Page 7 of Wrong Turn

THOSE BETTER NOT BE MY PANTIES

BRIDGET

Istand at the foot of my bed, looking down at my suitcase, trying to figure out what the hell I’m seeing. Am I losing my mind? Did someone come into my room, and mess with my stuff last night? At least half of my clothes are missing, including my favourite pair of shorts I was planning on wearing.

I walk out into the living room, wanting to see if anyone else is awake, but the house is quiet. There’s no faint smell of coffee lingering in the air, letting me know that even Amber, who is usually the first one up, is still asleep.

As I turn around, about to wake up the girls, I notice the front door is ajar. A pair of underwear, specifically a pair of my panties, are lying in the doorway, half inside, and half outside of the house.

What the actual fuck?

I race across the entryway, coming to a slamming halt with my hands braced against the front door frame.

My clothes…they’re scattered all over the front yard. Almost like someone scooped them up in a heap, and tossed them around without a care in the world.

I rush to collect them all before a wandering hillbilly gets any sick ideas, my mind running a mile a minute about what could’ve happened, but I can’t think straight and logically right now. I’m so fucking pissed.

My only clothes for this trip are damp from the morning air, covered in dirt, and likely going to be stained. I’m too hungover to be doing laundry, but I don’t seem to have a choice now.

Who would even do something like this?

After gathering all of my clothes, I march my ass back inside, and start yelling to wake everyone up.

7

WOODLAND CREATURES

FALLON

It’s too early in the damn morning for someone to be hollering like this. My head is freaking pounding. I didn't think I drank that much last night, but I’m feeling like it this morning. I also have a funky taste in my mouth that makes me go straight into the bathroom to brush my teeth. However, I don’t even get to wet my toothbrush before the sound of slamming doors, followed by more yelling, fills the cabin. I shut the water off, slip on some pants, and go to find out what the heck is happening.

Bridget, Summer, and Savannah are standing over a pile of clothes in a heated argument.

“What the hell is going on?” I groan.

Bridget turns her focus to me. “If you can figure it out, please, let me know, because I woke up this morning to the front door open, and most of my clothes all over the damn yard.”

Savannah speaks up, “And of fucking course, she jumps the gun. Accusing us of playing a trick on her. Bitch, I was in my bed, passed the fuck out before any of y'all. If it was me, I’d be the first one to admit it. I take pride in my pranks.”

With every syllable they say, I feel it pounding in my head. Rubbing my temples, I try to form a logical explanation as to what is going on, but I can’t. Letting out a groan, I grumble, “How about we just pause a minute and have an actual conversation, instead of yelling at each other. I have a feeling we might be able to get further.” Looking around, I realize one of us is missing. “And where’s Amber?” As soon as those words leave my mouth, the front door opens, and in walks Amber, singing a cheery good morning.

Summer turns to her and laughs. “Damn bitch, did you get laid last night? Usually you’re the last one to tell anyone good morning, and I’m a little scared of the fact you’re smiling before having a cup of coffee.”

“Actually Summer, I went for a morning hike. You’d be surprised how much being out in nature will wake you up better than caffeine. I tried to get you up, but I don’t think you heard me over your loud-mouthed snoring.”

Summer flips Amber the bird, and Amber laughs before replying, “Yes please, as long as you promise to pull my hair. I like it rough.”

“If y’all two are done… I’m trying to figure out which one of you guys messed with my stuff last night!” Bridget yells.

“Down bitch. What makes you think any of us would even touch your skanky stuff?” Amber snaps.

Clearly offended, Bridget whines, “Because…when I woke up this morning my clothes were thrown all over the front yard. It seems a little suspicious to me that you were the first one up, and didn’t notice my clothes.”

“Probably because your clothes weren’t in the front yard when I left this morning, weirdo. Not that I noticed, anyway. When I got up this morning, Lukas was already gone, and I left through the back door.”

We’re getting nowhere with this conversation. So, I attempt to be the voice of reason. “See…maybe when Amber left this morning, she accidentally left the front door open, and some animal came inside and grabbed your clothes.”

“Probably a raccoon, they like trash,” Summer whispers to Savannah, who can’t contain her outrageous laugh.

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