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Chapter 20

Hey everyone! back with a new chapter!

So, I uploaded this chapter this morning but now that I tried finding  the story in my app it seems like it wasn't uploaded, so I upload it again; just in case yo see two of them 🙈🙈

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The ‘camp site’, as Matt liked to call it, didn’t exist. Well, in his imagination I guessed it did. It was just a clearing in the middle of the woods, next to a small pond. That was all.

No service, no bathroom, no civilization, no nothing.

All we had was Matt’s car and his tent. Fabulous.

Once we had gotten here, Matt had shown me all his ‘equipment’ which consisted on: a tent, a lantern, water, bugs repellent, a long pillow, matches, a couple of blankets and food cans.

Food. Cans.

That was gross.

He didn’t think of bringing some pizzas or Doritos or chocolate, no. Food fricking cans. And three, nonetheless. If he hadn’t killed me already he was trying to starve me, then bury me in the woods. I was sure of it now.

So our first night camping was awkward, to say the least. Matt didn’t really speak to me, only to give me orders and to force me to help him build up the tent, even though I told him I had no idea of how to do it. No need to say, the tent fell apart three times before I gave up and left him to it. I went for a walk in the woods, trying this new bravery thing, but I couldn’t handle it for more than five minutes. Too creepy. When I was back Matt, of course, had already put up the tent and started a fire; only to show me how useless I was in the matter. That was fine, though. I could give him hell for the rest of the weekend.

We ate ‘dinner’ -aka the disgusting can- in silence by the fire. I had previously grabbed a hoodie from my bag, but I was still shivering from the freezing cold. Matt decided not to utter a word, so I stood up and left for the tent. I put on another hoodie, my gloves and my hat and got under the blankets.

Looking around, I had to give it to Matt. The tent was pretty good. I mean, it wasn’t the Hilton but it was spacious and we fitted perfectly, and there was even more room for our bags and the lantern. The long pillow was made for sharing it with someone else, and I cursed Matt for bringing it. I hardly wanted to share the tiny space with him, let alone the pillow. Thankfully, I had gotten here first, so I would get to use it more than him. If I fell asleep right now, he couldn’t take it away from my grip later on.

Determined, I set myself for sleeping and closed my eyes.

Seconds passed and the silence was making me nervous. I couldn’t sleep if I was this tense.

Huffing, I turned around and tried again. After checking that I just couldn’t, I started counting sheep. Nothing. Then tried to think of something beautiful that made me happy. Nope, not working.

I kicked and turned restlessly and I couldn’t find a comfortable position. I even got up and looked around, searching for something. Maybe Matt had brought a book or something, that surely would help. Right?

I looked around for a bit and no book, no iPad to watch a movie, my phone was dead so listening to music was out of the question.

Suddenly I heard footsteps coming to the tent. I held my breath, thinking that it could probably be a serial killer who’s found in the woods and is coming to slaughter us. Oh my God, what if Matt was in danger? Or worse, dead?