A New Love A New Change

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Chapter 7

*Caleb's POV*

"That's as far as the trail goes boys," Randall stated.

"So she just vanished into thin air?" I stated sarcastically.

"Look dude I showed you a decent direction. Don't get bitchy with me. I'm sorry she went AWOL on you. I was asked a favor and if the dogs can't find the rest of her trail then walk until you find her," Randall snapped back.

He turned and left whistling for the dogs to follow. They took off running after him.

"How the fuck does a trail just disappear?" I questioned Tucker.

He raised his hands in surrender and said, "Man you got me."

I shifted my rifle to my other shoulder and crouched down listening for any signs of Katherine. I heard nothing. I stood back up furious. Maybe I should just shoot the bitch. I mean this is just one thing after another and it was bullshit.

"Let's walk a mile or two and see what we can't find Tucker," I said.

"Alright man."

We started walking straight. There was no signs of her at all in the woods as we kept walking. With every step I took my rage climbed. After about an hour we started to see a small clearing. I turned to Tucker and put my finger to my lips telling him to be quiet. He nodded and we slowly walked towards the clearing. As we got closer a cabin started to emerge. It was a massive cabin.

"Stay here and spot me. I'm going to go knock and see if anyone answers. Maybe they seen her or know where she is," I told Tucker.

"I got you man."

I slowly walked up to the cabin wary of my surroundings. There was an old red chevy parked in the driveway and another set of tire tracks leading away from the cabin. I walked up the stairs and onto the porch. I tried looking through any windows, but they were all covered. I cleared my throat and knocked at the door. I waited for an answer but none came, so I knocked again.

"Hello? I got a little lost in the woods tracking a deer. Was wondering if you could give me some directions out of here," I called.

When there was still no answer I knocked again. I looked back at the truck sitting in the drive and waited for someone to answer the door. When none came I tried the doorknob. Surprisingly it was unlocked. I slowly opened it and again yelled out for someone before entering the cabin. I walked to the den, and then the kitchen where I noticed food on the island. I looked further into the house and found a bedroom at the bottom of the stairs. I opened the door and went inside. The sheets were rumpled, so someone did in fact live here. I look around the room for any signs of Katherine and found none.

I went to the door inside the room and pushed it open to find a bathroom. Before I walked in I turned the light on and noticed a hair or two on the sink. I picked one up and examined it. It was long and dark brown. Just like Katherine's! So she had been here! I smiled at the thought of that. I had found my Katherine. I looked a little more just to be certain, but came up empty handed. I walked back through the house and left.

I went back to where Tucker was waiting. And motioned for him to follow me back the way we'd came. Once we got at a safe distance I said, "I think she's been in the cabin. I found a long dark hair that could possible be her's. I'll probably come back up here tonight just to see if my suspensions are correct."


*Katherine's POV*

After we got the x-rays over with Troy and I sat in the room waiting for Blake to come back with some results. It didn't take long and he was back with papers in his hand.

"Well I was right and wrong," he started. "Your left hand is going to need a stint. It has a small hairline fracture between your thumb and wrist bone. Now your right hand is going to need a cast. You broke your thumb and wrist. Its not too bad that you'll have to have surgery, but its going to take a while to heal-"

"How long?" I asked.

"Six weeks on your left hand and possibly ten weeks or more on your right hand. Now your head looks fine. You just busted it pretty bad. You may have to take some Tylenol for the headaches for about a week but you should be fine. Other than that your good. I'm going to go ahead and fix you up and take you back to the cabin.

"You're going to need some help for a week or so, but I'm sure Troy won't mind doing what he can until you're all healed."

"Okay. Thanks Blake," I said.

"No problem."

He walked out of the room to go collect the stuff to patch me up. I looked over to Troy in annoyance.

"It'll be okay love. Don't be too hard on yourself," he smiled.

"If you say so."

Blake came back and spent thirty minutes casting and splitting her up. On the way back home Blake gave simple instructions on what she could and couldn't do. When they arrived at the cabin Troy got out first. He leaned back in and said, "Stay here I'll be right back. Don't leave her Blake."

Blake nodded and I watched Troy move away towards the cabin. He looked down on the porch and quickly went inside.

"What's going on?" I asked Blake.

"Something feels off. I think Troy got the same feeling."

"What do you mean? Like someone's been here?"

He nodded. I fell quiet and my thoughts went straight to Caleb. I wonder if he had been here looking for me. I shuddered, fear grabbing a hold of me. I wanted to run. Troy could get hurt. Blake could too. I shouldn't be here. I grabbed the latch to the door and opened it even though it hurt my hand a little.

"Katherine wait!" Blake called out as I was shutting the door.

I took off through the woods to the left which would lead me further from Caleb and Troy who could get hurt. I ran as fast as I could only to be jerked up and lifted over a shoulder. I could smell his piney smell, so I knew it was Troy.

"Please put me down! I don't want you to get hurt. I know he's looking for me. You can't do this he'll kill you," I screamed at him.

He ignored me and just kept walking.

Tears pricked my eyes and I started to sob. "Please Troy? I couldn't live with the guilt of something I caused. Don't put yourself at risk over me!"

He stopped and put me down backing me up to a tree. He looked hurt and pissed.

"Your not going anywhere love. I told you no one is going to hurt me. I can protect you better here. He won't touch you or me."

He got closer pinning me against the tree. "You are mine to protect now. Stop running love. Let me show you. Please?"

He grabbed me by the waist and picked me up off the ground pinning me against the tree at eye level.

"Please? I know you're scared, but have a little trust in me and let me show you that you are safe?" He begged eyeing me tenderly. Like I was a scared wounded deer.

I cried a little harder and nodded throwing my arms around his neck and holding on to him. He kissed the top of my head and held me.

"Look at me my love," he whispered.

I had stopped crying and looked at him. He brushed my hair back and caressed my cheek, still managing to hold me up.

"I promise you are going to be taken care of and safe."

He leaned his forehead on mine and we stood there staring into each others eyes and I found myself leaning in to kiss him. He let me and then took control of the moment. I felt his hands snake lower to my ads and hoisted me up a little more. I caught myself wrapping my legs around his waist, and when I felt his bulge through the boxers I gasped. It aloud him access to invade my mouth with his tongue. I grazed his with mine in a passionate kiss. One that had my body hot and my core growing wet against his hardening cock. He pushed me a little more into the tree causing his cock to rub my pussy. A moan escaped from my lips and I could have swore I heard him growl. It excited me. He trailed kisses up and down my neck stopping to nip at my collar bone. I arched into him with a gasp.

His fingers kneaded my ass and thighs, spreading them just enough to where I could feel his cock pressing against my pussy. My body shook with ecstasy. I needed him. More than I ever needed anything. I caught his mouth again and stroked his tongue with mine.

"Mmmm. You guys could take this halfway sex scene inside. You'll literally ten feet away from me and all I can hear is moaning and smacking," Blake said with amusement.

I stopped, looking the other way in embarrassment.

"And you can take your ass home," Troy laughed.

"Yeah yeah. Call if you need me."

And with that Blake got in his car and drove off.

"I'm sorry," I said.

Troy looked at me curiously. "For what love?"

"For trying to run. I didn't want to bring any problems here and I'm sorry."

He put me back on the ground and then lifted me bridal style getting a squeal out of me.

"Hm it's funny your not as heavy as a problem. I think the only problem I see here is you have no shoes on. Which means I'll just have to carry you. I'd hate for you to get a splinter in those tiny feet of yours," he laughed so hard I thought he was going to drop me.

I glared at him and we made our way back to the cabin. He set me down on the porch and opened the door for me. I walked in and went to the den and over to the bar. I looked through all the bottles and found a few favorites.

Troy came around the counter and propped his elbows up looking at me with a serious expression.

"Can I get you anything pretty lady?"

I giggled. "Sure can Sir. I'd like you to suprise me with the best wine in the house!"

"Yes ma'am and don't worry about payment it'll be on the house as well," he said with a wink.

I watched him go straight to an unmarked bottle and a wine glass. He poured me a glass and passed it to me.

"What is it?"

"Well love it's a secret family recipe. Home made muscadine wine. Go ahead and try some."

I picked up the glass and took a sip of it. It was actually really good. Very strong, but it had a smooth sweet taste to it.

"Compliments to the chef," I said raising the glass again to have a little more of it.

He smiled and it was the most beautiful smile I had ever seen! It made my stomach flutter. I smiled back at him and sipped on the wine.

"This is really good Troy, thank you. I haven't had any alcohol in a long time, and I think this definetly beats the store bought wine that I've had."

"You're welcome love. How long has it been since you had a drink?" He asked me.

I had to think about it for a second before I said, "At least nine years."

He looked at me crazy like I had grown two heads. "You and your husband never sat down and enjoyed a glass of wine and a movie together?"

I sat the glass down and shook my head thinking back on all the times I had asked to share a drink with him. He never wanted me to drink. He got mean when he drank and if I would've drank with him he probably would have locked me in The Room. Plus he always said a lady should never drink, that they had no class even if they thought about it.

"Love?"

I looked up and Troy was right beside me. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to pry. It was really a stupid question."

I shook my head. "No it's okay. I don't mind telling you." I took a deep breath and I answered his question. "He never let me drink. It wasn't classy for a woman to even ask to drink. On the nights he did drink h-he got violent. He would do awful things and if I didn't listen to him I was put in a room to starve and thirst until I learned how to listen."

His hands balled up into fists and he literally growled causing me to jump.

"It's okay Troy. I shouldn't have told you. I didn't mean to upset you."

"No! You shouldn't have ever been treated that way. I'm going to go for a walk to cool down so I don't think about snapping his neck. You are more than welcome to drink."

At that he took off out the door. I stood there shocked. I took the wine glass a carried it easily in between two finger to the kitchen and poured it down the drain. I looked around and then went to the guest room to lie down for a bit. I felt terrible for upsetting Troy. My stomach had tied itself into knots and I just wanted to cry.

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