Thread: Frigid Night  {Dr. Freon x Xinavee}

Frigid Night The Bastard! How could he?! The old Volkswagen beetle sped down the icy gravel road, turning past drop off curves and past tall evergreen trees encrusted in a layer of ice and heavy limbed with snow. Normally Vanora was an excellent driver, attuned to the road, but tonight she couldnt even feel the warning signs of the back of the little beetle sliding back and forth on the road. Oh, the pelting sleet coming down through the thick trees had made her turn her windshield wiper blades on as soon as she had the lights on, but that hadnt distracted her from the image of Jackson and Melissa making out when she came in with a load full of wood for the night. This was supposed to be a nice little get away. It was supposed to be a time the four of them could just enjoy each other. Her parents even approved, knowing Melissa and she would be sharing a cabin and the boys their own. How stupid she had been! Couldnt she read the signs? They must have been crushing on each other for months, and she was just dumb to think The winds began to pick up, and with the heavy burden of ice and snow already making the trees heavy, limbs began to crack and fall. So deep in her own thoughts, Vanora almost slammed right into the large tree downed over the path of the National parks entrance. She slammed on her breaks, bringing the little beetle into a spiraling spin. It didnt stop. Instead, it slammed the rear passenger side into the downed tree and careened the car off the side of the embankment sliding down the steep hill. Vanora could do nothing, her limbs tightening in fear as she saw the world spinning, tumbling, and felt her head slam into the side of her door, as the side of the car hit the ground. Silence, save for the wind that howled again. Vanora tested her limbs, and nope her knee wasnt okay. Her foot moved though and she had several cuts, one on her neck and chest, another low on her side and thigh where part of the metal had dented in, and several small ones upon her face and hands, but other than deep bruises, she didnt feel anything completely broken. Unbuckling her belt she crawled out of where the windshield should have been and looked up the embankment. How far had she driven? A mile? Three miles away from the cabins? She looked back in the destroyed car, pulling out the blanket her parents had forced her to pack and wrapping it around herself. It wasnt going to do much good for very long, and she made sure to wrap it as tight as she could about her coat before crawling, on her hands, and on her one good knee up the embankment towards the road. Rain had already begun to soak through the blanket, and coat, into her shoes and her hair. Tears were blurring her eyes, but there wasnt going to be a rescue. She just had to keep moving. Finding a downed stick she began to hobble back towards the camp, back towards some kind of warmth, maybe a phone, but with the biting wind and the ice pellets sticking to her hair and clothes it wasnt long before she began to be completely exhausted. Nearly an hour had past by the time she made it back up the mountain hill towards the cabins when cold and chilling she dropped to her knees, no longer able to stand up and walk. She lay there a few moments, feeling the cold begin to soak into her bones where she looked up at the two cabins. The one she had felt betrayed and forced out of, and the other She turned towards it instead, weak and drained of all heat she roll over on her back not too far from the wood pile. Vanora just needed to rest a little while. To breathe and look at the snow fall into her face.