating heart
*
In which a group of counsellors are stuck at Hackett's Quarry Summer Camp for one more night that soon turns into a night of survival
(the quarry)
(aroace fem! oc)
(nick furcillo x fem! o...
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Chapter Nine: Hearts Unmasked
(Trouble In Paradise)
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Allison stomped through the woods, her mind a dark storm as her heart beat erratically inside her chest—still beating, even though she'd thought it had broken when Nick had kissed Emma back.
At the thought, her heart squeezed with hurt and betrayal and anger—anger at Nick, and anger at herself.
"It was just a game," Allison muttered, her hiking boots stomping across the ground, hands fisted against her sides. "It doesn't even matter. It was just a stupid dare. Just a stupid, middle school dare. It probably meant nothing. Besides, we're not even a couple, why should I care so much about a dare? He can kiss Emma—he can kiss anyone. It was just a dare!"
At that, Allison stopped, fists uncurling as the anger bled away and she whispered, "It was just a dare."
With the words slipped out of her mouth and anger and hurt—while stinging, but not as much—no longer clouding her thoughts, Allison looked around and groaned, not recognising any of the woods around here. That she had gotten herself lost.
"Great. This should be fun," she muttered, not enjoying having to try and retrace her steps back to the fire pit, and therefore get herself even more lost. That was, if she wanted to, if Nick was still there. Sure, it'd been just a game, and they were friends, but the kiss was branded in her mind, the betrayal and hurt of him kissing Emma still sharp and stinging within her. She didn't know if she could go back there if Nick was still there, to see his regret, hear his apology.
She didn't know if she wanted to.
Sighing, Allison turned and kept walking, stomping through the woods. Woods that were changed so much since night slipped over the world—the trees dark and looming, shadows thick between them as moonlight filtered down in slivers, allowing only enough for Allison to see by and not trip over her feet. The woods sighed and rustled with wind and the movements of nocturnal animals. The latter pricked at Allison, had her eye her surroundings warily and itch for her bow and arrows. For while the woods at night were as pretty as the woods in the day, there was an undeniable sense of danger at not knowing what was hiding in the shadows, creeping in the woods with her.
Watching her, as if weighing up whether she was prey or not.
Allison shivered, deciding to keep walking. She had to hit the cabins or the lodge at some point—the woods couldn't go on forever.
Right?
But as Allison walked through the woods, a voice whispered, as quiet as the wind, "They will pay for what they did to us."
Freezing, Allison whirled and called out, "Who's there?"
Nothing but the wind replied.
An unsettling feeling crawled over Allison's skin as she resumed walking, eyeing the woods even more warily, that feeling—like she was being watched—increasing.
