Voices (A Sawyer Fredericks Fanfic)[sequel to A Gentle Touch]

Chapter Eight

Sawyer's POV

Violet didn't let go of me for the rest of the ride home. Her eyes were as wide as saucers and tears leaked out of them every few seconds. I held her close with my hand resting on the back of her head. I'm sure she was trying to process everything that happened. I was still in shock myself. I was just glad she was safe. I rested my head on top of hers and before I knew it I was asleep.

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"Sawyer wake up."

Someone was shaking me. I slowly opened my eyes to find Violet looking at me.

"We're home." She whispered.

I yawned and sat up. Stretching, I opened the car door and hopped out. Violet followed me. I started to walk into the house when I heard whimpering. I turned around to see Violet sitting in the driveway looking scared to death. I walked over to her and knelt down. She backed away from me slowly.

"Don't hurt me."

I was a bit taken aback by her plea. I wasn't planning on hurting her. This felt just like when I met her for the first time. Back when she was sleeping in our barn. She looked terrified.

"Violet..."

I stood up and walked over to where she had backed away to and got down on my knees.

"Please get away from me! Don't hurt me!" She yelled.

"Violet honey calm down."

I reached out my hand but she screamed.

"I'm not going to hurt you!" I yelled.

The fear in her eyes left immediately and she blinked. Then she looked up at me.

"Are you ok?" I cautioned.

She shook her head. Not bothering with a response. She just crawled over to where I was kneeling and wrapped herself in my arms. I knew she was crying.

"Shh Violet you're safe. It's going to be just fine. I'm right here." I hushed.

"I just never thought I'd see anyone die again." She admitted.

"What happened when it happened the first time? What was it like after?"

She hesitated.

"Well, it might be different this time. Because when it happened to my parents, they took me to the orphanage. But they were abusive and always told me what a terrible person I was. That's what gave me the anxiety and depression and everything. But the PTSD. That I'm definitely going to still have." She whispered looking down.

"What about you? How do you feel?" She looked up at me.

"To be honest, I feel like I did before I ever got depressed. I'm not depressed. I'm... Perfectly fine." I looked down at her.

Tears were leaking out out of her eyes. She looked at the ground and frantically wiped them away.

"Violet... I know this is hard. But just trust me ok?"

That's when she ran. I stood up, hoping she wasn't running away, but she was only avoiding disaster. She made it to the lawn and fell to her knees. I couldn't see anything but when I heard the gags I knew what was happening. Running over to her, I knelt down beside her. I took the hair tie off of my wrist and put her hair into a ponytail so it wouldn't get in the way. Then I just rubbed her back until she was finished. When she was done she looked back up at me.

"I don't know why I did that." She admitted.

I noticed she looked extremely pale.

"Are you feeling alright?"

A soft sneeze was the only response she gave me.

"You're probably just tired." I sympathized. "Come on. Let's get you inside. You can sleep in my bed tonight."

She followed me inside the house and up to my room.

"Can I take a shower?" She asked me.

"Of course. I'll be in my room. Call me if you need anything."

She nodded and walked into the bathroom. I turned and went into my room. I put on some pajamas and combed through my long locks with my fingers.

"Time for a trim?" I asked myself. "Never."

"Talking to yourself is a sign of insanity." I heard Violet yawn.

She was standing in my doorway wearing a bathrobe. She had probably just gotten out of the shower.

"Well then let's be insane together. We're all mad here." I said quoting her favorite book.

"Look at you reciting literature Mr. 'I hate reading.' Fredericks." She said making air quotes.

I snickered and turned back to my mirror while she went into her room to get dressed.

After about five minutes she walked into my room wearing her usual red sweatpants with a blank tank top. I'm pretty sure those sweatpants are her favorite piece of clothing she owns.

She crawled into my bed and I got in beside her.

"Wait there's something wrong." She said sitting up.

"What is it?" I said moving into a sitting position.

She looked at me and tugged at the bottom of my shirt. She kept her eyes on mine with a smirk across her face. She easily ripped it over my head and threw it on the ground.

"Too much fabric." She whispered into my ear.

I shivered.

"Too cold?"

I nodded.

"Well it's about to get heated."

She pressed her lips on to mine. We hadn't kissed like this in a while. Our lips moved in perfect harmony with one another. She tangled her fingers in my hair and I rested my hands on her waist. Our foreheads were touching and every second got even better. Her lips were so soft. Her frame small and thin. She was like a porcelain doll. I grabbed her face in my hands and pulled away. She looked at me. I rested my thumb on her bottom lip.

"You're breathtaking." I whispered.

"Sawyer?"

"Yes love?"

"When do you have your next concert?"

I smiled. "Three days. Lake George."

"Ok. I'm tired."

"Then go to sleep darling. I'll be right here when you wake up." I whispered.

She smiled and nodded. I laid down and she rested her head on my bare chest.

"Because bones are the comfiest pillow. I need to get you some more food."

"Oh shut up you." I chuckled.

And from there she was out like a light.