Old Pine Lake

Chapter 9

------------Time: 9:00 A.M.---------------

So there wasn't very many options for me to choose from, which didn't surprise me. The only thing that I could come up with without his help was chopping wood. I mean, I guess it wasn't that bad, but not exactly the activity I was thinking for calming down my jitters. I was hoping something like yoga, or a trip to the highest mountain to find inner peace. Now that I actually think it, I sound ridiculous. Yoga? Trip to the highest mountain? Who am I? Gandhi?

Logan had said seven different activities, one for each day of the week. He usually does each of them on a certain day, he doesn't like having things be out of order. Monday is usually when he takes care of the garden and cleans around the cabin, Tuesday's he's usually taking a hike with Claire. Wednesday he works on a new project or finishes an old one, Thursday is a fishing day for him, Friday's are his free days, and Saturdays and Sunday's he usually does anything that needs to be done. I guess there really wasn't much of anything to do here but work, which I didn't mind.

Since today was a Sunday he said that whatever I wanted to do, I could do. I decided that I wanted a tour of everything, so that I was familiar with places. He agreed, which didn't surprise me. Usually I can understand people's emotions, and why they are acting the way they are, but I barely know anything about Logan, therefore how could I understand him?

The way he has to have a certain activity everyday, the way he has breakfast, lunch, and dinner perfectly scheduled. He basically has his whole day planned out before he brushes his teeth.

I am not this way, the only planning I have ever done in my life is the day to day planning of what to expect from my... fellow persons. The biggest thing I have ever planned was my trip to inner peace, which is currently en route.

I don't think I'll stay out here forever, but I definitely will not go back to that wretched place. I don't even know what to expect if I stay. I don't know what will happen either, but does anyone? (Hint: The Author doesn't)

I am currently upstairs in my room determining what I should bring, a full on parka or an insulated windbreaker. The second is probably best so I pull it off the hanger and slip it on. I jog down the stairs and stand at the bottom waiting for Logan, no doubt he heard me stampede down his wooden stairs, again carved to perfection.

He soon turns around the corner and lifts his eyebrows, "Ready?"

"Sure," I give a small smile before following him out the door.

As we walk out the door, he stops in his tracks suddenly, consequently making me run into him, which in turn makes him turn around too suddenly and bump my head with his elbow. I wince a little too hard.

"Oh I'm so sorry," he exclaims as he gently cradles my head with his hands. "I didn't mean to, does it hurt pretty bad?" He's referring to my wincing.

"It actually didn't hurt at all. I uh... Have a thick skull." Mostly because it's grown hard overtime.

"But you, winced. It looked like it hurt."

"Well that wasn't because it hurt." I take a deep breath to stop my shaking voice.

"What do you mean?" He sees my expression then says ,"Nevermind, didn't mean to pry. Okay, let me get Claire real quick, then we can continue on our tour."

He gently holds my shoulders and switches places with me. His touch makes my arms prickle, not in the way they did when Derek would touch me though. It was more of an excited chill, rather than a terrified shiver.