Searching For Sawyer

|3| 20 Questions

Chapter 3

I lay on the hull of the boat, the sun keeping me warm. Luckily we managed to find a blanket in one of the boat compartments; so I don't resemble a drowned rat so much.

"Let's play 20 questions." I heard his voice call out.

I feel suspicious, he's pretty much bound to ask about what happened earlier. I'm definitely not ready to talk about it. " I don't know..."

He cut me off, quickly sensing my hesitation. "Come on, it'll be fun. If you really don't want to answer a question you can skip it. Deal?" His eyes lightly pleaded with me.

"Eugh, fine. But I'll definitely be skipping some." I warned him, pushing back the smile that was edging on my face.

He let out a smirk. Damn his dauntingly good looks. I blush at my thoughts. Keep it together Sawyer. His smirk seems to have gotten wider at my reaction. I quickly start before he can say anything.

"OK me first... I'll start easy... When's your birthday?" I glance up at him.

"December 22nd, 1998," 

" So that makes you 18." I confirm.

"Last time I checked." He winks. I roll my eyes. 

"So then how old are you?" His gaze settles on me.

"18, like you. I just graduated school." He smiles at me. My brain feels scrambled, the smile he's giving me is to much. I look away, making sure to keep a blank expression.

A few questions later I begin to relax. So far they've all been pretty simple.

For that I'm grateful.

"Do you have any siblings?" I ask. A pained expression flashes in his eyes.

He looks down, his black hair flopping over those jading blue eyes. "No." His voice is gruff as he speaks. I change the subject quickly, sensing I had reached private territory. "Um ok, well I'm pretty sure that was 20 questions." I force a smile on my face. There was still one more question, but I didn't think I would like it so much, judging by his now suspicious expression.

"Actually, I'm pretty sure I have one more question." He smirks, clearly noting the defeated look on my face.

"Ok fine. Get it over with." I mock glare at him, silently dreading what he might ask.

A serious expression takes over his face. "Who were you running from?" His voice is questioning, his eyes demanding an answer.

Called it.

"Skip." There's finality in my tone. I'm damn well not answering that. I just want to forget about it, he's definitely not helping with that.

"You need to tell someone, whatever happened it seems pretty serious; judging by the state you're in." He pauses, his eyes soften before asking, "were you attacked.. You know by a guy or..." His voice trails off.

I shake my head and look away, refusing to look into those eyes. Eyes that just make me want to admit everything. Every haunting memory clouding my mind, every disgusting action that came with them.

"It doesn't matter." I pause, trying to keep my voice controlled. "Okay? Would you just leave it alone. Please?" My voice breaks as I ask this. Damn it sawyer. Stop being so fucking weak.

Moments later and he still hasn't said anything. I slowly turn my head to face him. I avoid looking him in the eye, I stare at his dishevelled hair instead.

He lets out a sigh. "Fine, you don't have to tell me." He glances away. "I get it." He lets out a another tired sigh before whispering: "I really do." His eyes stare into mine. There's pain in his eyes.

There's also sympathy.

Jesus. I don't want his fucking pity. I don't need it. I mean I barely met the guy, and he suddenly wants me to spill my guts to him. Not fucking likely.

My eyes remain staring at the floor, noting how worn the decking of the boat is. His voice interrupts my thoughts. " Hey, I still don't know your name... um... mine's Cabe Birch."

"That's a pretty unusual name," I smirk at his reddening face. I didn't know he knew how to blush.

"Well, I guess you could say my parents aren't brilliant at naming there kids. Now, stop avoiding it. What's your name?" His eyes look at me expectantly.

He's right; I have been avoiding it. I don't know wether I should be honest or not. After all, he could know him. I shudder at the thought. I'll be safe. "My name's Lily Adams." The lie leaves my mouth easily. I grit my teeth. I don't like to lie, but it's necessary. I won't allow even a remote chance of him finding me.

I can't.

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Okay well, dun dun dun... There's the third chapter. I know I probably make loads of mistakes and whatever else, but don't be to critical. I'm a very amateur writer, (emphasis on the amateur), so I probably will. But thank you to anyone who gives it a chance, I really appreciate it. ;)

P.s: the chapters will get longer as I go on. Once I get into the flow of it and all... 

- Valerie