The cabin in High Wood

Chapter 7

Fran stumbled into her room with Trish, the two of them supporting each other.

"Who collapses on the bed first?" She asked, acutely aware the other person was going to have a hard time crossing the room.

"Well?" She asked again to no reply.

Fran let go of Trish and she collapsed onto the bed, asleep before her head hit the pillow. Fran frowned, though it was wasted on her drunk friend.

"Well I'm not sleeping in your bed" she pouted, rolling Trish over and lying beside her friend. After a moment Fran giggled, what would the others say if they saw the two of them in bed she thought, noticing Trish's boobs hanging out of her bathing suit.

"You really are a state" she commented, pushing them back inside.

As Fran rolled over, Trish rolled over draping an arm over her and squeezing her tightly.

"I love you, you little hussy you" she drawled, nuzzling into her back.

"I know babe, I know," Fran told her, squeezing her hand gently.

She then spent the next few hours under the mischievous hands of Trish, she was such a lesbian when drunk, though Fran rather enjoyed it... and besides, it's not like she was any better when the roles were reversed. Eventually, Trish fell asleep once more, lying on top of her and pinning her in place. Fran tried to lift her off but she seemed to weigh a ton.

"How can you be so skinny and weigh so much" she muttered, resigning herself to being trapped.

Fran heard a creak, hoping that someone had stumbled into their room by accident.

"Hey Rob, that you?" She asked, unable to see in the darkness.

"Look, this isn't what it looks like..." she started, then realised she couldn't care less what he thought.

"Just help me up Rob, her boobs are crushing me" she complained, wriggling about futilely.

Why wasn't he answering her, she could feel him nearby so...

She gasped in shock, feeling a sharp lance of pain from her throat. Before she could scream a hand covered her mouth. Tears streamed from her eyes as she was stabbed again and again.

'Oh god I'm going to die, and so is Trish.'

She regretted that Trish would never know how much she loved her, not like the string of men she had pretended to. Thought left her as she bled out over the bedding and an unconscious Trish.