Snowed In

Chapter 3

Isabella groaned and snuggled closer into the heat of the blankets. She had a weird dream that she was going to freeze by the side of the road, thank God that wasn't the case. Wait.....where was her car? And she was sleeping on the side of the road! Her eyes flew open and she quickly closed them when the light blinded her.
The aroma of meat hit her and the spices. Coffee also lingered in the air. All the aromas made her mouth water and her stomach rumbled.
Getting up slowly Isabella let her eyes adjust to the light. The bed she was sitting in was comfortable.  Her clothes were all over the room hanging...drying.

Isabella looked down and found herself in her lingerie set . She observed that she looked pale and was still feeling kind of shaky. Glancing around she saw her other jacket hanging on a chair. Isabella tip toed to her jacket and took out her knife.

"Hello." She called out.

Listening intently she heard no noises. Going to the chest of drawers she pulled out a shirt and on it was printed big and bold ARMY. She was rescued by an old man. Great. Sighing she pulled it over her head and was genuinely surprised it smelt great...instead of pissy and....old.

Sneaking out, she entered into the kitchen to follow the smell. The house wasn't really that big and you could clearly see no one was home. Going to the coffee maker there was a freshly brewed pot. Washing a cup she poured some and went to sit by the fire to warm up a bit more. Huddling into the sofa and pulling the blanket on the chair onto her body. When she was done she went back into the kitchen and opened the stove. The meat or whatever it was, was done. Glancing around and finding a kitchen Mitt she took the chicken out and turned off the stove. Slicing a small piece off she munched on it. It was really good. And it was soft.
Abruptly she stopped chewing and spit it out.  Here she was eating a stranger's food and didn't even know if it was poisoned.
As she was turning around. The door opened and she came face to face with a man that was definitely not an old man. And he had her bags.
Isabella screamed and launched her coffee cup at him and ran into the kitchen to get her switch blade. She heard mumbling and heavy footsteps coming towards her .

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" He growled at her. His curly hair fell on to his face and he swept it back angrily.

"Who the hell are you?"

"The person who should have left you on the side of the road to die."

" I-I didn't ask -"

"Look lady I don't care what you asked.  Get your ass back in the bed and warm up. You're too far from the fire and you're shivering again."

"Are you crazy?"

The man rolled his eyes and stomped up to her .

"Get your ass back in bed."

He walked past her shocked face and looked at his food, then looked back at her.

"Thanks." He grunted.

Isabella glared at his back and went into the bedroom once again, because be was right. She was cold.