Duke's wife needs to leave or die. I hate her so! Nathan must be so crushed.
Jordon was wrapped up in a towel and maybe three blankets. Her hair was plastered to her head and her clothes were clinging to her small body. Dylan sat next to her, also wrapped in towels and blankets, only he was still shivering. She didn't understand why they were on the beach in the freezing cold while they fished Caleb out of the ocean. She wrapped her arms around Dylan, who was refered to as the human heater, because that's what he was. She couldn't feel the cold but her fingers were slowly turning blue. Nathan Wuronos, Cheif of Police at Haven PD, pulled Caleb out of the ocean, and put him down next to Jordon and Dylan. Audrey Parker, the Cheif's partner, quickly wrapped the freezing boy in towels and blankets. "We need to get them back to the station before they freeze to death," Audrey told Nathan, assuming that the three couldn't hear them talking.
"Good idea, I think the girl's starting to develope hypothermia," Nathan whispered back. They helped the soaking wet kids up, taking them back to the blue truck parked up on the side of the street.
"Pppuuuuttt Ddddylllaan iin tthhe middddllle," Jordon studdered, not knowing how cold she really was until she spoke. "Ttrrruusssttt mmmmee." Nathan picked her up (which was a little awkward considering she was just as tall as him) and put her in the seat behind his. Audrey helped Dylan and Caleb climb in the other side, where both Jordon and Caleb clung to Dylan, trying to get as much body heat off of him as possible. The truck's doors slammed shut and Nathan cranked up the heat, making Caleb sigh a little.
"What happened back there?" Audrey asked Jordon, who seemed to be the only one who could talk.
Jordon tried to remember what had happened before her body went into shock from hitting the cold water from the cliff above. Everything was still a little fuzzy. "III dddoonnn'ttt rreeememmmbbber," she studdered out again. Audrey nodded then turned around, staring at the road. Jordon stared down at her fingers, which were slowly regaining their normal color. Dylan's head was currently laying in the crook of her neck, his breath ragged. Her eyes shut for a minute and she tried to remember what had happened earlier that day, before the storm started to set in. But all she could remember is having Nathan's arm wrapped around her waist and him pulling her to shore.
A few minutes later she heard the engine cut off and the driver's door slam shut. The door next to her opened up and she was lifted up. "III ccaann wwaallkk yyaa kknnooww," Jordon growled at Nathan. Truefully she didn't know if she could or not. She had been in the near freezing longer than Caleb and Dylan, and thanks to the fact she was already numb there was no knowing how bad her legs were. Nathan let her down, only to catch her a second later when her legs gave out under her.
"You were saying?" He asked her as he picked the girl up again.
"Aaassssbbbutttt," Jordon growled at him as they walked into the cop shop. Jordon found herself in a chair when Audrey helped Caleb and Dylan inside, and sat them down next to her. Nathan wrapped his jacket around her, taking the soaking wet blankets and towel from her. Jordon's hands were still shaking as she wrapped it closer to her, smelling the mix of random scents: Audrey's, Duke's, Jordon's, Caleb and Dylan's; a dog, pitbull, 3 months old, male; coffee, and others. "Ddooo yyyaa oowwnn aa ddog?"
"Pitbull puppy, about 3 months old, his name's Seether," Nathan told her.
"Gggooodd bbandd," Jordon said, one of their songs started to run through her head as she leaned it on Dylan's shoulder and shut her eyes.
Three hours later Dylan and Caleb had left, leaving only Jordon there, with Nathan. "You need a place to stay? Since your parentes aren't answering their phones," Nathan asked Jordon, who had gotten a change of clothes from Deaven when she had come in a few seconds. He was geeting ready to head home.
Jordon still had a slight studder when she spoke, "Ssure Chief."
"The Chief was my dad, call me Nathan," he told her as he helped her up. Jordon's legs didn't give out, thank Hades, as they walked out to his truck. "So when did you move here?"
"About three, four months ago," she said, looking out the window into the darkness. "From Illinois."
"Not many people move up here," he replied, trying to keep some form of conversation going.
Jordon shrugged, "I get sick during the summer when it gets too hot, and this seemed like a good place to live. Doesn't get too hot during the summer. Plus I love lobster, and when I swim things tend to attack me."
"So you get free lobster," Nathan laughed. "Now I see why you work for Duke." A smug grin pulled across her face as they pulled into a driveway.
The house was nice, two stories, white, wrap around porch. She hopped out, nearly slipping when she hit a patch of packed snow wrong. Jordon caught the door handle before she could land on her ass. "You really need to salt your driveway," Jordon suggested as she shut the door and carefully made her way to the house.
Nathan unlocked the door for her and she stepped inside, searching for a light switch. The light blinded her for a few moments as Nathan shut the door behind them. "Up the stairs three doors on your right is the guest room, feel free to use as many blankets as you need." Jordon nodded and found her way to the guest room, buring herself under a bunch of blankets, then falling asleep, still wearing Nathan's jacket.