Playing With Fire

Prologue

A/N: Prepare to be slightly depressed by this prologue. 

Sawyer sat at the bar with his twin brother. Malik was good company to keep in a place like this. The former Navy SEAl would be able to keep him out of the trouble he was seeking. 

Taking another shot he felt the rush of adrenaline that came with it. The rush that made him feel invincible, far from the truth. As it turned out, he was weak. Weak of body and very weak of mind. How had he lost his way?

Why did people call him a hero for taking a bullet to save his son, but wouldn't every parent do the same were his only thoughts on the matter. Those same people also said sorry when his wife Emily was killed. Yet they didn't realize their words only hurt him more. If only he had been a little faster, she would still be alive.

Sawyer reached to ask for a another shot before Malik stopped him, and stood up. "You dont need any more tonight Sawyer, you've already had enough to last you the entire damn week." he said in that brotherly voice of his. 

It was another thing Sawye loved about his brother. Malik had never said sorry about Emily, in fact the only advice his twin gave, was to get back on his feet. However at this moment in time, the only thing Sawyer remembered, was how much he wanted to punch his brother in the face. 

"Why are you helping me Malik? You have a wife and two kids to go home to." was what he said instead of punching him. 

Malik looked at him calmly before answering. "When I came home from the war, you kept me from killing myself on drugs and alcohol due to PTSD. Now I'm just repaying the favor," Malik said, before half dragging Sawyer to his feet. This was to far though. 

"I'm not that drunk you fucker, let go of me." Sawyer replied with a small chuckle as he pulled himself out of Malik's grip of stone.

"Than quit feeling sorry for yourself, I swear you're starting to depress me now." he teased opening the door. 

Sawyer walked out, than froze. There she was, just standing there looking lost. The most beautiful human he had ever seen, despite her dirty hair and torn clothing. It was then that he knew what he had to do. If Sawyer was going to get his life back together, she was the way to do it.