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If I'm missing any reviewers below, please inform me because sometimes I make mistakes and don't want to leave out a name! I promise this is a longer chapter than last one, which was actually my shortest one. The last one was short, but somehow, it just seemed to flow from me…this explains the vocabulary I hope you noticed.
I thought I would write that Amy was the one on the lake, but I decided to change things up and make Natalie be unconscious.
XxLuckystar57: You crack me up! LOL! Look in the chapter and you'll see. I put in an OC named Jack.
End of Chapter 13:
The mysterious hero ahead of Ian rushed towards the lake, bending down and reaching over to grab the person on the ice, who was seemingly out cold. He saw a flash of hair and ran towards it.
Finally, he reached. Both people were blurred by the snowfall, but he could make out their silhouettes.
Grabbing the hero, who had a hat on, Ian spun the person around. And gasped. Standing there was none other than Amy Cahill.
Shocked, he gave her a huge hug and let out a sigh of relief. She pushed him away, reaching over to try and turn the fallen person, who was on land now, face up. Ian saw a black hair through the snow and tears began to brim his eyes. He reached over and easily turned the light person face up.
Tears spilt over onto his already icy cheeks, freezing instantly because of the tepid temperature.
There, unconscious and with tears glistening frozen on her face, was none other than Natalie Kabra.
Chapter 14:
"Na-Natalie", Ian croaked. Amy just sat there, tears running down her cheeks. How did this happen? This was all her fault.
"This is all my fault", she sobbed, forgetting to be nervous because of her sadness.
Ian looked over and shook his head, not even trying to speak. It was his fault. he shouldn't have made Natalie feel so bad. Although she was wrong in writing the letter.
Instead of mentioning the letter, Ian looked at Natalie. Natalie, she had to be okay…right? She can't die. The last words he said to her were to denounce her as his sister. She would always be his sister though.
Amy reached over and hugged Ian, ignoring the tingle that went up her spine.
"I-I don't forgive you for what you did – but she's your sister…I don't think she'll be okay soon, if you know what I mean. She didn't fall into the water…but she sh-she probably has pneumonia.
Nodding hurriedly, Ian reached towards his sister, easily lifting her and standing up. Amy, in turn, grabbed the flashlight and half ran to guide Ian, who was taking deep strides to rush back to the house. Amy took out her cell phone, calling 911.
"H-hello…yes, I have an emergency, yes, Ian, what's the address?"
"Um, 77 Briar Ave at the lakeside". She repeated it into the phone, hurriedly. They had finally reached the cottage after walking. Ian flung open the door, frowning when he noticed it was unlocked.
Amy hung up the phone quickly. "Th-they'll take a while to get here…she have to plow the snow".
Ian groaned, annoyed.
"I'm driving".
"NO!" Amy yelled, and Ian stared at her.
"It's way to icy, you could get into an accident."
Ian stared at her. Why did she care about him? "It's ok, I have to. You…you don't need to come. Stay here".
"N-no", Amy stuttered, yet was firm.
"Why do you want to come?"
"Be-because it's my fault…" Ian shook his head at her. "it isn't, love".
Amy sank down into the chair, sighing. She remembered why she had left in the first place. She fixed a cool gaze on Ian.
"Th-this doesn't change anything…at all. you still wrote the letter".
"No, I didn't", Ian repeated. "Natalie did". Amy stared at him, unsure whether to believe him or not.
Ian lifted up Natalie again, beckoning to Amy. Together, they walked out into the cold air to Ian's snow-covered Porche. He gently laid her in the back seat, ran into the car and began driving.
As he drove, he sneaked a glance at Amy. She looked exhausted. Her eyes were red from crying and her hair was disheveled, but she still looked beautiful. Then, he saw what she was wearing.
"You're only wearing those pants…" Ian pointed to Amy's thin tights and tank top under her jacket. "You're going to get sick" She shook her head, beckoning at him to look at the road. He ignored her, reaching into the back seat at a red light which he still decided to follow. He pulled out two blankets. One, he draped over Natalie, and the second, he put gently around Amy's shoulders.
She blushed.
"G-go", she hissed at him, noticing there was a green light.
Ian went on, driving slowly due to the snow-covered roads.
"I-I'm sorry", Amy said, sighing.
Ian's mouth dropped. She was sorry. She didn't do anything.
"Be-before you say I didn't do anything wrong, listen. I-I shouldn't have brought up the letter when Natalie was hurt and it's my fault for leaving, anyway. I shouldn't have gone into the storm".
Ian signed. "It's not your fault love", he said, ignoring Amy's glare at his old name. "It's mine for letting you leave". She shook her head as they arrived at the hospital.
Ian and Amy both jumped out and ran into the hospital, Ian carrying Natalie delicately in her arms. Already, the color was returning to Natalie's cheeks. Ian ran to the emergency room center, while Amy went to the front desk to tell the attendants they wouldn't need 911 services.
She turned to go and follow Ian, then remembered his pale face at seeing Natalie and his shock.
So, she walked over to the brightly lit café and stood in line. At the line, Amy saw a young man who looked to be in his early twenties. He was very handsome, with sandy blonde hair and freckles dotting his nose, and blue eyes that sparkled when they reflected light. As she was standing in the line, the man turned and smiled. "Getting some coffee?" he asked, politely. Amy nodded, unable to stop staring at his good looks. "Me too", he replied, unsure of what she was staring at.
The cashier beckoned to him and nodded at her. "Go first, I insist".
She shook her head. "N-no, it's ok". The man smiled again and insisted.
She walked up to the casher, self-conscious about her wet hair and pale skin. By this time, it was night; it was about nine o'clock and was pitch black outside. Amy ordered two cappuccino deluxes, knowing Ian would want a warm drink for himself. As she carried waited for the drinks and finally left with them, she stopped to thank the man, who was done ordering his drinks by then. "Th-thank you", she stuttered, going red.
"No problem", the man eerily. "The name's Jack. Why are you here?" Amy frowned. Something was wrong. The man looked a little intimidating. Perhaps she ought to leave…"Um, um, I'm here for my friend's little sister who probably is really sick right now…I'd better get going". Jack nodded and Amy left, hurrying up the stairs with the coffee. She sighed, relieved. Suddenly, she heard footsteps behind her. Worried, she ran raster, finally reaching the top of the stairs. The footsteps followed. She turned around; in the distance, she saw Jack grinning strangely at her. "Um, I wanted to follow you…do you want to come over to my house…later…tonight…and maybe we can you know spend some quality time together." He winked and Amy's mouth dropped open.
She saw Ian sitting a little in front of her and ran to him, almost dropping the coffee. "U-um, someone's following me". Ian was sitting on one of the blue chairs in the waiting room, yawning. She handed him some coffee and he nodded his thanks then looked up to see Jack in front of them, glaring.
"Who is this?" Jack growled. "Is he your boyfriend? I'll take him down!"
Amy was about to reply, "No", but Ian was quicker. "Yes, Amy is my girlfriend". He pulled her close, ignoring her flinch and kissed her on the cheek. She went red and glared at him, confused, as she pulled back.
Jack was glaring at Ian and Ian stared back coolly.
"Um, whoever you are, Amy's boyfriend, I invited this young lady to my house to spend some quality time together!" Amy's eyes widened and she shrunk back as Jack winked at her again.
"I d-don't want to come with you", Amy stuttered. Ian smirked and Jack growled and leaned in towards Amy, grabbing her wrist. Ian stiffened and pulled her wrist back.
"What do you want, Jack, with my girlfriend?" Ian growled.
"I-I'm not…". Ian nudged Amy and she shut up, realizing what he meant.
Jack pulled back, uneasy. "I want her". He pointed at Amy and she widened her eyes. Ian pulled Amy to the reception desk in the waiting room and whispered something to the lady there. She widened her eyes and pulled out a walkie-talkie, saying something into it.
"Security, please report to emergency waiting room".
Amy and Ian walked back to the chairs, looking for Jack, but he had left, so they sighed.
In a few minutes, two burly men came in and nodded to the reception desk. Ian pointed at Amy and told them about Jack. They nodded and left.
"We'll keep a look-out for them, Mr. Kabra".
Amy stared at Ian once they had left.
"That guy, Jack, was creepy. One se-second he was nice…the next second…" She blushed. "He asked me to come to his house".
Ian frowned, worried. He then saw his coffee and picked it up, turning towards Amy.
"Thanks, love". Amy looked down and blushed.
"Um, I-Ian, you can let go of my hand now".
Ian looked down, realizing he was holding her hand protectively and pulled back.
"Sorry".
Amy nodded, missing the warmth of his hand. "D-did you know those security guards. They called you Mr. Kabra".
Ian nodded. "I used to work here when I was about 17…as an assistant".
They both took sips of their coffee, unsure of what to say. "H-how's Natalie?"
Ian sighed, running his hands through his silky hair. "They're stabilizing her right now…I have no other news, but the doctors looked pretty worried, yet one told me she should be okay since she never fell under the ice". Amy nodded.
Ian looked at her eyes, tilting her head up when she looked down, blinking.
"Listen, Amy, I'm sorry about the letter. Really! I would never write something like that…Natalie wrote it…I was extremely mad at her, that's why she went out to look for you". Amy's eyes widened, unsure of what to say. "Sh-she looked for me?" Ian nodded.
Amy looked down, dejectedly. "I-I'm sorry…I never believed you". She looked up again. "Hey does that mean Dan never destroyed the clues?"
Ian nodded, glad to see her spirits up. He was the one who looked down again. "It was…Isabel". He was whispering now and Amy gasped.
"Wh-why?"
"Isabel didn't want you two to win", Ian said. "I think she had other motives, but he never told us. Apparently, she knew about the clues".
Amy shivered, thinking about what Isabel's other motives were.
The two were silent for a couple of minutes and Ian stared at Amy.
"Amy, can I ask you something?"
She nodded, nervous.
"Do you forgive me for what I did in Korea?"
She sighed, biting her lip. "I – I can't believe it, but actually y-yes. I have a question for you".
Ian sighed in relief. She forgave him. Everything was getting better. When Natalie was back, things would be happy again.
"Yes, love, go ahead". This time, at the name love, Amy giggled and then blushed. She was acting like a fool.
"D-did you mean what you say when you…l-loved me". Amy couldn't forget his words from before and she wanted them to be true, but knew her hopes were probably not going to be true.
Ian went red. "Yes, Amy…I've never said this to anyone, but I love you. Do you…?" Ian smiled hopefully at her, knowing he couldn't expect much, but maybe she shared his feelings.
Amy laughed, relieved.
"I – I have to tell you something too".
Ian tilted his head at her, wondering what she would say.
Amy stared, admiring the way he looked so perfect.
"I – I love you".
Ian stared her for a second, shocked, and then pulled her in.
"I never got to finish that kiss from Korea, did I?"
Amy smiled; Ian took this as an answer and pulled his love, closing the gap.