Trespassing | ongoing

Chapter 16. Restrained

[a/n]: i swear to God it is always the 16th chapter; always the 16th chapter that sucks. this happened in my two other books too. I dont know what it is but the 16th chapter is always the worst. Sorry in advance. Also, has this chapter escalated? let me know in the comments please.

Chapter 16. Restrained

What do I do with this information? I knew Everett and I must have had something if he was keeping me alive and it was obvious we had an unspoken kind of connection, but he kissed my cheek and directly told me he felt something for me.

Well, he didn't actually say that, but it was definitely implied.

With a distressed sigh, I cuddle deeper into the blankets. I decided to take a nap earlier this afternoon and I just awoke to find out it's seven in the evening. Obviously this news of Everett's feelings were enough to put me in a coma. Perhaps I'm over exaggerating, but it's quite possible. Everett didn't actually kiss me full on the lips simply because it's too soon. My parents just died, for crying out loud. The only thing is, what will happen between us now?

Who knows how awkward this is going to be.

A pitched squeak and a rough slide of something heavy alerts my senses. I sit up in bed and frown.

"Don't. Panic." I whisper to myself as I crawl out of bed.

My only source for a weapon being my own two fists. Approaching the door slowly, I peer through hesitantly and check if the coast is clear. Once finding that it is, I swiftly tip toe over to Everett's room, or small closet area, I should say. A part of me cringes at the fact that I basically kicked him out of his more luxurious bedroom and into a closet with a metal cot, as if he were a prisoner.

Just as I am about to knock, the door swings open and I throw my fist out immediately on instinct, or is it fear?

The man grunts and hunches over, his arms draped over his torso.

"For God's sake, Clover..."

"Oh, crap. I'm so sorry!" I whisper rather loudly.

Well, it couldn't possibly get more awkward than that.

He stands up straight and grabs his rifle that lay against the wall. Evidently he heard the noise too. Knowing its best if I stay quiet, I remain silent as he stalks around the cabin and places the butt of his gun to his shoulder to be at the ready for an attack. Nothing happens, nobody moves, nobody speaks. The silence is enough to make your ears hear nothing but the wind.

"Funny. I thought you wanted to see me."

Everett spins on his heel to the voice and before I get the chance to, a bag is thrown over my head. The struggling and groaning of Everett meet my ears as I try to bite the hand of my attacker through the straw bag. My hands are roughly yanked forward and abruptly bound together by my wrists.

"Clover! Hey, don't touch her! Don't touch--" Everett's protests are interrupted by his grunt of pain when they sucker punch him, I'm assuming.

My weight is thrown from side to side roughly until I am forcibly pushed outside into the snow. The broad idiot who captured me didn't have a hold on me, so I fell right into my face in the snow. I shriek; not because of the snow, but in hopes of attracting someone other than the people dead set on killing us.