Trip Down To Hell
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Trisha looked around. All she saw was forest. She couldn't make sense from the right to the left, it was identical all around her. Trisha looked to Paul who seemed to steam on like an engine. It had been an hour since Trisha had told him she had wanted to go back home. He in returned stormed to ensure he would not break away from the romantic cabin holiday retreat he had planned to escape her to.
“This sucks!” steamed Trisha as she crossed her arms. “We should be there by now!” she warred.
“Just a few more metres!” told Paul who continued to march ahead.
“That's what you said an hour ago!” warred Trisha. “We were just supposed to go down a hill, and find the cabin in the middle of the trees!” she said.
“Well we're still going down the hill!” told Paul as he narrowed his eyes. “See I am almost beneath you now, so hurry up!” he shouted.
“I don't want to walk!” steamed Trisha as she felt depressed. “I want to lay in a bed and sleep!” she told.
“To do that you need to walk a little more, so hurry!” told Paul as he waved his arm.
Trisha saw the wave, and thought he looked like a handicap. He waved in a wild and reckless manner that made her want to escape from him. He looked like a person who could grow out of control. She shivered inside of her skin as she watched him. She hated him. Hated his face, his body, his tone. She didn't want to walk down any more, she wanted to walk up and back. However it was uphill and her legs were like jelly, plus Paul had the car keys and the money in his pack. She would need to hitch-hike a ride, and she wasn't keen on that idea.