Searching For Sawyer

|2| We meet

"Who the fuck are you and why the fuck are you in my boat?"

He sounded pretty angry, although it's hard to tell when a panic attack is in the midst of my future.

"Can't brea-th" I managed to to scratch out, my chest getting tighter by the second.

He seemed oblivious to my dilemma as he continued to rant. "How the fuck did you even get on my boat? I fucking swore I anchored it near the cliff, unless you're so fucking psycho that you..."

His voice trailed off in what I can only assume realisation to the position I'm in.

"Hey, are you okay? I didn't mean to freak you out that bad. Are you having a panic attack or something."

I heard him lightly mutter something about a sister, before everything went black.

•••

My eyes shot open. A blue sky faced me. What the hell? Where was I? It suddenly all rushed back to me, racing along the cliff, the boat, him watching me. But... I escaped. Relief channeled my thoughts. Although, I swear there was something else.. I brought my hand to my head, attempting to remember that final part.

Hmm, it's just not coming to me. I bring my hand to rest on my lap.

Fuck.

Red blood covers my hands. It's only then that I become aware of the sharp stinging from the back of my head.

•••

"Where are you taking me?"

I laughed, as we trailed along the grassy track.

"You'll find out." He smiled down at me.

I can't help but feel like there was a strangely menacing look in his eyes.

I brush it off. I liked him, despite the fact we had only just met. "C'mon just give me a hint." I cajoled him. His eyes flashed with danger. He covered it with a smile.

"You'll like it." His voice was strong, cutting off mine. A sadistic look trickled in his eyes.

"You know what, it's getting kind of late. Maybe we should head back, take me tomorrow." I fixed a smile on my face, slight fear churned in my stomach.

"No, we're going now. Just be quiet." His smile was long gone, a cruel smirk there instead. I began to struggle, his hands bound around mine, leaving no room for argument. Stupid Sawyer, what the hell was I thinking, he's a fucking stranger. " I really want to go now, please." My voice became desperate, panic overcame my senses.

"Shut up." A strong force hit the back of my head. Black spots filled my vision. I let out a shriek before everything goes black.

•••

"I see your awake." A voice jolts me from my thoughts. I glance towards the figure staring at me intently, my bleeding head long forgotten. A shadow covers his face, ceasing my view.

He's tall, definitely over 6 foot with lean muscles. Damn he's really hot. I chide myself in my head. Jeez Sawyer get a grip.

"Uh, hi." My voice sounds scratchy to my ears, I attempt to clear it, which results in a slight coughing fit. Red adorns my cheeks.

"Can I ask why you're on my boat?" His eyebrows are raised, questioning me.

"No." I cut off defensively. He looks shocked at my abrupt answer. His eyes glance down my body. I look to.

Well shit.

My light blue shirt's ripped beyond recognition. My bra on show, if not for my long, cherry-red hair. I had on shorts but they were ripped off, leaving my pale underwear, just barely covered by the remainder of my shirt.

I raise my eyes up to his, challenging him. I refuse to be embarrassed. I've been through hell, I can handle some ripped clothes.

"What." I snap. My eyes never leaving his cold blue ones.

"You're a bit roughed up. Who were you running from." Slight anger takes over his features, as if he was remembering something painful.

"No one." I trail off, "Do you have anything I can wear, please." My voice is gentler, trying to soften him. He looked seriously sad for a second.

He begins to come towards me. I squeeze my eyes shut and flinch back.

"Hey listen, I'm not gonna hurt you." He pauses and I hear rustling. "Take this, for your head." His soft voice convinces me to open my eyes.

He stands in front of me holding a slightly damp towel. My eyes down, I take the towel and press it against my head. Confusion takes over my features at his kind gesture. I glance up.

I almost drop the towel. Holy fuck. He's gorgeous. Black hair flops over his bright blue eyes. High cheekbones and a sharp jawline emphasises the beauty he possesses, and his pink lips make him look completely kissable. I blush at my thoughts, quickly looking down.

"Thanks, I guess. For this." I raise the towel.

"It's fine. You needed it. I don't really have anything for you to wear. Unless you want my shirt." A slight smirk covers his face. A sexy smirk. Damn it, Sawyer. I shake my head, a vain attempt to rid me of my thoughts.

"That's okay, I think I'll manage." My voice comes out a whisper. The spark of confidence I had earlier now long gone. A slight rocking sensation goes through me. I glance around.

Woah.

We were in the middle of the sea. Why the hell weren't we moving. My forehead wrinkles in confusion. I voice my thoughts. "Why aren't we going anywhere." I ask, looking at him for an answer.

"Well you did kill my engine with your insane driving. We're at least an hours out to sea as well, thanks to you. I called someone to come pick us up, though he'll be another 20 minutes."

He still stares intently at me, as if trying to figure out what the hell happened to drive me to do this. It was unsettling to say the least. Especially considering I had less than no clothes on.

"Sorry about that, um.. It was necessary at the time." My voice breaks a little. I refuse to think about these past few days.

His eyes soften. "It's okay." He pauses. "Well we still have a little more time to kill. Any suggestions on what we should do?" His voice turns playful. I'm grateful for the distraction.

"Well, I do have a few." I lightly smile. I'd do anything to forget for a little while.

"Let's get started then." He smiles as well, he shocks me with how good he looks with a genuine smile. 

This should be fun.