LOST

On the Move

Matt's POV

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Damn she's fucking beautiful.

I wasn't going to be like those assholes that took advantage of her. Like Dale. I couldn't say that I was content when he died. I was angry at all the men at that warehouse. They buy people. Buy women. Actually, girls. Most of them were underage.

Sarah looked so peaceful. How could she sleep with a life like hers?

She's probably used to this...

The car had dark tinted windows. It was a humble Nissan.

Not that bad...

I kept looking over at Sarah. But then I just started staring. She looked so innocent. She is innocent. I had to make sure I taught her about everything I could. Like filling up the gaps in her childhood...because she practically had no childhood.

Sympathy...

After a few minutes, she woke up. Her eyes fluttered open, exposing her beautiful irises. Her eyebrows twisted in a knot as she stretched. Sarah was confused for a moment, but she looked over at me and let her eyebrows assemble back into place.

"Good morning." She said it in a raspy tone.

Sexy...

No. NO! Snap out of it. She's still pure.

She stretched some more by arching her back and moaning slightly.

Damn...she better stop...or not. If you do one more thing...

Her dimples were showing as she smiled and looked towards me and blinked slowly, trying to sit up.

Fuck.

I smiled back. Trying to look normal. Then she raked her fingers through her hair and bit her lip, as if trying to hold back a heavy yawn.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. Does she realize what she's doing? What has Dale been teaching her?!

I cleared my throat. "So did you get good sleep?"

"Yes. You?"

"Good. So, you ready to go?"

"Let's go."

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Sorry. It's a filler.

~Kitty