Snowed In

Chapter 5

Isabella's POV,

After tossing and turning for most of the night I finally threw the blanket off of myself and started to the kitchen. All the lights were turned off. The little bit of moon light that shone through gave me enough to see. I was about to pass Logan's room I heard a thump. My heart jumped just a little.  Maybe it was a tree branch knocking the house. I started to walk and it happened again.

"He's going to kill me." I said opening his bedroom door.

I peeked first and saw him on the bed.  What I saw was different from what I had experienced with him today. There he was all cold and stoney faced all night and now he was swearing, twisting, turning and hitting the head board with his hand talking. He was having a nightmare.  He eventually started screaming about bombs and save the kids. Maybe it was what happened when he was in the army. I went out of his room and got a broom.  There was no way I was going near him. I knew how dangerous people could be in that state. My mother was a terror at night but in the day the sweetest thing. My mother was mentally ill. She'd wake up and do all sorts of things to kill us. I hadn't had a decent sleep since I was 14. That was when it became worst and my father refused to send her away for treatment.

Shaking those god awful thoughts from my head, I pushed open his door once more. He was still flinging himself around but this time he might hurt himself. His gun was on his bed side table and if I made and sudden movements he could easily snap thinking it was an intruder.  In this state, he doesn't remember I'm here.

I took the broom and knocked the gun off in the direction of the plush carpet so it wouldn't make any noise.

"Seems like everywhere I go I have to be the night nurse." I muttered.

I lifted the broom and poked him in his side. He flinched and cursed.

"I've been shot."he gasped.

I poked him again but this time he grabbed it. He tugged and I let the broom go. His eyes opened and he turned his head to look at me. He still wasn't himself. I could see that. His eyes were glazed over and no recognition of who I was registered on his face . I tried to back away and ended up closing the door on myself trapping me inside.

"Look, Logan-"

He moved so fast the only thing I could do was gasp. His hand wrapped around my throat roughly and started to squeeze violently.

"Who are you?"

I couldn't answer when he was hell bent on chocking me to death . Deciding I wanted to live another day I raised my leg and swung it between his legs.  He growled and pushed me to the floor while holding his jewels. I rushed up and did something I wanted to do since he was rude to me. I punched him.

He stumbled a bit and then he shook his head. He was returning to reality. Slowly. He looked at me again. Disbelief and anguish was written all over his face. He was feeling guilty for what he did.

"It's okay. I know how to deal with people like you." I said slowly.

"I told you stay out my fucking room."

"I couldn't sleep and I heard the noise. If I had gone to the kitchen directly making noise with your training I assume you'd sneak up behind me and kill me."

He buried his face in his hand and cursed.

"The side of the road was a better option. " he murmured.

I flinched at his words involuntarily.  He rather me die on my own terms than him to kill me and having to clean up the mess. Both options weren't great but here I had a choice on how to stay alive.

"I'll leave it that's how you feel. " I spun around ready to pack my dried clothes.

He didn't stop me. I put them in my bag and then went to the kitchen.  I flicked on the lights and went to his cupboard.  Banging everything as I went about making hot cocoa was a tell tale sign that I was upset. Throwing the tea on him would have been the cherry on top but he still saved my life and it wasn't his fault that he was haunted by the past. Maybe thats why he lived alone.  Looking at the clock it read 2:37 am. I barely slept and it was soon time to get up.  I did both cups and surprisingly found whip cream in his fridge . Maybe he was kinky too. Smiling at the thought I re entered his room and almost cried out. He was bare again.
I was now well aware how beautiful his body was.  Toned to perfection but not too bulky. I never dated men. I just used them.  And right now he looked usable but he would never be interested.  I caught him looking at me earlier and maybe it was a passing feeling of lust but he quickly got over it. I was clearly not in his league.

"What's this?" He asked eyeing the two cups.

"Drink. You're cold."

He looked at me for a moment then took it from my hand. He sat on the bed and starred at it for the longest of moments.

"Thanks."

I nodded and took it upon myself to sit next to him. We sipped our teas and sat in the companionable silence.  He had a mustache from the whip cream and I laughed. Pointing at the mirror at the foot of the bed he looked in it and scowled.  I smiled at his frustration and I used my finger to wipe it off. I licked it off my finger and giggled at his stoney face. He didn't even move. It's almost as if he was afraid I'll touch him again.

"Keep your hands to yourself. " he said in a strangled breath.

He was afraid of touch. Making up my mind I decided that I'd try to cure him of some of troubles.  Maybe by next week he could tolerate a touch.
No sooner after we had finished our cups the electricity cut out suddenly.

Bad memories resurfaced immediately and the only thing I could do was scream.