Her Saviour

By Michael Paterson

"Good boy, Mal," Jack said. "Now help the pretty little lady out of the car." 
"Don't touch me," Lexi said, her voice trying to sound defiant, but seeming truly scared.
"Now, I don't know nothin' about the manners of the high and mighty," Jack said, "but us simple folk would say thanks to someone who helped them out of a jam and would accept their hospitality. You don't have  any where else to go, so you're gonna have to stay with us."
"You're right, I was rude," Lexi said, her voice trembling. "Thank you very much for helping me. I do appreciate it. But we really can't stay. John will drive us home."
"I told you before, missy, the road's blocked ahead. You ain't goin' that way. I know these woods real good, and with the wind and the condition of some of them trees back the way you came, I reckon you won't get far that way either. Just be real nice and let us take you to our cabin. We have plenty of firewood and food for all of us, and some of the best moonshine you ever tasted to help you warm up. We'll have a regular party."
 

• Language: English
• Publisher: michael paterson
• Release date: Aug 29, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393880400

Michael Paterson

I write from my childhood for the love of adventure. My imagination has never changed writing is part of who I am.

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Her Saviour

michael paterson

Published by Michael Paterson, 2020.

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

HER SAVIOUR

First edition. August 29, 2020.

Copyright © 2020 michael paterson.

ISBN: 978-1393880400

Written by michael paterson.

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HER SAVIOUR

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Her Saviour

Chapter 1

I was driving home from college for the Christmas break. My third year had been, so far, pretty boring. I had broken up with my girlfriend from last year shortly after summer break had begun, because I caught her cheating with her old high-school flame. I worked hard all summer, trying to save up enough money to pay some of my college tuition and costs for my following year, so I pretty much had no life over the summer.

When I had gotten back to the campus at the end of August, I applied myself very hard to my studies, and didn't really socialize much. I made no time in my schedule to pursue a campus romance, partially because I had been hurt so deeply by my experience the previous year. I had really only tried to approach one girl, a second year student who came from the city only a few miles from my home town. She had pledged the snooty rich girl's sorority. Lexi was polite enough to me at first, until she found out that I had worked as a mechanic at a small garage in my home town for a year between high school and college to save enough money to go to college.

She learned that I was the only son of a dirt-poor family, while her mother was chief of neurosurgery at the Royal Victoria Hospital, and her father was a senior partner in a powerful law firm. Both parents came from old money, so Lexi had been raised in the lap of luxury. Basically, she was a spoilt brat who never had, and probably never would, understand hard work and hard times. She was beautiful, 5'6", blond hair, slim, with what I guessed were C-cup breast, a tight little ass, and a come-fuck-me smile. She had initially seemed attracted to me, until she found out about my pedigree. Then she would only talk to me in the one class we shared. Another dream shattered.

It started to snow as I was packing for my hundred and thirty mile trip home. I wasn't really that worried, since I knew that my old rust-bucket  4X4 pickup was mechanically sound and I had mounted four good used snow tires on it before I had left for College in August. Even when the radio station I was listening to announced that the main motorway I was planning to use for part of my trip had been closed due to a massive pile-up, I figured that I would be alright, since I knew the back roads, I could use them to get home. I settled in for a long, slow drive home.

After about an hour of crawling along in what was turning into near-blizzard conditions, I saw a car ahead of me. The emergency hazard lights were flashing. I quickly realized that the car had skidded off the road and had crashed into a large tree. There was a lot of front-end damage to the car. I put on my own hazard lights and parked behind it. I zipped up my insulated winter coveralls and put on my warm hunting cap and got out of the truck. As I approached the car, a new Mercedez coupe, I could see the driver was still inside. I walked up to the driver's window and knocked on it. Then I wiped the snow off the window so I could see inside. The driver was Lexi.

John! What are you doing here?, she yelled through the closed window. Driving home for the holidays, same as you, I replied. Are you alright?

Do I look alright to you, you fucking moron? she spat back at me. Lexi, don't talk to me like that. I trying to help you.

Wonderful, she said, use your finely tuned mechanical skills to fix my damn car, so that I can get home!

Considering that the radiator is leaking, the airbags are blown, and you have pretty heavy front end damage, this car isn't going anywhere without the help of a tow truck and a body and shop. I don't know how you even got this far on those performance tires you have on your car.

Daddy said it has all-wheel drive. It has all the latest driver aids, including a built-in GPS system. That's how I knew the route through this god-for-saken wilderness when they closed the motorway. Oh, shit, Daddy's going to kill me when he finds out I wrecked my car. I wish I still had my Ford focus that he and Mom gave me for a graduation present. Her and her damned money, I thought. Lexi, I interrupted, are you OK? Are you hurt?

My left hand hurts like a bitch. I think I sprained my thumb, and part of my hand burns like fire. I guess that's from the airbag. The engine won't start, the windows don't work, the climate control is only blowing cold air, and I'm getting really cold. My cell doesn't get any reception out here in the sticks. What am I going to do?

You're going to come with me. I put a new radiator and heater core in my truck this summer, and it gets toasty warm in there in no time at all.

I'm not riding with you in that piece of shit. I'd rather wait here. You go home, and call my family, so Daddy can send out the gardener to get me. Oh, wait, do you actually have a telephone in your family shack? she sneered. Lexi, I said, "at the beginning of the year, when I first met you, I thought I could have real feelings for you. I'm actually glad you snubbed me when you found out I was not born with a silver spoon in my mouth.

I'm embarrassed to admit, that I didn't see it at first, what a miserable, snobby little bitch you are. That being said, I still feel obligated to help you. Not because I'm the least bit attracted to you anymore, but simply because you are a fellow human. No amount of your money is going to keep you from freezing to death if I leave you here, so you might as well gather your designer purse and get your blueblood ass in my truck so I can get you home before Mommy and Daddy have drunk all the vintage scotch and eaten all the caviar that they probably have waiting for their precious little princess."

God, you're insufferable! You don't know anything about me. And you're way too poor and ignorant to ever be able to comprehend how I live, Lexi hissed. Stop being a bitch and face reality, Lexi! You're going to suffer hypothermia and frostbite, if not worse, if you don't come with me right now. Hell, I'm dressed for the weather and I'm getting cold out here. You must get out of that car and get into my truck now so I can get us out of here. There's already a foot of snow and the wind is picking up. If we don't leave soon, it's going to be hard for my truck to get through the drifts. Then we are both fucked!

Ok fine, she sighed, sullenly. She tried to open her door. It unlatched, but it wouldn't open. Why can't I get out of the car, she asked, suddenly looking panicked.

I wiped snow off the seam between the frame and the door. The frames crushed around the door, and it looks like you have enough frame damage on this side that we won't be able to get the door open. You'll have to get out the passenger's side. I walked around the back of the car to help pull her out, only to find that the other door was wedged against a tree that was at least a foot in diameter. I went back to Lexi's window. You're not getting out that way, either. I have a crowbar in the truck. I'm going to get it and try to pry your door open. If that doesn't work, I can break the windscreen and you can crawl out that way.

Just be quick about it. I can't stop shivering, and my feet are so cold they're going numb. At that moment, we heard a vehicle approaching from the other direction. It was an old Jeep, When it got next to us, I could see that it had huge mud tires and a high suspension. The entire under-carriage was at least 20 inches off the ground. This thing would be able to get through almost anything, I thought.

The driver and his passenger got out. They were both huge. The driver looked to be about thirty-five years old, roughly 6'2" and over 300 pounds. He had a beer belly, but still looked like he was mostly muscle. The passenger looked a little younger, but he was taller and could have been close to 400 pounds. They both looked like pro wrestlers who had degenerated into grizzly mountain men. They were dressed for the outdoors in old, ratty hunting gear. I didn't like the look of them, and Lexi seemed actually repulsed at them both.

Man, the driver said, approaching Lexi's car. Somebody really fucked up their pretty little car. Oh, pardon me, little lady, he laughed, showing his yellow, broken teeth. And pardon my manners. I'm Jack, and this here's my kid brother, Malcom. I call him Mal, 'cuz he's that strong and that dumb. Ain't you, Mal?

Fuck you, Jack, Mal growled. Aw, that's no way to talk in front of a fine, pretty little lady. You apologize to her right now, stupid. Mal just stood there looking at the ground. Finally, he mumbled, Sorry, miss.

That's better, Jack said. Looks like you kids need a little help. What's your name, boy? he said, addressing me. "My name