The St Patrick Series Book #3: Twin Trouble

Chapter 13: Cabin

Daniella's POV
The strangest thing happened today.

Someone rang the doorbell and crazy Izzy ran away to hide. Mother opened it and it was a man asking for Isabella. He said he's a friend. Is this the one Bruce saw him kissing? I'm not sure. But I also stayed out of view.

Our mother told him she does not know anyone by that name. After he left, she reprimanded Izzy. That was a first. According to mother, he looked dangerous and we should stop playing around with dangerous men.

When I asked her she refused to tell me who he is. She just asked me if I plan to get back to Bruce or she should. I told him to stay away from him.

It's been an uneventful day in school. Anna has offered to drive me home everyday. We don't say much to each other. In a way, it's awkward. About six days in and we are quiet. She turned up the radio when she got the highway.

I want to ask her how Bruce is doing.

"How have you been?" I asked her.

"Better than you." Her Blue eyes flickered. "I was a total bitch to you. I'm sorry. I am overprotective of Brucey."

"I'm sorry for threatening you. How is he?"

"Sad most of the time. He was really into you."

I can't help but smile. At least we ate both miserable.

"Turn here-" she drove past the turning that we usually take when she's dropping me off. "Anna, you missed the turn."

"Oh. I am not taking you home."

"Where are we going then?"

I saw her smile just in time to also hear the roaring of a car engine. A black slick sport car overtook us to get Infront of us.  Anna started to slow down until she stopped behind it. She came around to my side and got the door for me.

She carried my back pack and put it in the back seat of the black car. She then opened the front door for me. The driver is not coming out of the car. The windows are pitch black. "I will hold the crutches. Steady yourself."

"Who is in the car?" I peeked and saw Bruce. He's looking straight ahead.

As soon as I settled into the car and Anna out the catches beside me, he took off like lightning. I can't help but steal glances of him. My eyes trailed down his arms to how tightly he's gripping the steering wheel. Everytime he reached down to change gears, my thighs burn to be touched but he retracts his hand back to the steering wheel.

"Bruce?"

"Daniella." He responded rather coldly.

"Where are we going?"

"To a cabin." He veered off the road into a dirt road. It's not rough but it's not as smooth. He followed the winding road into the woods. I can't see a cabin. He finally stopped when a cabin came to view. It's surrounded by tall trees.

He got out of the car first. He came around to my side and opened the door. I passed him my crutches and eased myself out using my one good leg. I took them back and slowly began making my way to the cabin.

I can hear him behind me, walking slowly. Steps are the worst. At home, the neighbors help me up. I stared at the four steps like it's a daunting task.

"Can you please-" he walked past me to open the door. He then swooped me off my feet into his arms. He carried me into the cozy space with s bed tucked in the corner just under the window. He placed me there.

I watched him busying himself with some shopping bags. We are likely going to be here all weekend. It's Friday night.

"Would you like to get comfortable?" He showed me a set of pajamas.