Snowed In

Chapter 4

Isabella's POV,

I angrily sat on the bed refusing to cover back up in his blankets. I didn't know who he was or where I was. For all I know he could be a serial killer that was yet to be discovered. I could also be his next victim.  As I was thinking about how he would kill me, he came by the door and leaned against the frame,  while crossing his toned arms and glaring at me.

"Who are you?"I glanced up at him

"I'm Logan. You are?"

"I'm....Victoria."

"Ok Isabella. " he sighed walking away.

Wait. What? How did he know my name. I don't remember saying it and I know he did not go in my bags. Or did he?
Following him out, I crossed my arms and glared at his back.

"How do you know my name?"

"I checked your wallet. Don't worry. I didn't take anything and your chocolate is in the fridge with your coke."

"Who gave you permission to go-"

"In case you died I had to know your name. Now sit and eat." He barked at me.

I jumped at his tone and took the plate he offered me with his meat and some stir fried rice. I sat gingerly on the couch and started to eat. He sat down opposite me and started to eat silently. I looked at him through my eyes lashes. He had beautiful hair, and his eyes...they were a gorgeous shade of green. Only thing, he was definitely a looker but he sure as hell wasn't the friendliest.

"Done starring?"

"I wasn't starring.  I was observing. .......and thank you for saving my life."

"It's nothing the next person wouldn't do."he said bluntly and left to go back into the kitchen.

"Why are you so rude?" I asked following him.
I placed my plate in the sink and started to wash up both of our wares. He looked at me and disappeared into the bed room without answering me.
I sighed in defeat and guessed that he was not answering anymore tonight. Having no clue of who he actually was I had to be careful.  I couldn't leave because outside looked like hell. The snow was definitely high and more was falling.  I dried the dishes and put them back in the cupboard where I saw him took them out.
Making up my mind, to lay out some ground rules I walked into the bedroom.

Only thing, I found him this time with his short on. I gasped when I saw the marks and bruises that littered his back . He turns around and glares at me.

"Out."

Scrambling out the room I dashed to the sofa. He was really angry that I saw his back. Deep down I knew I wasn't supposed to see that but maybe it would help me understand the man that saved my life if I was going to be stuck here for the next few days. Usually these kind of strong storms lasted a week and some more. I hope to God it finishes early.

Glancing down at myself I realized I was still wearing his shirt. I headed to my bags which he left by the door and dug through my duffel. I found my night gown and proceeded to take off his shirt.  As I was slipping the night gown over my head I heard him clearing his throat behind me. I quickly yanked it down and spun around to meet his heated gaze.

" You can have the bed."he said slowly.

"I'll sleep on the chair. It's a great chair." I babbled wringing his shirt in my hands.

He looked at his shirt in my hands and held his hand out for it. I stepped forward and gave him it and headed to the bathroom not saying a word. I used the bathroom and washed my hands. When I looked in the mirror I almost cried. My hair was curled all over again because it had gotten wet and my face looked tired. I had a bit of flush on my cheeks from some of the warmth but you could tell I wasn't eating. I wasn't skinny, I just lost some of my weight that made me look chubbier.  Sighing I washed my face and brushed my teeth with an extra tooth brush I found in his cabinet.

Exiting the bathroom I found him in the same spot.
"If you hear me. Don't come in." He said cryptically and went in slamming the door.

I sighed once more and splayed out on his couch pulling the blanket over my legs. I couldn't fall asleep for a little while.Thoughts of back home and the horror kept evading my mind.I did the right thing in leaving. If I didn't leave home, I probably would be dead or worst. Janine offered me a stay at her family's cabin and I still hadn't reached. Hopefully she didn't freak out that she didn't hear me and sent a task force. That would be embarrassing. In the morning I will ask Logan for a phone, if he had one.