My Vengeful-Ex

Chapter 51

Christina

Logan was nowhere to be found when I returned downstairs after fixing my disheveled state, and it was a relief for me. I had no idea how I would have faced him after I melted like a puddle at his touch. Logan must be thinking I was all bark and no bite. I had vowed to cut him off my life, and it only took him a kiss and a few flicks of his tongue and fingers to have me at his mercy.

It was good that my cousins were too wrapped up in their girlfriends to notice my disappearance. Julia informed me Jayden left the party with a friend, too battered to stay coherent. I felt sorry for Jayden, and my anger toward Logan returned with a new fervor.

I always suspected Logan had a dark side to him, but he always kept it hidden around me, but I got to witness it that day. I couldn't believe he beat Jayden to a pulp for his harmless flirting.

What kind of psycho was he? And what did it say about me that even after knowing what Logan did to Jayden, I still allowed him to fuck me with his fingers and tongue. I was no better than Logan. We both deserved each other.

I didn't spot Logan at the party again. It was like he vanished into thin air. Harold told me on our way to Clairings that Logan had to leave for something urgent.

When we arrived at Clairings, Uncle Edward and Aunt Anne were ready to leave. Something came up in London, and Uncle Edward had to go for a couple of days. They told me they would join us again after a day or two and to try and enjoy my time at Clairings while they were away.

Logan didn't return to Clairings that night. I was up late worried for him but avoided calling or texting, not wanting to give that bastard any satisfaction that I missed him. My emotions were a jumbled mess. My body longed to be with Logan, while my mind was wary of his lies and the change in his feelings for me.

Though I had a crush on him forever and always wanted to be with him, I couldn't forget how he gave me the cold shoulder after Mary's death. It wasn't easy for me to ignore his distant behavior of years in a few days. I needed time to process my feelings for Logan before I jumped into anything.

The following morning, I decided to hike in the woods, wanting to clear my head of the events of the last couple of days. Harold and Henry had plans for shopping with their girlfriends. They asked me to join them on the trip at breakfast, but I declined politely.

Debbie readied a backpack with all the things I would need for the hike, along with some lunch. I bid her goodbye and set out for the hike. Woods surrounded clearings. It was one of the few Dukedoms that preserved its flora and fauna. Dad was against making any major changes. He was against disturbing the habitat of the animals that lived in the woods.

It took me an hour of walking to reach my desired spot. A stream was in the woods, my go-to spot whenever I went hiking.

I spotted a few rabbits and even a few bucks on my way to the stream, following the GPS in my phone. When I reached it, I stripped out of my clothes and took a dip in it. The water was cold, and it felt refreshing after the long walk. After spending more than an hour in the water, I walked out and pulled out a towel from my backpack. 

Patting myself dry with the towel, I slipped back into my clothes and pulled out the lunch I had brought. By the time I was done eating, dark clouds surrounded the sky, and everything in the woods turned darker. Though it had been sunny in the morning and even half an hour ago, the weather changed entirely in a matter of an hour.  

I needed to hurry to be back in time at Clairings. Pulling out my cell, I opened Google Maps and headed towards the house. I might have been walking for half an hour when I lost the signal in my cell, to my horror.

What the fuck?  

I tried refreshing, but to no avail. My cell didn't show a single bar in the network icon. I halted in my tracks with no clue where to go. Though I went hiking many times in these woods, I always followed the GPS. Without it, I had no idea of the route back home. I tried restarting my cell in the hope it might catch some signals. But to my disappointment, a cross appeared on the signal bar. 

Dread crept over me, and I felt my heart race. I was alone in the woods, with no sense of direction. What if I got lost? Or worse, what if I come across some wild animal? As the sky darkened with each passing second, my panic kept increasing.  

My hands shook, and my throat went dry. I took a swig from my water bottle, but it didn't help. I could wait there for someone to find me, or I could try to find a way home. I wasn't sure which option to choose. Both looked equally distressing at the moment. 

You idiot. 

You fucking idiot, Christina. 

I cursed myself internally for not looking at the weather forecast for the day before I left.  Weather could be unpredictable in that part of England. It would change from sunny to cloudy within minutes.  

I prayed that it wouldn't rain, otherwise, I would be screwed. I kept pacing at the same spot for God knows how long, thinking of a way to return to Clairings unhurt, but I couldn't think of anything.

I couldn't wait there forever. I needed to decide whether to find my way home or wait for my phone to get network.
My cousins were away on the shopping trip, and Uncle Edward and Aunt Anne were in London. They wouldn't have any clue I was lost in the woods. The thought of staying in those woods after dusk made my stomach churn. 

Snakes and insects were in the woods, and I didn't even have a tent. I couldn't just sit there and wait for someone to rescue me. 

What if it rained? 

I began walking again in the direction I guessed led to the highway. I had no idea if I was walking farther into the woods or headed to the end.  More than an hour might have passed as I kept walking with no sign of any road or highway. 

Fear clawed my heart, and my eyes stung with tears. I didn't even realize when they rolled down my face. I kept walking and checking for any sign of signals in my cell. The sky darkened even more and swallowed all the light.  It was only three in the afternoon, but it appeared as if it was past sunset.  

Would someone look for me? Would they be able to find me on time? What if it began raining? There were landslides many times in that area when it rained heavily. What if I got buried alive under a landslide?  

My chest constricted as my mind came up with the different scenarios in which I could die. What if they looked for me but couldn't find me? What if no one comes for me? What if no one notices my absence until it's too late? 

My panic was at its worst when something happened that made my face lose all its color. I felt something wet on my arm, and when I looked up, a raindrop hit my face.  

It was the first time in my life when rain brought terror instead of joy to me. I loved the rain and playing in it, but right then, I felt terror. Was it my end? Would I die in the woods because no one could find me? 

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