The cold bit at your skin, a loose blanket held over your shoulders. A pounding headache came on, making you grimace as you fumbled with a lighter.

"Fuck!" You cursed as the wind hit your hand a little too hard, causing it to numb and drop the lighter, a few more tries, grunts, and murmured curses, then you got a small flame outside the cabin and in the unused fire pit. You shivered, but refused to go back inside. Not until she apologised.

From the window in the wooden kitchen, Shauna watched, mindlessly doing something as her eyes stuck on you. A hint of guilt scrawled on her face, like a shadow, for what she had yelled at you earlier on today. Your hurt expression. Like a kicked puppy.

"and everyone will know how pathetic and weak you are! And how high school would be the only part of life you'll ever enjoy!"

She winced at the memory. God, wasn't she an asshole? Lottie noticed, from her little seat in the dark, where the light didn't reach. She hadn't been the same after Laura Lee's death, but she wouldn't sit there and watch your.. friendship (she caught you guys making out once at a sleepover, you don't talk about it) with Shauna fall apart. Even if it did, which it would be for a valid reason, she didn't want you to freeze out there. "You should talk to her, y'know." She hummed, fidgeting with a necklace that wrung her neck. "Never know when you might lose her."

Oh how Shauna wished she took that advice seriously.

"No, no, it's fine. She'll be fine." She mumbled, like she didn't quite believe the lie herself. She took her hands out of the sink and went upstairs to the attic, throwing on some loose jumper she found in her suitcase back in the airplane. It was the only clean thing she had left, plus, it was warm. She slumped down on her own makeshift mattress to protect her from the cold floor, a hand on her stomach. A small bump on where her child was.

Jeff's child.

Your boyfriend who she slept with to lose her virginity and managed to get pregnant from. And the worse part was that it wasn't the first time she'd gotten handsy with him. She groaned, laying on her side, staring at her journal where she had documented every affair behind your back. Everything. And how you read it. She should be mad, scream that you invaded her privacy. But you had a right to know.

This, however, was not how she wanted you to find out.

After a couple of hours, she fell to the slumber calling her name, exhaustion crowning her along with pregnancy.