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|The Cabin (standard:romance, 2414 words)|
|Author: Desari Von Wolf||Added: Mar 06 2008||Views/Reads: 1458/801||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|A young woman is on the run from an abusive husband. She is driving to fast on a mountain road and loses control of her car. She meets a man who is at odds with every man she has ever known.|
Cabin Chapter One On a dark and gloomy high in the mountains and car raced a long a narrow mountain road taking corners to fast causing the tires to squeal as she went through tight corners. The woman behind the wheel didn't slow down but continued to push the car as she repeatedly checked the rear view mirror. The woman's face was covered in bruises that make up could no longer conceal. She was running for her life, and dared not slow down. He would find her he had money and power and she had neither at her disposal. She was desperate to escape; the repeated rapes and beatings had nearly killed her. If she died out here on the highway it would be blessings. She could no longer endure the pain she had lost the will to live. She just wanted to curl up on a ball some where and die. That was her plan she would find some place high in the mountains that was peaceful. She had a bottle of prescription drugs that she could take and it would be all over. No more rapes, no more beatings. She would be safe once she was gone from this world and she was so tired of living. The years of abuse had killed her spirit. She had once been full of life and dreams. Her husband had robbed her of those things. She had tried to leave him several times but he had found her over and over and each punishment had been worse and worse for her attempts to defy him. The last beating had nearly killed her. The car started into a tight corner and the tires squealed as the tires struggled to hold the car to the road but she was traveling to fast and the car flew through the air rolling down a steep embankment over and over until the car landed in a gully at the base of the steep incline. Her last thought as she lost consciousness was that it was finally over. A tall man with shaggy dark hair drove his pickup over the narrow mountain rode carefully. He drove and old red pickup that was in good repair. He was headed home after a short visit to the city. He hated the city with all its noise and pollution he loved his mountain home. He lived in a cabin that was high in the mountains on a lake. He loved the peace of having no neighbors although it was lonely sometimes. If he had his choice he would never leave his mountain home. He was in his early thirties and had grown up in the city. His parents had lived in an apartment in a bad neighborhood and he had grown up in rough neighborhood. He had spent his early years fighting to survive the mean streets. He had started writing in high school and that had earned him a scholarship to the University of Montana. It had been his ticket out of the slums where his parent's still remained. His Dad was a drunk and his Mom was into drugs. He had raised himself from early child hood. Once in Montana he had never gone back to that life. He had published several award winning books and used the money to buy land high in the mountains where he had his cabin built. As he rounded a corner he saw squid marks on the road way and slowed he could clearly see that a car had gone off the road. Stopping the truck he got out. As he walked to the edge he could see the remains of a car at the bottom of a ravine. Going back to his truck he got his medical kit. Among others things he was a licensed EMT. Making his way carefully down the hill side he approached the car already expecting the worse. He could see that a woman was slumped over in the front seat with long honey colored hair that reached her face. She was wearing a seat belt. The windows were all broken out of the terribly mangled car. Reaching in he felt for a pulse and was surprised to find one. She was alive by some miracle. He lifted her hair and saw that her face was terribly bruised. Someone had done a real job on her he thought with a dark frown. He recognized the bruises made by a fist. His Dad had used his fists on his Mom plenty. Reaching into a kit he placed a neck brace around her neck. He would have to pry the door open to get her out. He quickly examined her body for broken bones and fractures. Her injuries didn't appear to be to severe the seat belt had saved her life. Still she would need immediate medical attention. He didn't dare move her for fear of her having a spinal injury. He made his way up the hill side to his truck and used his fire radio to summon search and rescue units, he than returned to the car to wait for the search and rescue. As he was waiting she came around. “Take it easy don't move around you've been involved in a bad car wreck.” He told her taking her hand. Click here to read the rest of this story (167 more lines)
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