Page 5 of Wrong Turn

I reach over, patting her on the shoulder to let her know she’s welcome. None of us are big on showing any sort of emotion, and it works for us. It’s not fun letting someone in, then having them turn around and fuck with your head. Friends, significant others, and shit…even family.

I look over towards the house as the others walk out, unable to hold in a laugh at the sight before me. Each one of the girls has a margarita in their hand, with the exception of Savannah, who’s trying her best not to spill three as she walks over with a joint hanging from her mouth.I knew they brought those limes for more than just protection spells.

Savannah, Amber, and Summer are the closest thing to family I have right now. I’m not sure what I’d do if something ever happened to them.

We’re all laughing and telling our worst hookup stories when a vehicle pulls up. I’ve watched too many scary movies to not be on edge when Lukas steps out.

“Hey ladies! Sorry for barging in. I just wanted to check in and make sure y'all are settling in nicely.”

Savannah lets out a school girl giggle. “We are settling insooonicely,” she slurs. “Thank you.”

Bridget pipes up, “Since you drove here from who knows where, you might as well join us. I was just about to ask everyone if they wanted to play a game.”

Lukas’s eyebrows shoot up, clearly surprised we extended the offer for him to stay and hangout. “What kind of game?” he asks.

Bridget sits there pondering, because there’s no damn way she was about to ask us to play a game. If anything, she was about to ask us something off the wall like…what’s the biggest dick we’ve ever seen.

Taking her staring at me as a plea for help, I offer the first thing that comes to mind. “What aboutNever Have I Ever?” Everyone nods their heads in agreement.

Lukas grabs a lawn chair, dragging it between us in the hot tub and the fire pit. Directly across from him, Amber sits. She refused to get in the hot tub, and I wonder if she had some sixth sense that he’d come back. I watch her coldly assess him across the flames as I get ready to ask the first question.

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NEVER HAVE I EVER

FALLON

“Never have I ever been outside of the country.” I know I can get a couple of the girls out with this one. Casting my eyes around the circle, I’m proven right as I watch Bridget, Amber, and Lukas each put a finger down.

Lukas decides to go next. “Never have I ever slept with more than one guy in a day.”

Savannah puts a finger down, and attempts to explain herself. “That’s not even fair, of course you haven’t slept with a dude before, Lukas. No judgement if you have though. I’ve already told them the story, but for anyone who doesn’t know…I fucked this one guy who didn’t have the ability to get me off. So, I left his house, and went to some other dude’s house who could. Anyway… Never have I ever drank so much I puked in my neighbour’s front yard.”

Looking around the circle, I notice Summer puts a finger down. She turns to Savannah, glaring daggers. “Bitch. It was one time, and the Absinthe fairy made me do it. Correct me if I’mwrong, but I’m pretty sure y’all are asking questions that will single certain people out. Ask better fucking questions.”

“Well, if you think you can do any better, then be my guest. You best come up with a good one,” Savannah replies.

“And I will,” Summer snips. “Never have I ever…thought about killing someone.”

We all eye Amber as she puts down a finger. “What? Don’t act like y’all have never wanted to murder someone before. Not a single one of you can tell me life wouldn’t be a little more interesting if one of us was a serial killer,” she justifies.

I jump in, “If any of us are a serial killer, it’s going to be you, Amber. You watch enough documentaries, and listen to thatMorbidpodcast religiously. I’d be willing to bet you could get away with it, too.”

“What can I say… I like my serial killers.” Amber shrugs her shoulders, pounding the rest of her boozy tea.

Great.

Drunken Amber is about to start spoutingallthe fuckin' facts.

Lukas’s demeanour completely shifts, seemingly extremely interested in what Amber has to say now. Clearing his throat, he says, “Well…tell us who your favourite serial killer is then.”

Amber’s eyes light up like fourth of July fireworks, and Lukas has no idea what beast he has just awoken within our den mother.

“OH MY GOD, WHERE DO I EVEN START?” she squeals. “There’s the Butcher Baker from Alaska, Piggy Pickton from The Great White North, Ted Bundy, obviously. Paul and Karla were pretty fucked up. Don’t even get me started on Ivan Milat. If I had to pick one I could talk about for hours though, it would probably be Albert Fish, that dude shoved needles into his ass.” Lukas is visibly blown away, clearly not expecting her to unloadon him like that. Little does he know…that barely scratches the surface.

“Wow, you know your shit. I thought I was a true crime buff,” Lukas states.

“Please, no more,” Summer groans, hanging half out of the hot tub.

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