| Chapter Twelve I held my breath as the men approached me. I was shivering, tired, hungry, exhausted and everything else. These two men in front of me were angels. "Hello, ma'am," One of the men said, "are you alone in here?" I shook my head, "No, my older brother is with me," I told him. He nodded and headed in. "How are you feeling?" the other man stepped up. "Horrible," I told him. "But my brother is worse." I said, pointing into the cave. "My partner will take care of him. I'm only worried about you." he said, stepping forward. I remember feeling a giant weight lifted off of me...then nothing at all. ~*~*~*~*~ I woke up with a blanket wrapped around me. I was warm, a feeling I hadn't felt in quite a while. I opened my eyes and looked around me. I realized, I was in the lodge. The destination I was supposed to be in 5 days ago. "Oh my god, Whitney," I heard a familiar voice say. Nikki came rushing over and hugged me. "Are you okay? Are you hurt? What happened?" When she let go I was speechless. Scott popped into my mind. "Scott...?" I asked. "He's fine, he's in a back room here in the lodge," Nikki informed me. "I'm so sorry this all happened, I can't help but feel a tinge of guilt because of it." "You couldn't have done anything different," I sighed. "Things happen." "Whitney?" Another voice said from behind me. I twisted myself around to see my mum walking toward me, tears in her eyes. "Mum!" I cried. I brought my arms from under the covers and hugged her when she reached me. "I was so scared...when I heard you hadn't showed up at the lodge and there wasn't a phone call, I was so scared," she told me. "Mum, we're okay now." I smiled at her. "I took care of Scott just fine." She stepped back and laughed a little, wiping at her eyes. "Tell us what happened, Whit," Nikki said, placing her hand on my arm. I took a deep breath and began to tell them the long, hrad, chilling story of this past 5 days. "It all started when Scott refused to stop singing Guns N Roses...." The End! Back to the stories... |