Events

Chaper six: Shelter

I wanted to cry. No scratch that, I wanted to cry kick and scream yell with all my might.  Life isn’t fair. I had done nothing to deserve this, I mean sure I wasn’t the perfect teenager. There’s no such thing as a perfect teenager! So what I “Forgot” to do the dishes or take the stupid trash out every while and again it happens. I did not deserve to be here, running through thick dense shrubbery with tears streaming down my face getting cut and bruised by sharp branches attacking my  skin. This wasn’t fair.

Hours have passed since The crazy man attacked us while we were trying to snatch the few supplies we needed to survive the next few days, And I have never been so terrified in my life. The way he roughly grasped at my waist..... I’ll never be able to forget any of it.

"We need to find somewhere to sleep."  Deans strong voice echoes off the tall tress that sway in time with the fierce wind. Numbly I nod. It was getting really cold. slowly I start gazing at our our passing surroundings looking for somewhere suitable to sleep the night. The bright moon shone down on our surroundings casting dark shadows across the rough terrain under our sore feet. 

"There's got to be somewhere Dean." I mumble. And as if heaven had answered our prayers a small cave appeared between the forestry. 

"Well hows that for luck?" Dean whispered. "Yeah its about the first we've had it."

A small laugh rises from my chest. Yup. I'm going mental. As it turns out the cave was small just big enough for both of us to lie down and sit up. Cozy. The only problem was it was easily spotted. And if MR Nutcase arrived god only knows what would happen, but wed for sure be exposed and trapped. Racking my brain for ideas I settled on using some shrubby to help disguise the entrance to the cave. 

"Look for branches dean. We need them to hide us just in case..." Wincing in understanding dean nods.

Roughly tugging at trees and branches my fingers soon became sore. "OW! Aw for all that is holly!" I Grumble clenching my jaw at the pain of yet another cut. Deans voice came warm and reassuring. "Look why don't you get things set out in the cave while I finish up here? " Smiling great fully I place a small kiss on deans lips before Scurrying back to the cave with the back pack tight in hand.  Crawling into the entrance I felt almost immediately warmer, sheltered from the roaring wind. Sitting on the surprisingly smooth clay floor I  face the back wall of the cave my back to the entrance.

 I steadying my breathing before unzipping the back pack and emptying its continence in separate piles. Medial, food and water. The smell of fresh bread sent my much anticipated stomach into numerous rounds of greedy growls. No. I mentally told myself. Wait for dean before you start eating. Deciding on keeping my attention off the food id start tending to my injury's. Closing my eyes I breath in deeply trying to suss out the most painful spot in my body. A dull pounding was echoing in my head from the impact of the car crash, my fingers were stinging madly from the branches and the  back of my left shoulder was burning. Wincing at how much pain I was in I decide on my shoulder. Cautiously I begin peeling of my blood drenched shirt from my body. Tears well in my eyes as the shirt rubs painfully against the raw cut on my shoulder. God, I hope it wasn't to bad of a wound. My eyes clenched together tightly as the shirt finally finds its way to the floor exposing the cut on my shoulder to the light breeze. My eye lids relax at the felling. The sound of a sharp intake of breath startles me from my small trance. Dean had entered the cave only to look up and see my bare back covered completely in cuts and bruises. 

"Isla your shoulder." His low whisper confirmed my suspicions of the state of the wound.

It was bad.

"Here let me help you." Crawling up to sit behind me dean grasps an antiseptic wipe form the stack to medical things we had required. A moment passes. "Dean?" I whisper. Why hadn't he started yet?  "This is going to hurt Isla. This is an Alcohol swab, it will be like tipping salt and lemon juice in all your cuts. Are you sure you wouldn't rather wash them with water?"

 "No. Dean we need that water for our self's to drink. I can't waist it on me like that. Please just do it." 

Aloud hiss formed at my lips as the wet cloth came into contact with my skin. It was excruciating. And that was only the little cuts. "I'm so sorry Isla." Dean whispered weakly.

"Its OK." I answered. It wasn't his fault. Tears escaped the corner of my eyes. The pain snapping what I had left of my emotional strength. My shoulder's sagged in defeat. "Stop please........ I can't.. I just cant."  The emotion raw in my voice. I didn't try to hide it, my pain was obvious to him. He could see straight through me.

"Isla.." slowly he bent down his breath washing over my sore skin. Oddly it relieved some of the pain. My breathing quickened as his lips came in contact with each bruise. As gentle as the petals of a rose his lips swept all over my back casing some of the dreaded pain to fade away, I felt my eye lids drooping. The weight of the day had finally become to much on my feeble injured body. I began to sway slightly. Deans strong hands grasped my shoulders reassuringly. "Its OK Isla relax. Sleep for now darling."

Dean gently draped a warm shirt over my shoulders. I didn't need to turn around to know he had given me his. He was sweet like that. Gently he guided me to lay on the smooth clay placing the back pack beneath my head to support my neck. Curling up behind me he pulled me into his strong arms. Fatigue over took my muscles as I felt them all give in at once resting from the exhausting day. Deans warm embrace sheltering me from the unwelcome cold and soon to be night mares. A small whisper echoed in my ear before I drifted.  "I love you." Then I welcomed the darkness of sleep.