Chapter 2: Building Tension
Desperate Girl shifted uncomfortably in her seat, the pressure in her bladder increasingly unbearable. She closed her eyes tightly and exhaled a deep sigh, willing the bus to pull over to a gas station or convenience store.
"You okay?" The guy next to her spoke, briefly glancing up from his phone, eyes locking with hers.
"Yeah, fine. Just got a little cramped," she lied, forcing a tight smile. A dull ache pulsed through her lower stomach.
Mere minutes felt like an hour.
Just as she began to feel slightly hopeless, the bus driver called out a stop. A getaway to sanity. She watched as a few passengers gathered their bags, and then eagerly stood up, balancing herself as the bus braked abruptly.
"Hope you find what you're looking for!" said the bearded guy, smirking again, his eyes sparkling even in the dim light.
She frowned and half-scoffed, avoiding eye contact. "The bathroom.