Between avalanches and blizzards

❄️ Chapter 2 ❄️

Godly Hayes above ^^
(In the book, I imagine him as all muscle around 6,5 in height)

My back suffers from the impact of something banging against the wall. My breath clogs in my throat as Hayes tightens his hold around my fragile body, fickle.

Wincing as another bang resurfaces. "I'm going to die. I'm going to die. We are all going to die. But I'm so young! I haven't even visited the Bahamas or Rome. I'm going to-"

"Will you shut up?" Hayes implies, jaw extra tight. "You're not going to fucking die so shut the hell up."

"Could you please not curse."

"I can curse as much as I fucking want too"

"Okay."

A wave of impaling cold wind suddenly invades the closet, making me gasp in surprise. "What the fuck?" Hayes brings me impossibly closer to his body to accumulate some warmth and I feel my own hands bringing us closer as well. It's so cold.

"We have to get out of here." I say as another freezing wave makes contact. He nods before releasing one of his hands to open the closet. I snake my arms around his neck to not fall off as he jumps out of the closet.

I scream as I feel my body sink into cold fluff. Something sharp prickles my cheek causing slight pain. I close my eyes to not get any of whatever it is inside them, and allow Hayes to guide me out of this freezing hell.

Once we finally manage to make it across the soulless clammy room, my breath is going rapid, my heart feels like it's going to explode and lungs are desperately desiring to fill themselves with proper air.

I'm blind to what's happening, but my ears pick up screams. "My friend is still inside!" Frannie's voice echoes across the brick walls. I tighten my hold on Hughes neck and start sobbing hysterically as the nipping wetness continues.

"We're going to die!" My shoulders tremble with remand tears. Hayes stays silent, however his hands get lost in my hair -which self fell off of it's bun- he gently presses my face deeper into his neck to drown my cries.

"We are not going to fucking die." He starts to harshly kick the door, kicking and kicking. The amount of snow in the room keeps growing, trying to pull us down and burry us under. But Hayes is relentless, kicking like his life depends on it. It kind of does.

I hear a clack and the sound of more glass braking as the door falls off it's hinges, the chilly cream following as he takes long strides to exit the room.

I shake madly, relieved to be out of that godforsaken room yet also freezing. For a second all is silent, but in the speed of light yells start to vibrate around my damaged ears.

"Claire! Thank goodness you're ok!" Katie wails.

"Oh my holy potatoes! I thought you were dead!" Frannie blurts.

"Eep! She's alive!" Izabelle and Carol yell.

My entire body is frozen over from the coldness making it practically impossible to respond. I keep my eyes closed, body shaking from shock and obvious cold, hands securely wrapped around Hughes neck and legs laying loosely around his waist. His hands kept my body hoisted, like a baby.

"Hey babe are you okay?" Frannie attempts to push a string of hair behind my ear, but is stopped by Katie. "She's not stable." She starts. "She must be freezing."

I feel dozens of hands rap multiple blankets around mine and Hayes's bodies, guiding him to sit down and tempting to forcefully rip me out of his grip. But failing desperately when my hold on his neck and his hold on my waist tighten at the same time.