Number 5

Chapter 11

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"Gray wake up please." I yell crouched over him, shaking his shoulders like a mad woman. But then again...maybe I am.

"Gray please." As he groans in his sleep. I huff with the exertion as Grayson suddenly bolts upright, his eyes beating as quickly as butterfly wings. When he realises its me, he falls back against the pillow with an unsolicited moan.

"Elle what the hell is going on?" He says huskily, his voice overcome with sleep.

"Please its Ana."

"Elle I know you're upset but you're going to have to accept that Ana meant what she said." Grayson says sleepily, rolling away from me and closing his eyes. I shake his shoulders again.

"No Gray listen-"

"Go to sleep Elle." Grayson snaps. Within seconds his breathing lulls into a steady pattern.

I frown and scramble off the bed. Ana needs help and if Grayson won't, I'll find someone who will...no matter what the consequences. Throwing the cupboard doors open as noisily as possible just to vex Grayson, I grab a pair of trousers and a jacket that looks disturbingly familiar to a polar bears fur.

"Elle stop being ridiculous and come back to bed." Grayson snaps.

"I can't." I say, stepping into a pair of boots and rushing towards the door.

"Wait where are you going?" Grayson suddenly sounds alert and awake. I don't have time for the inevitable argument. My boots clunk heavily against the stairs before I sprint across the base of the cave, fumbling with the zipper on my coat. The weather outside will be undisputedly cold.

I shiver when the blast of artic winds causes me stumble backwards with the impact. The sound of thundering feet descending down the stairs behind me secretes the adrenaline into my bloodstream.

Help me.

"Elle don't." Grayson orders.

His commanding tone does not frighten me for once. My thoughts are too engrossed with possible scenarios, most of which terrify me out of my wits far more than Grayson. Staggering against the full force of the gale-strong winds, I escape out the cave into the clearing. It dawns on me that is the first time I have been outside alone. In the few moments it takes for my vision to adapt, I run blindly forward. Straggling strands of hair whip around my face. The few dim lights that illuminate the perimeters of the clearing are futile.

Straight line Elle, straight line. The lamp outside the cave on the opposite edge is my focus.

In the ten second period that I've been in the open, I hear Grayson calling for me. His pained voice whistles in the wind. I feel terrible as my legs carry me further towards the glowing lamp. I need to remember that he wouldn't help me, he wouldn't even listen to me. The persistent yells for me to return become a deafening monotone that I lose in the wind. I'm so close to the edge of the clearing now that going back seems impossible. The cold has begun to sink to into my bones, causing my legs to become stiff and painful.

I reach Carson's cave to find the door open and the whole family sitting around in the living area. The pajamas, lethargic faces and unkempt hair. Why are they awake?

"Carson please." I cry, rushing towards my grandfather, enclosing his hands within mine. "You have to help me."

I hear the door open behind me and I cower behind my grandfather. It shouldn't surprise me to see that Grayson frantically vehement. Perhaps he called them?