Ride to Nowhere

Chap. 6

(Sawyer's POV)

So, I may feel kinda bad about what I had said? I mean I still hate him, but he literally looked so heartbroken when I said that, it would be impossible to not feel bad! Just because I hate Alex doesn't mean I'm soulless. It's too late to do apologize now, but do I really want to? No, I don't. He's obviously a good actor, aren't all fuck boys good at that? They pretend they'll change for you but then they break your heart just like every other girl.

I woke up to him cuddling me which kinda pisses me off. Okay no it really pisses me off. Especially because I even put a pillow as a barrier to keep him from going over to my side. I don't understand how he managed it but it seriously bugs me. I want to be able to get up in the morning and get ready without him waking up. I sure as hell don't want him to see my scars again.

I slowly untangled myself from his arms and just as I was about to leave freely he tightened his grip on my arm, a fearful expression on his sleeping face.

"Stay, please. Don't leave me again, Pris. Please, I promise I can do better. Give me another chance. I'll buy you a car. No, shit don't go to the bar again. Tommy would be heartbroken." He mumbled fearfully.

Who the hell is Pris? Is that short for something? Shit, wait is he crying?! Why is he crying?! Why does he want this chick Pris to stay? She honestly sounds like a whore to be honest. Who is Tommy?! Fuck I'm so confused.

"Um..." I mumbled aloud.

Alex's grip on my arm tightened."Please!" He pleaded to the girl in the dream. Wait shit he thinks I'm Pris or something."Promise me you won't go!"

I stood there for a few moments unable to breath then swallowed hard."Y-yeah I promise."

Alex's expression melted from tense to relaxed. Whatever he was dreaming about, got better once I said what I said. But now it does make me pretty curious.

I slipped away, grabbing clothes suitable for the raid, a billion questions running through my head.

I decided to ignore the questions and ask him once he woke up. Because currently I'm so absentminded that I nearly chose to wear some spandex shorts, and a tight exercise shirt. I'm trying to go on a raid not turn Alex on.

I grabbed some faded jeans, combat boots, a light jacket because it's hella cold in Maine, and much to my delight a 'Panic! At The Disco' band t-shirt that was packed for me. I pulled my hair up in a pony tail and quickly brushed my teeth, then walking out of the bathroom, nearly bumping right into Alex's chest.

"I've been waiting for you to leave the bathroom for ages. I really need to pee." Alex grumbled.

"Maybe you should have woken up earlier then." I called over my shoulder as I walked to the kitchen.

We ate cereal in silence and I studied Alex carefully. He looked like complete crap, looking as if he hadn't slept at all last night. He had a major case of bed head, and was wearing a black tee, jeans, and a jacket.

I finally broke the awkward silence that had settled over us."How'd you sleep?"

"Fine." He mumbled. Bull. Shit. Anyone who was good at reading body language could easily tell that he had hardly slept, and was now paying the price.

We continued going back to eating in that dreadful uncomfortable silence.

"Who's Pris?" I asked finally. Alex tensed up, but continued looking down at his cereal and eating it as if the name meant nothing.

"Who?" He said finally.

"You know, Pris, the girl you were talking about I'm your sleep." I pressed, desperate for information. Just because I hate him doesn't mean I don't like knowing things.