Consumed

“Might be my fault,” said Hayley. “Before we left he wanted… Well… You know… But we couldn’t. He always gets grumpy when I say no — as though I plan when to start my period just so I can deny him what he believes to be his right to sex.”

“You couldn’t just give him a quick hand-job?” asked Michael. “Use your mouth?”

Charlotte made a disapproving noise, from the back of her throat, as though the mere talk of hand-jobs and blow-jobs offended her. A disapproving noise which was, mostly, ignored by the rest of her friends.

“And get myself turned on in the process? Like that’s fair! He can wait. It’s not as though it’s normally for more than three or four days.”

“And there’s always the arse…” Michael chirped, wondering how far he could push Hayley. “Unless you’re one of these women who saves that for special occasions like Christmas and birthdays…”

“Joel was right,” said Hayley, “you’re a dick.” She opened her door and jumped out. The other girls didn’t wait around for Michael to start on them and also left the van.

“And now I’m sitting here all alone,” said Michael. He waited for a couple more seconds, “Yep… All alone… Fuck this.” He joined the rest of the group in the middle of the road.

Joel was in the middle of apologising, “I’m sorry… It’s been a long night and I’m just tired.”

Michael caught the tail end of the conversation as he closed the van door behind him and offered, “Want me to drive?”

Joel sighed, “Please can someone just shut him up? Please?”

Michael continued, “Come on, I’m sorry. I’m sorry. There, I said it. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for us to get lost. I didn’t mean for us to run out of petrol. It’s happened, we just need to stick together and deal with it. Like I said, we’ll be laughing about it in hours to come. We just need to stick together and plan what to do. There’s no point arguing about it.”

“He’s right,” said Charlotte — she hoped his apology and Joel’s previous apology would be the first steps to getting the rest of the group to calm down and get their holiday back on track. “This was supposed to be a fun weekend, let’s not ruin it.”

“So where do we go from here?” asked Joel.

“Are you sure the van ran out of fuel?” Michael asked.

“Yes, I’m sure,” replied Joel with a patronising tone in his voice.

“You say that but earlier you told me you had troubles starting the van… All that money to make it look good and yet nothing spent making it run as well as it could. Maybe something snapped under the hood?”

“You were having troubles with the van and you didn’t think to say anything?” Lara seized the opportunity to get involved.

“Yes, yes I was having troubles with the van. But I got it running again. And then we ran out of fuel. The orange light came on warning it was low ages ago… I’m telling you, we are running on empty.”

“As I said to the girls in the van, we have a choice. We can pitch up here and wait for someone to pass us by. It’s still early. This road could get busier later on. Or… Or we could pick a direction and head off to try and find a phone or someone who could help us. Finally we could just stand around here playing the blame game. Personally, I reckon we should pick a direction and start walking — for all we know there could be a petrol station just a little way over there behind the trees.”

“Or we could sit here and wait for someone to pass,” said Joel, “and Michael can go and see if he can find someone to help.”

“Whatever we decide,” Michael said, “we should stick together. What if I went off into the woods and I was attacked by a bear?”

“A bear? Seen many bears in England?” asked Lara.

Michael shrugged, “Doesn’t mean they aren’t out there. Could be really good at disguise.”

Charlotte blurted out, “Let’s take a vote.” Anything to stop another round of trying to get one up over each other in the argument stakes. “I say we go for a little walk and see what we can find. What about you?” she turned to Lara.

“We should wait. At least for a bit. As Dan said, it’s early at the moment. Could get busier here later on.”

“I’ll walk with you,” said Michael. In fairness, he didn’t need to answer. As soon as Charlotte had cast her vote — it was clear to the group which way Michael would go.

“Surprise,” muttered Dan. “Look… Why don’t you two walk to the tree line and see if you can see anything in the distance. If you can’t then come back and Hayley and I will walk through one of the other fields and see if we can spot anything, in the distance, which may be of use… But we won’t head off until you’re back. Otherwise we could all get lost or all end up calling people out. That way we get all directions covered and leave people at the van just on the off chance anyone drives on by. Sound like a plan?” They all nodded — much to Dan’s relief. “And don’t forget to keep checking your phone whilst you’re walking,” he told Charlotte and Michael, “just because there’s no signal here — it doesn’t mean there won’t be any a little further down there. Might save yourselves a walk.”