John woke up to find himself in a strange bedroom. He was lying in a king size, four poster bed. There was a fireplace in the room. He was trying to figure out how he got buried underneath a fluffy down comforter. He went over the previous day's events in his mind. A werewolf, I was hunting a werewolf and it attacked me. I shot it and ran. John remembered finding a cabin in the woods. A woman named Molly lives here.
"Ugh," grunted John as he started to sit up. A wave of pain flashed across his chest and he nearly laid back down again, but he forced himself to sit up all the way. John's head felt groggy like he had drunk a six pack the night before, but he knew he hadn't.
Molly walked into the room carried a tray laden with eggs, bacon, toast and fresh fruit. She smiled when she saw John awake and sitting up.
"Good morning John," said Molly in a singsong voice.
"Morning Molly," asnwered John.
"John, I made you some breakfast," Molly put the tray of food in front of John. "I wasn't sure what you like. If you'd prefer sausage instead of bacon, I can make you some. Also if you want waffle or pancakes. Or how about french toast?"
"This is fine Molly, but if you don't mind, I really need to use your phone. I have to let someone know where I am." Caleb's gonna be pissed that I went alone thought John.
"Your wife," asked Molly as she glanced at his ring.
"No, my wife passed, but I have two boys. They're staying with a friend and they'll be really worried about me." Relief flooded Molly upon finding out there was no wife in the picture.
"John what were you doing out in the woods all by yourself?" Molly asked, changing the subject.
"I was hunting." My gun John suddenly remembered. What happened to my gun?
"Hunting, by yourself. You must be very brave to go hunting by yourself. Now you eat up before your breakfast gets cold," prodded Molly.
John noticed that once again Molly brushed aside his request to use the phone. He decided that once he finished eating he would get up and search for the phone himself.
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Leaving John to eat his breakfast, Molly went to retrieve some clothes of Jack's kept in the storage closet. She had been unable to bring herself to throw her husband's clothes out. Now she was glad she kept them. John was about the same size as Jack, so she was pretty sure the clothes would fit.
Afterwards she decided to check the front porch to see if there was any blood on it. When Molly stepped outside she saw the gun that John had dropped the day before. She hadn't noticed it when she first found the handsome man on her porch. Luckily there wasn't too much blood on the wood. She could clean that up later. Molly picked up the gun and headed back into the house. Stashing the gun in a drawer in her kitchen, she went to go check on John.
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John was trying to get out of bed, but was having a hard time. His chest felt like it was one fire, but John knew he needed to find a phone. It was then that he finally noticed he was only wearing his boxers. Great first my gun and now my clothes.
Molly came into the room carrying some clothes. She immediately rushed to John's side.
"John you have to be careful. You've opened some of your wounds." She pointed to the white bandages on John's chest, which were turning crimson red. "Now you sit back down and I'll change your bandages. Also, I've got some clothes you can wear."
John was silent while Molly changed his bandages, only hissing slightly when she removed the old bandages. He was beginning to wonder what was going on with her. She didn't seem fazed by a bloody man showing up on her doorstep. Most people would't be so calm about it.
"Okay good as new. Now I have some clean clothes for you. They were Jack's, but I think they'll fit you." Molly put a pair of jeans and a dark green flannel shirt on the end of the bed.
"Who's Jack?" asked John.
"He was my husband. His name was John, but everyone called him Jack. He passed away to years ago. This cabin was his favorite place in the whole world." Molly had a sad smile on her face.
"What happened?" asked John gently.
"Jack was killed in a car accident. He was only thirty-six. I thought we would grow old together, but I guess it was not meant to be." Molly brushed the tears out of her eyes. I can't let the new man in my life see me crying over the old one she thought.
"Any children?" He didn't think he heard anyone else there at the cabin, but asked anyways.
"No. I always wanted children, but it just never happened. I think I would have liked to have had boys." It must be hard raising on John raising his sons by himself.
"I have two boys. Sammy he's two and just a chubby little ball of energy. Dean, he's six. He's my right hand man. Molly they're really going to be worried about me, so if I could please use you phone?" asked John.
Molly knew she couldn't stall him on the phone issue forever. I just need a little more time she thought.
"John, I hate to tell you this, but the phone line's down. It has been for about three days. We had a bad storm here recently knocked out the phone lines. When you're this far out into the woods it takes awhile for the phone company to get around to you," lied Molly
"Well, how much longer do you think it will be down for?" asked John.
"I don't know anywhere from a couple of days more until a week." Molly let out a small sigh.
"What if something happens?" A week I can't wait a week thought John.
"I know, that's what I told Jack when he picked this place, but he wanted to have a vacation place that was practically cut off from the outside world. I warned him something could happen, but he wouldn't listen to me. I'd run into town, but the nearest one is two hours away and my Volvo's not been running right lately. I don't want to risk it breaking down on the way. You'd be stranded here alone." Molly was not planning on leaving John alone.
"You know Molly, I'm a mechanic. I could take a look at it and see if I could fix it myself. It's the least I could do to repay all your hospitality," offered John.
"Nonsense John, you don't need to repay anything, besides you're in no condition to work on my car. After a couple of days rest we'll see how you're feeling and if you're doing better, I'll let you take a look at my car. Okay?" Molly smiled warmly at John.
"Okay," replied John.
"Now why don't you tell me more about those boys of yours," prodded Molly.
"Well Dean's a forty year old trapped in a six year old's body. He's always fussing over his little brother and me. I don't know what I'd do with out him." John smiled as Dean's face popped into his mind.
"What's your other son like?" asked Molly.
"Sammy. He's just a little bundle of pure energy. Always on the go. Poor Dean, ever since Sammy learned to walk it seems like Dean does nothing, but chase after him. When Sam doesn't have his binky in his mouth, he really seems to enjoy saying no. Sometimes I think it's the only word he knows." John smiled wistfully as he though of his baby boy.
Just sitting up and talking for awhile left John feeling winded and he decided to take a nap. The more he rested the sooner he would start feeling better.
Molly headed out into the kitchen to start making lunch. She couldn't keep the smile off of her face. She had always wanted to have children with Jack, but had been unable to get pregnant. Now not only does Jack send a man her way, but he sends one with young motherless children.
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