Trapped

Chapter 12

The next day it feels slightly warmer. I wake up to Kian cooking some eggs in a fire and Devon is missing.

"Where's Devon?" I wipe my eyes free from the morning crust. I fix my hair and my shirt. I see my jeans hanging on a tree covered in snow.  I look down, I'm wearing an oversized shirt.

"He's out cleaning up. There's a small stream nearby. He should be back soon." He continues cooking. I get up and slip my shoes back on as I walk over to get my pants. I shake off the snow, as I walk over by the fire and place them over the open flame. "What are you doing?" Kian tries to stop me but I don't let him. "My pants are wet, and it's not like I have a blow-dryer." I hang them and sit back down, I cross my legs and put my arms in my shirt to keep me warm. 

"You're up." I hear Devon coming from behind, she shuffles his feet as he lies his soaking shirt next to my pants over the fire. "What the hell dude? You guys are messing with our eggs." Kian calls as Devon sits next to me.

He's shirtless, how can anyone be shirtless in this kind of weather?! "You're shirtless." I tell him. He looks down and his eyes meet mine again. "Your point?" he raises an eyebrow at my statement. "How can you be shirtless? It's winter." I frown in frustration to why he doesn't understand that he could get sick. "My shirt was dirty and I had to wash it okay?" Devon replies. Kian scoffs an rolls his eyes, "Jackass." he mutters under his breath. "Excuse me?" Devon raises his eyebrow again. "Were to talking to me?" He gets up and starts towards Kian. "Nah man, I was talking to the fire." he rolls his eyes again. "You guys, really? We don't have time for this." I say as I try to release the tension. "No, I need him to tell me to my face." Devon says, only meters away from where Kian is sitting. Kian removes the eggs from the fire and sets them aside as he also gets up. "You're so in love with her. Don't try to impress her with your body, it doesn't work for anyone." Kian closes the gap between he and Devon. "You don't know her like I do." Devon retorts under his breath, only for Kian to hear. Kian says something that I can't hear and Devon's face turns beet red in anger. He shoves Kian back and Kian tries to look for his feet for balance. He steps on the pan the eggs were in and his foots turns red as his foot begins to burn. "HOLY MOTHER FUCKER!" Kian jumps off the pan and grabs his foot blowing on it as he hops around. He releases his foot but doesn't put it on the ground, he mumbles more swear words as I run over. "Oh my God!" I push Devon away as I run over to Kian, I grab Devon's shirt and wrap it around his foot. His icy blue eyes bore into mine in gratefulness as I finish.

"Why are you helping him?! Oh wait! Never mind, of course you'd help him, just as easily as you spread your legs for him." Devon screams in anger and my head shoots up. "WHAT?!" I jump away from Kian as if I had gotten burned too, "IS THAT WHAT YOU SAID TO HIM?!" my voice shakes as yell.

I am enraged, who says that?! Do all boys do that? "Yeah, that's exactly what he said." Devon sounds a bit calmer, but not entirely. "HOW DARE YOU! YOU SON OF A BITCH!" MY mind feels light-headed and my heart is beating fast. I feel as if I am about to fall but I catch myself. I grab a blanket and wrap it around myself. "It's obvious you two can't handle each other. So why don't you both just keep your mouth shut so we can all find our way to town." I say calmly. I turn towards Kian, "I'd never spread my legs to anyone I don't know well first." I say softly.

I turn and walk back to the fire, without making eye contact I mumble towards Devon, "You would know.". Devon comes over to comfort me. He tries to hug me, rub my back, but I sit there staring at the fire. I don't acknowledge his presence. He sits here with me. Nothing is said, he's just sitting. Hugging me. Kian winces as he gets up. He walks over to her backpack and pulls out a first aid kit. The pack is navy blue and the words are a dirty white, The edges are ripped and dirty and the zipper barely functions. Kian struggles to open the pack and pulls out a white badage. After bandaging his foot, his limps toward us and sticks his hand out to Devon, "We both want to ensure her protection. The least we can do is get along.". Devon looks at his hand, looking back at me he scoffs softly and slowly shakes Kian's hand, "Fine.". A soft smile plays on my lips as I continue to look at the fire ahead of me.