Mile High // Sawyer Hartman

Chapter 4

Sawyer carried me bridal style to his car. I hardly even knew this man, but for the first time in months, I felt safe. He opened the passenger door of his bright yellow sports car and put me in. His reaches over to buckle my seat belt but I stop him.

Sunni- I can do something for myself, you know?

Sawyer- Yeah, I know.

I buckle my own seat belt and he walked around the car, gets in, and we take off speeding down the road. The ride was silent until I spoke up

Sunni- Why are you doing this?

Sawyer- Doing what?

Sunni- Helping me and letting me stay with you tonight. Especially after I rejected you in front of your friends.

Sawyer- Well you don't have anywhere else to go. Do you?

Sunni- Well I do have a motel room... Wait how do you know that?

Sawyer- I guessed, I mean your like 16, your most Likely a runaway.

I turned my head away and looked out the window.

Sawyer- I'm right, arnt I?

Sunni- Yeah, I guess you are.

Sawyer- And I care about you.

Sunni- Really?

Sawyer- yes.

Sunni- Why?

Sawyer- I don't know.

Then we were silent untill we pulled into his apartment complex.

Sawyer- Here we are.

We climed out of his car and went inside to an elevator. He pushed the 3rd floor button and up we went. The elevator was silent to until I spoke up.

Sunni- I'm 17. 

I said suddenly.

Sawyer- What?

Sunni- I'm 17, almost 18.

Sawyer- Oh, okay.