If I Told You [Completed]

Pay the Price

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Julia shoved him against the wall, her arm pinning him to the wall. She slammed the door shut. 

She kneed him in his groin and Sawyer groaned in pain, but Julia didn't care. Of course, she didn't care. She just wanted to see him in pain, to see him writhe in pain on the ground. 

She let go of him as he fell to the ground with a thud, curling into a ball immediately. He moaned in pain, clutching his abdomen.  

She nudged him slightly, so he was laying on his back. She kicked his stomach once, then twice. 

She didn't want to completely kill this man because she had believed Stephanie would want him alive, even if Steph said that she hated Sawyer with a burning passion. 

She kicked him in his groin once again, then walked away.

He curled into a ball once again, groaning on the ground. 

The two watch and just let him settle down for a couple minutes before he finally stopped groaning.

Julia pulled him up, setting him on the chair opposite of her and Stephanie.

"So, hey dickhead. We found you." Julia says just to break the silence. 

"Yeah yeah. I'm not dumb." Sawyer says.

"Well apparently you're dumb enough to leave Stephanie in New York."

Sawyer looks up angrily. "YOU!" He yells as he points a finger at Julia. "Shut up and listen! I'll say I'm sorry, but you don't have to forgive. You have no fucking idea why I did that. I have my fucking reasons." The venom in his voice is evident and clear as it rolls off his tongue. 

"Really? You did? A reason to leave me there. While I had nothing? While I sat there in surgery, where were you? Probably in a different state." Stephanie says ending her statement with a scoff. 

Sawyer looks up at Stephanie, locking eyes with her. Her vacuous expression staring back at him. Those empty eyes, the love that used to be there was gone, replaced by anger and rage. 

No one says anything for a moment before Sawyer speaks up.

"No...I was there." He says softly. "I stayed there in the waiting room. You can ask anyone that was there that day. I didn't function for the hours you were in surgery. Only when someone said you were fine, was when I left." His voice breaks slightly at the end. 

The room fills with silence once again, the tension was thick in the air. 

"But...why'd you leave?" Stephanie asks slowly and softly, breaking the silence. 

"Do you even remember what happened before you tried suicide?" He asks as he looks up at her with tears in his eyes. 

Steph thinks for a moment then shakes her head slowly.

"Not even a little?" He questions. 

"I just remember someone yelling. I'm not sure what happened." She says, remembering slightly what happened. 

"Steph...I yelled at you. I regret it now, but at that moment in time. Back then, I didn't even think about the outcome of my actions." He pauses. "I yelled at you, saying you were useless, that I didn't need you. And that I was only there for you because I pitied you."

Julia clenches her fists and starts to get up from her seat, but Steph pushes her down into the cushions of the couch. 

"Did you mean it?" Stephanie asks him. 

"What?" 

"Did you mean what you said back then?" She repeats the question back at him, although clearer this time. 

"No no no. Of course not, I love you, Stephanie. I still do." He says hurriedly.

"Really?" Stephanie asks.

Anyone could see the hope in Sawyer's eyes as she said that. "Yes yes. I do. I still love you Steph."

"Well guess what dumbass..." she pauses as she gets up to whisper in his ear. "I don't." She pushes him away, getting up and walking towards the door. 

"Wait no Steph. Give me one month to show you I still love you. Please." He begs her. 

"Jules, we're leaving. Let's go," Steph commands. 

Julia grabs everything before getting up, heading to the door. She walks out slowly, Stephanie following close behind.

Before she leaves, she looks back at Sawyer who's sitting there with his head in his hands. "One month. One month. That's all you get."

Sawyer looks up, just seeing Stephanie leave. 

He breathes a sigh of relief, then smiles at the thought of having Steph back.

One month. He thought. One month and she'll be mine again.

edited me: this actually didn't suck. i applaud my past self.