Miss Christmas

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Summary

Meredith Matthews can’t wait to go back home for Christmas. She’s tired of the city life and her ex husband, so she welcomes the invitation from her sister to spend it with her. What she doesn’t expect is to be rescued en route by the dashing Dylan Charmer, someone she’s not seen since school. But Meredith is in for a shock when the main roads are blocked from a sudden snowstorm, and she has to spend the nights leading up to Christmas with someone she hasn’t seen in twenty years.

Status:
Complete
Chapters:
20
Rating:
4.9 28 reviews
Age Rating:
18+

Chapter 1

Meredith

The weather is atrocious, even for December. My little car doesn’t know what’s hit it, crawling down the M5 with the heater on full whack and sad love songs playing on my crackly radio.

It seems like everyone is going to Devon for the holidays, but instead of going to a lovely little cottage like most of the tourists probably are, I’m heading for my sisters tiny terraced house which holds a sofa for me to spend the next two weeks on.

But I don’t care—I don’t want to be alone at Christmas. I’m looking forward to seeing my nieces and nephews, and of course my sister and her husband. The alternative was flying to see my mother in Australia—no funds for that, or getting excessively drunk alone in front of the tv with a paper hat on.

I can’t do that, so here I am.

I sigh, my breath coming out in a cloud of smoke despite the fact the heater has been on for four solid hours. My feet are aching from the constant struggle to keep my car alive, playing with the accelerator and the clutch so it doesn’t cut out. My phone rings, and I press the speaker button to hear my sister’s cheerful voice greeting me.

“Merry! Where are you, love?”

“Hey, Cass. I’m still on the M5,” I sigh, craning my neck to see a blanket of traffic in front of me.

“Still? But you were on that an hour ago,” Cassie complains. “Harry, put the cat down. He’s not a toy—“

“I know, but the weather is pretty bad. I swear it’s snowing.”

I peer out at the grey sky, almost neon white.

It’s definitely going to snow.

“Oh, that’s why I’m calling you, there’s snow here already and it’s falling thick and fast. I know you’ve not got the Range Rover anymore…”

Yes. No winter tyres or heated seats. No Bluetooth. Hell, I’m lucky this car has seat belts.

“No, but I’ll be fine. The car is running perfectly well,” I lie as it shudders beneath me. “I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

“Victoria, do not hit your brother with a glass! Do either of you have an iota of common sense?!” Cassie screams, and I close my eyes, knowing this is going to be my reality for the next fortnight.

“I’ll see you soon,” I sigh, as Cassie shrieks at the children again. Harry and Victoria are twins, and fight like cat and dog. Separately they’re angels, but together… they’re not.

The traffic begins to ease somewhat as I pass Bristol, and I’m relieved to get my foot down. The last thing I need is to be stranded in a snowstorm in this heap of crap.

The snow is falling thick and fast, heavy clouds of snow hitting my windscreen as my wipers work furiously to keep my vision clear. I spot the turn off for my sister's county, and heave a sigh of relief. My indicator is so faint it’s absurd, so I have to make sure there’s no one on the left side when I exit the motorway.

The slip road is already glistening, a white wonderland for my car to play in.

“Shit,” I mutter, feeling the snow crunch beneath the tyres. “Come on Bertha, we can do it.”

My car groans as it slides along the snowy exit, and I ease it slowly off the roundabout and towards the little town my sister lives in. We’d grown up here, and my sister has never left. She married her high school sweetheart and popped out a few kids, and thanks to her husband, she didn’t need to work.

Husband.

My core aches at the word, and I stare down at the indentation on my ring finger, years of wearing rings there left a permanent reminder that I’d failed at marriage.

It wasn’t my fault though, not entirely.

Forcing the thoughts away, I focus on making a sharp left to climb the hill towards Bellwood, my childhood town. My car groans loudly as I press on the accelerator, leaning forward like I’m helping my car move. Stupid really, but I want to give Bertha some moral support.

“Come on,” I plead, as the car slows. “No, no, no!”

It barely makes the top of the hill, and I lean back when I see the familiar sign welcoming me to Bellwood.

“Thank God—“

Crunch.

It happens so suddenly I’m not even able to process it, the car sliding daintily on the sheet of ice like a figure skater, twirling as I desperately grip the steering wheel.

Somehow, I manage to guide the car towards the only thing I can see that will stop me from careering down towards certain death, and it happens to be a tree. I brace myself for the impact, but it still stuns me.

The side of the car crashes into the tree with a loud whirring noise, and the sound of shattering glass makes me cry out. I’m thrown against the drivers door, but then it stops.

It’s silent.

I’m trembling as I unclip my seatbelt, reaching for my phone with hands that have clammed up with shock.

“Shit!” I hiss, realising I’ve got no signal here.

Tears sting my eyes, but I heave a deep breath, shoving the driver door open. My shoes aren’t made for snow, knee high tan boots that slide instantly on the ice my car is helpfully stuck on.

I steady myself against the car as I wave my phone around, trying to get a signal. I’m in the AA, so I just need to call someone to come and get me.

No signal.

God, it’s cold.

I reach into the back seat to pull my coat out, wrapping it around me as I shiver involuntarily. The tree, the poor thing, wasn’t as study as it probably would’ve liked to be. It’s branches are sodden with snow, and it’s leaning backwards from the weight of my car. Shifting my gaze to the surrounding area, I notice I’m definitely in the middle of what can only be described as nowhere.

I know without consulting any map that I’m at least twenty miles away from town, and surrounded by trees and not a lot else.

I lift my hand to protect my eyes as I turn towards the road I’d been on, the snow attacking my eyes with a harsh wind. My ears sting with the cold, and I curse myself for not bringing a hat.

I need to get to the road.

It’s not far, but it’s uphill, which fills me with dread. If I don’t get up there though, I’ll freeze before anyone finds me. Hopefully I’ll get some signal up there too.

I slip and slide on the icy terrain, my red raw fingers clawing desperately at the ice as I try to reach the road. The snow is lethal now, falling so fast I can barely see my hands in front of my face.

I want to cry, but I know if I do, my tears will probably freeze and my eyeballs will fall out.

Finally, I’m there.

I huddle my coat around me, raising my phone up in the air like a beacon, hoping it attracts some signal from somewhere.

Nothing.

“God!” I cry out, finally succumbing to the tears that have threatened to fall for the past however long I’d been here.

I’m going to have to flag someone down, I realise, turning to check both sides of the road.

Nothing. Nothing and no one.

“Be calm, Meredith,” I whisper to myself, staring at the network sign on my phone like I can conjure up some bars.

But it’s cold, beyond cold, and I’m starting to panic. I’m not within walking distance of anywhere, and it would be ages before my sister thought to look for me. She’d assume I’m in traffic.

Headlights peer over the top of the hill, and despite not being able to make out the vehicle, I wave like a crazy woman, praying they see me. They drive on, and I realise with despair that the snow is too fast and too thick for anyone to spot me.

“Keep it together,” I coax myself, fingers trembling as I switch the torch on my phone. “The next car will see you.”

My lips feel numb, and I bounce on my feet to try to keep myself warm.

After everything I’ve been through, I’m not going. To freeze to death out here on the edge of Bellwood.

No way.

It’s another fifteen minutes before headlights glow through the thick snow that’s turning the world into ice, and I wave my phone in the air with gusto.

It’s a truck.

It could be Noddy for all I care, I’d still get in. I can’t feel my toes.

The truck slows, and I see the orange hazard lights come on, notifying all around that it’s stopping on the hill.

My teeth are chattering as I move towards the truck, when the driver door opens, a winter hat bobbing towards me in the mist.

“You ok?” Calls the voice, a male voice.

“Cold,” I call back, as the man stomps forward through the snow, thick winter boots that grip the ice easily.

I can’t see him, but he guides me towards the truck, holding me up as I slip and slide on the ice. He tugs open the door of the truck, helping me into the warmth of the cabin. The door slams shut behind me, and it’s then I realise my nose is completely numb. The drivers door opens, and my saviour climbs in, handing me his hat and gloves.

“Put those on.”

I close my eyes as I tug the hat on gratefully, pulling the gloves on over my bone white fingers. The heater is blasting against my skin, and I bask in it gratefully as the truck moves.

“What happened?” The voice asks with concern, and I shake my head, trying to speak.

“Crashed,” I mumble, my lips hurting from the movement of speech.

“Shit, is your car back there?”

“Yes.”

“Ok. My friend runs a garage in town, which isn’t too far away. I’ll take you there.”

I close my eyes, nodding as I thank him mentally.

What a start to my holidays.

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