Trespassing | ongoing

Chapter 15. A Possible Forever

WARNING: mild language - again, only like one word but still.

[a/n]: this chapter is pretty chill I think but the next two will be... well, let's just say you won't want to miss out ;) btw idk how I feel about this ending but tell me what you think?

Chapter 15. A Possible Forever

The night is dreadful, kind of like how my day was. Rain is falling roughly to the earth, pounding against the windows and the tin roof. The sound is difficult to block out, even with a pillow covering your ears. Then it happens; a crack of thunder strikes and my heart plummets. Something builds within me then, a sort of... angry passion, mixed with depression. Almost like a panic attack. My heart wildly thumps against my rib cage and it grows impossible to keep a steady breathing pace.

I throw my blankets off my freezing figure and jump out of bed. I pant heavily as I yank on my boots and storm outside, not bothering to shut the door behind me. As I run out into the storm, my luck fades and I trip over my own feet, falling to the ground. The muddy, slushy, horrid ground. The snow from earlier has turned to slush, and the dirt has turned to mud.

"I hate you! I hate you! I HATE YOU!" I scream, pounding my fists to the ground, head planted to the ground.

They shouldn't have died. I hate myself for letting them die, I do.

"What did I do wrong?!" I shriek, rising up to my knees and letting the tears fall.

"You think I'm afraid? You think I'm afraid of a storm?" I cry out, scooping up a pile of slush and mud and throwing it with a mighty force in my arm.

A lump grows in my throat, my eyes welling up with tears and my stomach dropping to my feet.

"Please... Please come back to me." I sob, lowering my head, slumping my shoulders in defeat.

A hand touches my shoulder and I flinch away, turning my attention to Everett behind me in his boxers and a T-shirt. He must be freezing, to say the least.

He doesn't say anything, just nods silently as my cries subside. He helps me up and brings me back inside the cabin, the both of us refraining from saying a word. Everett leaves me standing by the door alone for a second to retrieve something from the closet, or... guest room. He comes back with a blanket and drapes it around me.

I don't deserve this.

"Everett, stop. I can't... I can't keep taking everything from you. I can't keep letting you give. It isn't fair... I don't deserve your hospitality. I can't give anything back, so please... just stop." I pull the blanket off of me and hand it over to him, tear tracks stained upon my cheeks.

I must look pathetic right about now.

He doesn't deserve this; a stupid girl who he is now forced to help because she has no family.

"It's just a blanket, Clover. Take it."

"No, no, I... you've saved my life, given me food, provided me safety, put a roof over my head. I can't repay you, except if I leave. Which I will. I'll find a way up the mountain on my own, first thing in the morning. I swear by it." I whisper and Everett rolls his eyes, opening his mouth to protest.

"Let me do this."

"You'll get yourself killed."

"Then so be it..."

"Don't say that."

I scoff. "Why not? Why not, Everett? What reason do I have to keep on going, huh? My family is dead, it doesn't look like I will be getting up the freaking mountain soon, I have no money for college--"