Little Red Riding Hood

Chapter 14

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Chapter 14

When I woke I was hot. I was actually hot. My body was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, but I had never felt so welcomed to it. I know I loved the cold but what had been was way too much to handle. I sat up pushing some of the blankets to the ground and keeping a couple around my body. The beautiful smell of pine and wild flowers consumed the room. I sucked in a lungful before peering around. There was a large wood fire, which was roaring in the corner, a vase of lavender sat on the mantle and a large mirror behind it.

I could see myself in the reflection. My hair was plastered my face, full of knots and looking greasy. I was pale but had some colour in my cheeks this time. My eyes still looked tired but I had to admit I felt a hundred times better.

When I looked over the couch I saw Logan sitting at the small wooden table. He was twirling a mug around in his hands, the steam rising and disappearing into the air. He seemed deep in thought, his face empty but his eyes narrowed and focused. I wondered what he was thinking about. He was dressed in thick pants, boots, a long shirt and a blanket draped over his shoulders. He looked more awake as well and I had to admit, more attractive. I turned and stood on my shaky, weak legs.

“Alice.”

I looked over my shoulder and smiled meekly at him. He looked about ready to jump out of his seat and catch me. I waved him away and slowly shuffled around the couch making sure not to drop the blanket seeing as I was naked underneath; which didn’t matter since Logan had seen me naked many times.

He kicked a chair out and I sat on it gratefully. Just that distance from the couch to the table hurt. I ignored the amazing soreness in my shoulder and focused on getting my mouth to move. “This is your place isn’t it?” He nodded his head. “Why do you live in the middle of the forest? I understand that it’s rather serene and quiet but…don’t you get lonely? Or frightened of the wolf and what other terrifying creatures live out there?”

He covered up his chuckle with a cough but it was pretty obvious that he was amused by my questions. “I’ve been exiled from my village. I had been with my sister and father. My sister died when she was twenty-five and my father died about…” he thought deeply for a few seconds, “I think six years ago, I don’t quite know.”

I suddenly felt like crying. Logan was living in the middle of nowhere all alone with his dead family on his conscience. “How old were you when your family died?” I didn’t want to ask how because maybe that was a little more personal.

“I was five when my sister died and fourteen when my father did.” There was an edge of anger when he mentioned his sister but I didn’t focus too greatly on it.

“So you’ve been living all alone for six years?” he nodded solemnly. “Why didn’t you just go back, they wouldn’t have recognised you?”

“I couldn’t,” he said sternly. Logan wasn’t angry but he was upset in a way. “I just couldn’t. I looked too alike to my father and my family. They would have known with just one glance.” There was silence for about five minutes until he suddenly broke the silence. “If you don’t mind there are clothes in my bedroom for you to wear; they were my sisters though. If you don’t want to wear them there are some pants and a long shirt for you.” I shook my head gratefully. I was a little nervous wearing dead girls clothes but he’s being generous and I should take it.