Chapter 10
"Jen. Jen. Come on, wake up."
Amelia stirred awake. Jake's crystal blue eyes stared into her's. He was dripping wet. She soon realized she was completely soaked too. "We need to get a move on."
Amelia mumbled incoherently as Jake pulled her up. "Come on," he urged. She wouldn't be able to clearly retell how she made it that way, running once more through housework until they found a cabin that seemed far away from all the fighting.
Jake took off his jacket and made his way towards a chair. He took it apart with force and threw it on the ground. He walked back and forth trying to figure things out, grabbing this and that. Amelia watched half delirious. The adrenaline was wearing out. Her foot seemed as if it was broken once again and she was freezing. Jake eventually worked out a fire and it began to grow.
It covered the cabin walls with an orange hue and the smell of wood surrounded them both. Jake took of his gloves and warmed his hands. He then stood up and moved about once more with purpose. Amelia only shivered, thoughtless. She was going to die. She tried to focus but everything seemed out of proportion, as if she was very far away. It was hard to put her wits about. She realized her uselessness, her vulnerability, if it wasn't for this man she would be dead. Not as quick as she thought herself to be. She didn't know what hurt more, the knowledge of that sad fact or her aching body, her body which tried to keep her alive.
"Take your clothes off. You'll freeze to death with them on." Jake spoke up as he was already stripping himself.
"No, aarr-ee yyoouu nuttts? Wee'll frrreeezee," Amelia complained, but she gave up. She knew better. Hypothermia was a bigger problem now.
Amelia made towards the zipper of her jacket. Jake eyed her only out of the corner of his eyes to make sure she was following his advise. He pulled a dry blanket on him and walked towards the fire. He stood there, waiting.
Amelia cursed underneath her breath. She took of her jacket, gloves, scarf, everything soaked, but hesitated after that.
"Hurry, you'll definitely get sick that way."
Amelia felt anger boiling inside her.
"Don't worry I've seen prettier ladies. You don't arouse any curiousity in me."
Amelia scoffed despite her teeth clattering. She pulled away at her jeans, revealing her legs. She pulled up her sweater and shirt and eventually she was nude. She flinched when she saw underneath her breast, one of her ribs ached, probably a broken rib cage. In the orange light it was hard to make anything out, but she knew where each scar was and with the low light she remembered and she found herself folding up in the corner. The scars from a past time surrounded her, scars like strokes with a paint brush covered her torso. I'm sure you've seen prettier ladies than me she thought. "Do you have another one of those?"
Jake turned to his side. He kept his gaze on the floor and extended an arm with a folded blanket he had kept near the fire. Amelia walked up behind him and took it. It was warm. Jake returned his gaze to the fire and Amelia wrapped it around herself. She took her place near the fire and took a seat. Jake shifted and then sat down as well. He didn't turn to her nor make anymore conversation. Eventually Amelia stopped shivering and she found herself drowsy with sleep.
"Don't get too close to the fire. You might roll in during your sleep." Amelia scoffed, but found herself smiling at the end.
"I'm cold," she replied.
Jake stared at her. Amelia lifted her gaze to meet his. His eyes were quite striking. They were like ice, glinting despite the darkness, piercing straight through her, but she wasn't fazed by them. Though Amelia's eyes were dark and alluding they could hold her own. Maybe she wasn't as good as she thought she was, but she wasn't as weak as one might think a woman her age.
"Come here," he motioned an arm towards her. This opened up his blanket a bit and she could see his chest. She stared at him seriously. He wasn't playing games. They weren't mischevious or devious at all for that matter. He, too, was probably cold and tired just as she was. Amelia found herself crawling towards him. They were much too tired for anything. Even if they were lovers they would have done nothing. Jake pulled his blanket over her's. She felt his bare shoulder touch her's. He was tall and she found herself nestling herself in the crook of his neck. He was warm and she found herself dropping her guard down, before she knew it she lost consciousness and slipped into sleep in the arms of an enemy.
Author's Note:
Excuse the wait, but it was really Chapter 7 that was holding back all these other chapters !
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