|Posted by Mandy Baggot on January 27, 2014 at 2:00 AM|
I'm so excited to be taking part in my first Harper Impulse authors Written Fireside story created by the fabulous Lori Connelly!
If you haven't been following the story so far you need to catch up before you read my part as I am concluding the tale! Here are the links you need!
Part One - Lori Connelly
Part Two - Sarah Lefebve
Part Three - Zara Stoneley
Part Four - Lynn Marie Hulsman
Part Five - Romy Sommer
Part Six - Jane Lark
Part Seven - Teresa F Morgan
Part Eight - Carmel Harrington
Part Nine - Sue Fortin
Part Ten - Erin Lawless
NOW FOR...PART ELEVEN
An almighty crack had Beth reaching to cover her ears. ‘Matthew, I’m scared.’
He looked through the window at the ever-blackening clouds and the swirling snow falling in torrents. He swallowed. What was he really supposed to do? Was his heritage to protect the cabin and the portal to the past or to look after those dearest to him in this time? Beth, the only girl he had ever loved, the person who knew him best, the woman who would one day be the mother to his child...or children.
‘Matthew!’ It was a heart-wrenching scream, a panicked cry, a shout from her soul. Beth was falling. Being sucked backwards by a force he couldn’t see but whose strength he could definitely feel – tugging, dragging, tearing.
He grabbed her with both hands and held on tight. ‘Hold on, Beth. You hear me? Hold on.’
Her eyes were wide with terror. ‘But Walter said, he said we had to leave!’
Matthew gritted his teeth as the wooden slats of the cabin began to splinter and break, the whirlwind of the storm battering against the shelter. ‘Do you trust me, Beth?’ He shouted the words, pulling at her hands, forcing her to focus on him.
‘I’m frightened.’ It was a whimper, a plea for him to help her, to save her.
‘I won’t let you go.’ He wrenched her forward and she fell against him, knocking them both to the ground. He wound his body around, curling his form to shelter hers, silently praying this was the right thing to do, as wood and glass began to fly around them. The storm was breaking the cabin apart but he would not let it claim them. He closed his eyes and the world went black.
The voice was faint but he recognised it immediately. Beth. He urged his eyes to open, willed strength into the lids. Daylight. He could sense morning.
‘Matthew, it’s alright. We made it through.’ The voice was a little louder, the light a little brighter. But where were they?
He opened his eyes and was greeted by the most wonderful view. Beth. Just Beth, alive and leaning over him, stroking his damp hair with her fingers. She caressed his cheek and helped him to sit. They were in the snow, looking out onto the depleted forest; trees tossed up and torn apart lay out in front of them.
There were tears in her eyes he noticed. He put a hand to her cheek.
‘The cabin’s gone,’ she whispered.
He nodded. ‘I know.’
‘But what about your heritage? Walter and Alice?’ Thick emotion coated her voice and all at once Matthew wanted to hold her close.
‘Don’t you see? It was never about the cabin, Beth. It was about us. You, me, our children.’ He lay a shaking hand on her stomach. ‘That’s my heritage. You and me, we’re all the good things wrapped up from the past moving towards our future. A bright future. Together.’
She threw her arms around him and he held on tight, breathing in the scent of her. ‘Let’s go home.’
If you enjoyed His Way Home then standby for another Written Fireside starting very soon!