My Vengeful-Ex

Chapter 52

Christina

Before I could comprehend anything, it began pouring. I took shelter under a tree but couldn't save myself from getting soaked from the heavy rain. I was stranded in the forest, and it felt like it was almost night, even though the sunset was an hour or two away.

I sat on the root of a tree that had grown out of the ground when I couldn't stand. The strong winds made me shiver because of my soaked clothes, and my body temperature dropped. I kept rubbing my hands together to warm myself, but to no avail. 

My limbs began to go numb, and I leaned against the trunk of the tree.  My teeth chattered from the cold, and my hands slowly turned blue. It got difficult for me to breathe, as if an advil was placed on my chest. I fought to breathe as my whole life began to play before my eyes. 

Dad was no more, and I had no idea where my Mom was. If I died, no one would even miss me. Uncle Edward and Aunt Anne might be sad for some time after my death, but they would get busy in their life again. Even though my cousins were always cordial with me, they didn't have much reason to miss me.

Then there was Logan. Would he even remember me after a few years? Indeed, he desired me, but it didn't mean he might miss me for long. He would be disappointed that we didn't go any further than what happened the day before. 

 Did I regret it? 

 Maybe yes. 

I always liked Logan more than a friend, but I was afraid to admit it, even to myself. After realizing he wasn't interested in me and the way he treated me for the last few years, I had buried my feelings so deep that I didn't even know that they existed. 

As I neared my end, I regretted not telling him I liked him more than a friend. He was my best friend, and I knew my feelings for him were wrong on many levels, but I couldn't help it. 

The pain that I felt when I saw him with Barbara during his senior year at school was something I could never forget. Barbara was everything a boy like Logan needed: intelligent, witty, confident, and with a promising future. They both were crowned the King and Queen at the prom, and I knew their relationship continued even after they went to college. 

I had no clue what happened between them, but I had a specific idea of the reason. Logan was never single after that. He had many relationships during his graduation and a few one-night stands. But nothing lasted for long. It was like he got tired of those girls. 

I laughed, realizing that it was still Logan that I was thinking about, even on the verge of dying. How pathetic could I be? Though he ghosted me for years, I still kept waiting for him. 

And when he returned and admitted that he wanted me, I wasn't sure what to do with the information. It wasn't fair of him to push me away repeatedly and expect me to forgive him with a single apology. 

I had no idea for how long I sat there against the tree thinking about Logan and me, but gradually, my body whole body went numb from the cold. I lost feeling my limbs, and my lips trembled from the cold. My eyelids got heavy, and before I realized I passed out on the ground in the woods. 

The next time I opened my eyes, I wasn't sure where I was. I stared at the unfamiliar ceiling, which I was sure I had never seen before. I tried moving, but my whole body ached.  

Where was I, and what happened to me? 

Memories rushed back of the events in the woods that led to me passing out. I got lost in the woods, alone, and passed out from cold. I sat up with a jerk, and the sheet covering me slipped lower to my waist, and I realized that I was naked beneath. 

What the hell? 

Where was I? 

The most important thing was, why was I naked? Had someone found me in the woods and brought me to their house? 

The mere thought made a shiver of fright travel down my spine. What did they do to me? Would I feel anything if they had assaulted me sexually? I would be sore between my legs if the person did anything, right? I was a virgin, after all, and it would hurt if they took my virginity. 

I could hear a storm raging outside as the heavy rain flashed and the strong winds howled.

I looked around to find the fire roaring in the fireplace near the bed cum couch I sat upon. The place appeared to be some cabin with a joint living room and kitchen. 

A clattering sound made my eyes snap to a man working in the kitchen with his back to me. He was naked apart from the boxers he was wearing. I gasped, which made him turn towards me. My eyes met a pair of deep brown eyes filled with concern. 

Logan!!!!!

What was he doing there? And what was the place he had brought me to? The thought that Logan had undressed me made me flush. I cursed myself for passing out because the idea of Logan watching me naked while I was unconscious was mortifying, even though he had seen me almost naked the other day when he had his face buried between my legs.

"Thank God you are awake," Logan strolled towards me while I watched him with my mouth agape. 

I didn't even realize my breasts were on display to him as the sheets got bunched around my waist. When I felt Logan's gaze fluttering between my breasts and face as he approached me, I pulled up the sheets to my chin. 

 "Where am I?" I asked, cowering back into the headboard, holding the sheets tightly around me. 

Logan didn't reply to me. Instead, he touched my forehead, "It's good you don't have a fever. The state I found you in, I was worried you might get pneumonia," Logan announced. 

"What is this place, Logan, and why am I naked?" My temper surfaced at his deliberate attempt to ignore my questions.  

He glared at me for a while, then hissed, "You should be grateful. I saved your life. You would have gotten pneumonia if you had stayed in those clothes for a few more minutes." 

 "I didn't ask you to save me," I snapped. 

 "I have no qualms tossing you out in the storm again if you insist," his tone was full of suppressed anger. 

I turned my face away from him, bastard. He always had a nasty temper, but I was never the one it was directed at. But I knew he could be mean if he wanted. He always had been caring and considerate towards me, and that was the reason his indifference hurt so much that I wasn't able to get over it, even after he told me the reason behind his actions. 

"I am sorry," he murmured apologetically, making me look at him. 

"I am sorry, too," I replied with regret. 

He had saved me from untimely death, and instead of being grateful to him, I began throwing tantrums.  

"Your clothes are still wet. You can wear this until then," Logan picked up his shirt from the back of the couch and passed it to me. 

I held his shirt in my hand, and a waft of his pine and cedarwood scent reached my nose. I brought it close to my face and stole a sniff as he turned around and strolled to the kitchen, where a pot was stewing. 

"You didn't tell me whose cabin is it?" I asked him as I slipped his shirt over my head. 

I glanced out of the window to find it was dark outside and was still raining heavily.  

"This is your father's cabin," Logan replied. 

It was Dad's cabin? 

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