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ACCIDENTAL MOTORBOAT

AMBER

T he windows of the cabin rattle with the deafening roar of the wind, and rumble of thunder. The racket keeps my return to the house a secret from the two inside. However, as I stroll through the back door, taking stock of the area, maybe there’s only one occupant left. It better be Summer.

Silently, I move through the open concept area, following the blood trail down the hall. It turns into Fallon’s bedroom, and I watch from the doorway as Summer struggles to get Fallon’s dead weight onto the bed.

“I see you found a way to entertain yourself after all,” I jest. Summer loses her footing on the lumpy mattress, falling on top of Fallon.

They bounce on the springy surface, both flopping to the floor in a tangle of limbs.

I round the end of the bed, and damn near bust a gut laughing at Summer’s face planted between Fallon’s tits.

“Shit, you ass. Give me a fuckin’ heart attack, why don’t you?” she gasps.

“You look fucking hilarious.”

“Don’t offer to help me or anything,” Summer grumbles, getting herself to her feet again. Fallon lays in a contorted heap on the floor, arm bent at a very unnatural angle.

“Can’t we just leave her there? I’m sure I could convince Cy to do the heavy lifting?”

“I’m sure you could convince that man to swan dive off a bridge with that area between your legs.” She’s right. “But, if the plan is still on track, he’s busy with Savannah right now.”

“The plan is still on track,” I tell her. “I don’t know how long he’ll be gone for though, so we better get a move on.”

Together we get Fallon’s unconscious body onto the bed, tethering her limbs to the bed posts.

We look at each other over the near-corpse, knowing we are about to cross the finish line. A plan months in the making, finally coming to fruition. I jut my chin toward the door, and she nods, following me as I leave the bedroom.

“You made quite the mess, bestie.”

“You know how I get when there’s too much noise.”

Unfortunately, I do. She always told me she snaps like a rubber band after too much, but I didn’t believe it until I saw it. Until I pushed her too far, and she snapped on me.

“The storm should let up soon. Do you remember our meeting place?” Summer nods. Resolve coming over her face, firming her features. “Good, wait for me there. When Cyrus gets back, I’ll sneak away.”

“Are you sure you’ll be able to get away?”

“Cyrus won’t be able to resist a helpless virgin. We’ll have lots of time to set up before I send him your way.”

“Don’t get so preoccupied with his dick that you forget about me,” she half-jokes.

“Don’t you worry, I won’t do anything to mess up your little fantasy, dead girl.”

Summer flushes, rolling her eyes before disappearing out the back door, leaving me to wait for Cyrus.