relaxed. I listened as his footsteps trailed off into the distance before a door opened. And when it closed and muted his footsteps, I quickly got up off the cushions.
I tiptoed over to the window to look at the rain. It was coming down so hard I could hardly see the porch. There was a miniature river running through what was supposed to be the driveway, and I groaned as I remembered the ditch I had turned my car up into. It was going to flood with water, which meant the engine was going to be ruined by the time the morning came around. And even if I was in some cabin with some burly man with sharp features and beautiful eyes, that didn’t mean he would know how to work on cars.
Chop some fucking wood, maybe. But mechanics probably eluded him.
Thankfully, all of my stuff had been in the trunk. So even if the ditch did flood, my things were safe, I hoped anyway. The only issue would be if the moving river of water dislodged my car and the tires sank back down to the ground. Water might get in the trunk then, or worse… wash it down the damn mountain.
Lightning streaked across the sky and thunder cracked right after. I jumped and slapped my hand over my mouth, trying to stifle my yelp. This storm was one of the worst I’d ever seen, but with the way Travis had been acting it seemed like a regular occurrence up here. I turned from the window and studied the cabin I was in, taking in its beautiful form.
The living room with the fireplace was illuminated by the glow of the fire. The cherry mahogany hardwood floors went seamlessly from the living room to the kitchen, which was all open and unimpeded by walls. There were bright marble countertops and state-of-the-art kitchenware, which reminded me of my parent’s home.
Whoever the hell Travis Benson was, he had money.
There was a hallway that split the cabin in half. I slowly walked down it, studying the gray-colored walls and the white crown molding. Everything in this cabin was decadent. Not at all like the man I had just encountered. There was a door on the right that had a light underneath it, and I paused as a shadow stood directly in front of the door.
I held my breath as I listened out for Travis. This must’ve been his room. I could see the shadow of his stature underneath the bottom of the door, blocking out the light source as he stood there. My eyes danced along the door as I muted my breathing, hoping to the heavens he wouldn’t open the door and find me standing here.
Then his body moved away from the door and I made my quick escape.
On the left was another door before the hallway took a right turn. I started walking down it, finding yet another door on my right and my left. This must’ve been the guest bedroom he was talking about, which meant there was a good probability the other door was a bathroom.
What I didn’t know, however, was what the door at the end of the hallway contained.
I approached it slowly as the thunder continued to crack outside.
The door was solid and it looked heavy. The doorknob on the door looked almost like an antique. It was odd to see something so out of place in a home that was so beautifully decorated and updated. I was curious as to what was behind the door, but as I reached out for it something stopped me. It felt like I was muddling through jello at that point. Like some force had reached out for me and wrapped around my wrist. My heart was thundering in my chest as I slowly lowered my hand, resolving myself to whatever inward command was stopping my movements.
I turned my back on the door and scurried back down the hallway, making my way back for the cushions and the fireplace. I needed to dry off and get out of here in the morning. Escape wasn’t happening tonight and that was something I needed to come to terms with.
But I was sleeping with one eye open. Just in case this Travis guy tried to pull anything stupid.
Four
Travis
She thought she was being quiet, but she wasn’t. The moment she stood outside of my door I knew she was getting curious about the place. I was glad her body had thawed a little bit, but I wasn’t appreciative of the fact that she was snooping around last night. I would’ve been more than happy to give her a tour of the place.
I understood her reservations. I knew what I looked like and how I came off to other people. I had no intentions of hurting her, but I also had no way to prove that to her. She was a scared young girl trapped in a storm she had no idea how to deal with, so it only made sense that she would be on high alert.
But I did get nervous when I heard her turn down the hallway last night.
What was behind that door was for my own personal use. It was a room that didn’t get used often, but when it did it was a way for me to lose myself. A way to escape the fights my family battled over this land. It allowed me to release the anger and the hurt I had endured at the hands of so many people, including the woman I once loved. I had added that room on as a later addition after my father had this cabin built for me, and it was under lock and key. Even if she had tried to open the door, she wouldn’t have been able to open it.
The mere fact that she was curious, however, was why I stood and listened.
I listened to her explore the cabin. I listened to her run her hands along the wall. I listened to the little gasps I was sure she had no idea she was making, and I listened as her footsteps walked down the damn hallway. I rolled my shoulders back and readied myself to intervene, just in case she started looking around for a way to open the door. I kept the key on the top of the doorframe. Easily accessible but hidden away in case the door needed to stay closed.
But if she went searching for it, I was ready to step out and get her to stop.
There was silence for a little while before her feet ran her back down the hallway. She ran past my bedroom and I heard her collapse back onto the cushions. I hated that she was so afraid. There was nothing to be scared of in my cabin. She seemed brave enough, but her emotions were getting the best of her.
What was a young girl like her doing racing off to California by herself?
I tossed and turned while I slept as dreams of a former life plagued me. When my eyes finally shot open, it was still dark outside. The sun hadn’t yet broken through the trees of the forest that surrounded us, but there was one sound I expected to hear that I didn’t.
Rain.
It was no longer raining outside.