Platinum Heart

Winter Rose Ridland has always been rich. She's used to the maids cleaning for her, the butlers fetching her food, the kids at school bowing down before her, and the constant spending money--but what she isn't used to is surprise road trips. When her dad decides that it's time to send her to boarding school, the family packs up and leaves. What they weren't expecting was a freak car accident, and what Winter wasn't expecting was to survive--and more importantly, she wasn't expecting herself to be found. Will she find a way back to her old life, or will the boy who saves her show her a different one? © 2013 by beliebervision. All Rights Reserved.


4. 4: "Jason"

I wake to a boy dabbing at my cuts with a wet cloth. His face is set with determination and I watch as his teeth sink into his bottom lip. He notices that I've woken up and immediately asks, "How are you feeling?" 

I struggle to sit up, but the boy pushes me back down again gently. I look around. I am in a simple room. There is no windows, in fact, there is only some piles of clothes, a small stack of money, and the mattress that I'm laying on. That's it. It's definitely a change from my bedroom at home. 


Tears fall down my cheeks. I start to wish that we had never left home. Dad and Mom wouldn't be dead right now and I wouldn't be in this plain room with this boy hovering over me. 

" neck hurts." I finally say as I stare at him. I notice how skinny he is and I wonder how his arms felt so strong when he pulled me out of the car. Maybe it was because I felt so weak at the time. 

He nods. "You have a pretty big gash on the back of your neck and there's some cuts on the side of your face." He traces his finger lightly from the back of my neck up to my temple. I shiver. "Just lay still." 

"Who are you?" I ask, my voice shaking. 

The boy smiles. "Shouldn't I wait to introduce myself? I just pulled you out of a totaled car yesterday." 

I stiffen up. Did he say...yesterday? I hesitate to ask, but I know he probably wont hurt me if I just ask him a question. I mean, he did save me. "Uh...what do you mean by yesterday?" I ask quietly. 

"You've been out for a day. I was starting to get worried after the first hour..." He trails off as our eyes meet. "...but I...I knew that it was the shock mixed with how tired you probably were, driving from New York and all." 

"How did you know that?" 

"The license plate on the car." he rubs the back of his neck. I can't help but notice how familiar he looks. He has golden hair that almost falls into his eyes and he pushes it away sometimes. I'm mesmerized by his caramel brown eyes and his lopsided grin. Suddenly the familiar feeling subsides. I've never met this boy before. 

"Oh," I say finally. I manage a small laugh. "I feel stupid." 

He smiles. "Don't. I'm sure you're pretty smart. I mean, you were the only survivor." 

I know he meant it as a compliment, but I can't help but feel that he also meant it as an insult. I close my eyes for a brief moment. When I open them again the boy is still looking at me with a smile. I figure that I shouldn't get mad at him because he saved me. 

"Thanks." I say. "I've never been called smart before." 

"You haven't?"

"No. People only like me for my money." 

The boy's eyes widen. He nods slowly and says, "I know what you mean." Before I can respond, he stands up. "Just keep on resting. It'll do you some good." He sets the cloth down on the mattress next to me. "You can use this if you feel any pain. It's cool, it should feel nice." 

I nod. He starts to walk away and I grab his wrist. "Wait," I croak. He looks back at me. "Where are you going?" 

"To get some food." he says. "Are you hungry?"


He smiles. "Then I'll be right back. Try to rest." 

I loosen my grip on his wrist and he pulls away. I watch him as he walks to the door. "Wait," I say again. He looks back with an even bigger smile now. 

"What is it?" 

"Can you please tell me your name?" I ask. "I'm curious." 

The boy hesitates for a moment. And then, "Jason." 

I smile. "I'm Winter." 

"Winter," he repeats. "That's a pretty name." 

I blush, and he walks out the door, leaving me alone in the small room. 

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