Author's Note: Hey, everybody! I am so sorry I didn't get this out sooner. I've been busy with school and family. (I had to write a short story for TAG. It's called Resolution [amp2013] and I posted it on .)

Chapter 13 – Trapped (Part 1)

Sarah's Point of View

My eyes fluttered open, probing through the dark. I stretched my arms then ran my palms along the soft material around me. Pillows supported my head and neck. Where exactly was I? Did Seth take me here? Where did he go?

The muscles in my abdomen contracted as I attempted to sit up, but queasiness swept through me. I flattened against the cottony structure beneath me hoping to settle my stomach. Uneasiness stole my sense of balance, distorting my vision and making my head spin. Maybe if I just stayed still, the spell would pass.

Seth's Point of View

I had never been in a blizzard before. But from what I'd picked up by watching the National Geographic and Discovery Channels, we'd probably be stuck here a while…and I probably wouldn't get Sarah back to the hospital anytime soon.

Why hadn't I paid more attention? Carlisle said there would be a storm. Did I listen? No. I allowed my body to crumple against the cold wooden door. How could I be so stupid?

I should call Carlisle. It would be the responsible thing to do. Forcing myself to get vertical, I shuffled over to the kitchen table for my phone. I sighed as I dialed the number; he wasn't going to be a happy camper about my screw-up.

Ring. Well, if all else failed, I could always phase and dig us out. No, that wouldn't freak her out at all. Ring. On the other hand, we would both be trapped in here all alone… Ring. Okay pervert, get your mind out of the gutter. Voicemail.

"Hey, Carlisle. It's Seth. We're kind of, um, snowed in. I'm not sure what to do. So, I'm thinking we'll just wait it out… Talk to you later. 'Bye."

I set the cell phone back on the table. My eyes wandered to the kitchen, and my stomach growled in response. It wasn't a bad idea. Sarah was still asleep, so I'd make something to eat, and she could have some when she got up. Plus, my appetite was big enough to drive a truck through.

Pancakes sounded good. I made my way to the sink, reaching for the handle. It turned…and no water came. That's not a good sign. I returned the handle to its original position and tried the other one. Still no water. Taking a step back, I went completely still so I could listen. Sarah's breathing filtered through the rooms. My ears picked up on a metallic cracking sound beneath my feet. Oh, shit.

Author's Note: I apologize that this chapter is so short. I should update again later today or tomorrow. Sorry about the cliffy, but I update faster when I get reviews!