Austin.
Could she put him through what she knew would eventually happen?
And he was nineteen .
She hugged herself at the thought. Is that what she’d come to? A nineteen year old? As soon as the thought occurred to her, she regretted it. Austin was more than that. Much more .
But, god, what had she done?
• • • • •
The wood was chopped and stacked and the garbage bagged up. Austin closed the padlock as he glanced over his shoulder. He could hear the TV from here. As he neared the kitchen window, he crouched low and peeked in.
His father was in his recliner. The empty beer cans were mostly on the coffee table but some had rolled to the floor. With the remote in his hand, his head was leaning off to the side, already passed out.
Even though he probably wouldn’t hear it, Austin decided against the ATV. The B&B was just a short walk.
• • • • •
There was the knock at the door.
Emily hesitated.
No, she’d made her decision and she needed to follow through with it.
“Emily,” she heard Austin say. “It’s me.”
She crossed the room and opened the door.
He had started to enter but quickly held up.
“What’s wrong?” he said.
She opened the door a little wider.
“Please, come in,” she said quietly.
She softly closed the door and turned to him. He was wearing the same thing he was wearing earlier.
“I didn’t have time to change,” he said. He started to take off the parka. “I could–”
“No,” she said quickly–and too loud.
He had unzipped the parka but now his hands dropped to his sides.
“Emily,” he said. “Please. Just tell me what’s wrong.”
“Us,” she said bluntly.
He actually rocked back on his heels.
“I’m so sorry,” she blurted out. “I didn’t mean to lead you on. I didn’t mean for anything to happen.”
“What?” he said. “You didn’t lead me on. I–”
“It must have been the hypothermia,” she said.
He stared at her, frowning.
“What? Seriously? Emily, I know hypothermia.”
“Oh please Austin,” she pleaded. “I’m trying to save you pain.”
“Like this ?”
“Austin, I’m sorry ,” she said, her voice rising. “I don’t want to do this.”
“Then don’t! ” he said, his voice rising as well.
Suddenly, he took a deep breath.
“I love you,” he declared.
Stunned, she backed up a pace. He was staring at her, searching her eyes, watching her mouth, trying to read her. She turned away from him, afraid of what he might see.
“I’m not capable of it,” she said, her throat tight.
Though she hadn’t meant to, she was getting dangerously close to the truth.
Then his hands were on her arms and as he turned her around he brushed the hair from her shoulder. Her hands flew up in defense as terror welled in her chest.
“Don’t touch my hair,” she barked.
He immediately held his hands up and stepped back. As shocked and confused as his expression was, it couldn’t be more than the confusion she felt. She put her hands on her chest.
Why did I say that?
She had no idea but the feeling of terror remained as she struggled to push it down.
“Emily, I love you,” he finally said. “And I know you love me. Just…just give us a chance.”
He wasn’t going to give up. She felt as though something inside her was ripping, tearing her down the middle. The look on his face was so…so… She had to end it.
“And you know that how?” she said. “At the grand old age of nineteen, you know that how?”
His back stiffened and his mouth opened.
Tears began to sting her eyes and she turned her back to him.
“Please leave,” she said.
“I know you don’t mean that,” he said, his voice wavering. “Emily, please don’t do this.”
“Do I have to explain it to you like I would a child?” she snapped, still not looking at him.
At that, she was met with silence. Finally, she heard his heavy footfalls cross the room. The door opened and it closed and she was
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