Title: A Right Turn
Spoilers: Wrong Turn
Rating: M - I've rated high (just to be safe) due to some brief mention of horror (from the film).
Disclaimer: I own nothing in connection with Wrong Turn. The characters named in the story belong to the creative writing team behind Wrong Turn. All rights belong to Summit Entertainment, Constantin Films and Twentieth Century Fox. Thank you to all involved for inspiring me to write this "sequel" of sorts. The song "I'll Be" is by Edwin McCain.
Summary: It's been two years since the camping trip that ended horribly. Two people survived and have since moved on, but could something be holding them back?
A/N: Please read and review, constructive criticism is appreciated.
She woke up to the sound of the waterfall and for a brief moment forgot the events of the last 24 hours. Chris' arm was around her waist holding her close, protecting her. It was then she saw him burst through the water and swing the axe at them.
"They're here!" she said with fear in her voice.
Chris awoke and put himself between the killer and Jessie. He didn't see anyone, but his heart was still trying to leap out of his chest. He quickly breathed a sigh of relief.
"No they're not. You were dreaming," he said.
They got up and came out from behind the waterfall and proceeded to find a road, any road that would get them out of there, but they were being watched. After a short while they came to a cliffside and below was a road. While they were trying to decide how they were going to get down with Chris' injured leg, the axe that only a few hours before had been used to kill Carly was in the tree trunk beside them. They'd been ambushed. Chris pulled the axe out of the trunk and tried to fight off their attackers, but Chris was tossed aside easily and Jessie was taken from behind by One Eye.
Her captors took Jessie to their cabin where she had earlier witnessed Francine's horrible mutilation. They tied her to the bed with wire and taunted her by sharpening their knives while they waited for Saw Tooth to return with Chris. One eye came over to her and touched her face and hair. For a moment she thought that maybe she could get him to release her, he was so childlike in his mannerisms. He put the knife to her throat and she waited for it to slice through her, to end her nightmare, but then he removed it. Just then a horrible thought came to mind, why wasn't she dead yet? Did they have something in else mind for her? She started to scream for Chris to come save her, but he did not come. Where was he?
Jessie started to scream in her sleep and sat up quickly. Chris immediately woke up, sat up beside her and wrapped his arms around her.
"Sshh Jessie, it's okay. It was just a nightmare, you're safe," he said gently while he rubbed her back to calm her.
She began to calm down and become aware of her surroundings. She opened her eyes and looked around. She saw that she was in their bedroom, not in that cabin. She also knew that Chris did come back for her that day and that he was holding her now in his arms. She looked at Chris and started to wipe her cheeks from the tears that had begun to fall. He took her hand off her face and placed it over his heart and gently kissed her on the cheek.
"You okay now?" he asked her a moment later once she had calmed her breathing.
"I will be… one day I hope"
Chris leaned over and turned on the bedside lamp. The low light illuminated the room and caused both of them to blink momentarily.
"Jessie honey, you shouldn't expect that you will be fine just like that. Evan, Francine, Scott and Carly were your friends and they died horribly. I didn't get to know them very well, but I haven't forgotten and each day I still miss them."
"But Chris, it's been two years and I still feel like it was last week," she started to cry again. "Look at me, I'm a mess."
"You are not a mess, you're beautiful. I know it's been a while, but would you like to talk to someone about it, about how you are feeling?"
"I do have some one, I have you," she replied not crying any longer.
"I mean some one outside of the situation. Perhaps Dave at the hospital, his door is always open."
"Alright," she said, "make an appointment."
Chris looked at Jessie, she looked annoyed. He knew he had hit a nerve, she didn't want to see a shrink, but he hoped that by suggesting she speak to Dave she would be more comfortable, he was after all a friend. Jessie could tell what he was thinking so she took his hands into her own and looked him in the eyes.
"I know you only want what is best for me, but tell me. Have you spoken with anyone besides me about it? Have you dealt with your memories yet?" she knew she had him there.
"Not in so many words, but it's you I worry about."
"If you promise that we will do this together, then I'll do it. After all, what kind of marriage do you expect us to have if we can't face things together?"
"Good point, you've got a deal. Now should we go back to sleep for a while? I don't have to be up for another 4 hours."
"Lets," is all she had to say.
Chris lay down and held his arms open for Jessie. She reached over him to turn out the light and then lay down beside him with her head on his shoulder and her hand on his bare chest. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her forehead.
"Good night," he said stroking her hair gently.
"Good night," she replied.