The cabin in High Wood

Chapter 8

Trish woke up groggily, she was sure she'd molested Fran last night. As sensation returned to her she felt a sticky wetness on her face, had they finally... she opened her eyes slowly, acutely aware she was on top of Fran. Trish opened her eyes on a nightmare, Fran had been stabbed, her blood was everywhere and all Trish could do was cry.

"Fran, wake up... this isn't funny," she said, quivering as she shook her.

Tears streamed down her cheeks, splashing upon Fran's lifeless body. There was a loud bang as the door burst open, her friends bursting in. They stared in horror at the scene, it was only then she realised she was screaming, a harrowing sound that could never portray her loss. Her friend, her love that had gone unsaid for so long... had Fran ever known?

"Fuck, Trish who did this?" Tommy asked, trying to soothe her.

She couldn't speak, could barely even think, what would she do... did she kill Fran?

"Has anyone called the cops yet?" Jason said, breaking the silence after her screams had died.

"I'll call them, let me get my phone" Hannah replied quickly, running out into the hallway.

Trish heard Becky wretch as Rob held her arm.

"We should get you cleaned up, what do you say?" He asked, gently pulling her away from Fran.

"I... I can't leave her, what if she wakes up?" She said in a panic, resisting him.

"She's gone Trish, please, let's get you out of here" he pleaded, Trish's body betraying her and moving from Fran.

"There's no signal up here!" Hannah shouted, charging back into the room.

"What about the mainline?" Jason asked, rubbing his head nervously.

"There isn't one" she replied panicked, gripping the door frame tightly.

Tommy pushed Jason aside, looking back over to Rob and herself, his face seemed determined.

"I'll drive to the motel, there's bound to be someone there to help."

Trish missed the rest as Rob took her into the bathroom to clean her up.