Trespassing | ongoing

Chapter 11. A Stormy Night

[a/n]: I was sick when I wrote this and am still recovering, so expect some grammatical errors, parts of the story going from present tense to past tense, and just random crap. Apologies; I'll edit once I'm feeling better :)

PS/ this is more of a sweet, filler chapter, but the action will come again soon :)

Chapter 11. A Stormy Night

Everett thankfully has supplies up in the attic which the ignorant trespassers didn't seem to notice. Even though the hunters pulled just about everything in the cabin apart, we still have a bed, some canned food, a few weapons, and one large blanket. All of that was stored in the attic, or in the bushes from where we were sleeping in the trees like monkeys.

"I'll take the cot; look at this as my way of 'proving my allegiance to you'." Everett suggests with a roll of the eyes as he throws the heavy blanket onto the mattress.

"Oh... yeah, thanks."

He nods, turns on his heel, and leaves the room. Shrugging the awkward tension off, I climb into the bed and lay my back against the comfortable mattress, curling up into the warm, heavy blanket. The storm is just starting outside, but luckily no thunder has--

CRACK.

I flinch under the blanket at the loud whip-like action of the thunder.

Spoke to soon, I suppose.

The cabin is freezing cold, and I have a blanket; no telling on how Everett must be feeling. He bolted the door back to its hinges again, so at least we don't have to suffer through the large gusts of winds of the night running through the house. However, we do have to suffer through the trickles of rain or few moments some extra wind pushes through the broken windows. I shiver under the heavy blanket, pulling it closer to me.

I wish I had my bear Frankie by my side right about now.

My main focus is to control my breathing, close my eyes and imagine I am somewhere tropical. Through a few trials of controlled breathing exercises, I somehow manage to fall asleep at the thought of sitting back at home by the fire with Frankie by my side.

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Drip... Drip...

My ears awake before my mind can, or even my eyes.

Soft footsteps creak in the distance as labored breathing follows, along with single drops of water hitting the wooden floorboards. The thunder has died down to a low rumble here and there, but is still audible. The footsteps grow closer towards me, and I finally muster up the courage to open my eyes and quickly sit up from the bed. However, instead of seeing a mass murderer with a chainsaw, my gaze meets Everett's.

His whole body is soaked, drops of water falling off of him. His skin pale, lips blue.

"Everett?!" I whisper in astonishment as he stumbles towards the bed.

"What happened to you?" I urgently quiz and he chatters his teeth.

He ignores my question and begins to undress out of his drenched clothes, his biceps revealing themselves when he reaches over his head and yanks his soaked T-shirt off. His torso doesn't have a six pack or even a four pack, it's just a simple, elegantly portrayed, skinny but muscular torso. He fumbles with his belt on his pants and begins to step out of his denim jeans, slipping out of his sopping shoes as well. After undressing himself, he is left only in his gray underwear.

"What--What are you doing?" I ask, bewildered.

"Clover... I'll die if I don't..." he murmurs between shivers as he dries himself up a bit by patting down with a hand towel from the bathroom.