Taming Sawyer (editing)

Chapter 36

Peyton's POV

I laid on my bed, cuddled up in Sawyer's arms, staring at the ceiling. I couldn't obtain all the actions that have happened over the course of a month and a half. Losing once meaningful relationships that I thought were built on trust, trusting and then loving the last person I ever thought I would, getting a little sister, losing that one good thing in my life from his dark past, and having to face even more to come with him. These all build character in someone. Except, usually theses events happen over time and not all at once like a domino effect.

Who falls in love in a few weeks? This I would ask myself time and time again growing up. I would read books from childhood to high school years of a girl falling in love with boy so fast. From Cinderella to Romeo and Juliet. Yes, coming to the conclusion that you're deeply in love with someone when you first see them is kinda outrageous. (But in my defense it was few weeks.) Yet It always gets explained as true love, fate, or destiny. As cheesy as it all sounds, it's true. That's what it feels like. I can't justify it all, and I can't stop myself from feeling it. It's all out of my control. I went from hating him and wanting him to just leave me alone; to loving and caring for him and wanting him to stay.

I know I'm only 17. But I've always had to grow up faster due to my parents busy schedule, my mother's childish-self, and my father just not caring enough to do anything about it. My mom just wants to be involved in the high school life again. One of the reasons why I keep myself out of most the high school scene. I may have exceeded myself in the social standings, but I always kept myself on the down low to keep trouble from coming my way.

Especially after Liam and Ava. I knew my mom would love the drama and some how make it all about her. I finally caved and told her the night everything went wrong. The very next morning she was gone. Didn't care to stay with me that day. She's always going out with my Dad and Vikki. Leaving me home to watch the house. I wish I was able to be a part of those family memories.

"What are you thinking about?" His sweet voice erupted my conflicted thoughts.

"Just life," I shrugged as I snuggled my face into his toned chest. "I missed laying with you,"

His warm hand slowly reached up the baggy sweatshirt of his that I was wearing and began to lightly rub my back. Soothing me. "I missed you,"

I laughed and hit his chest in playful annoyance, "You know what I meant," all I heard in response was his husky chuckle.

Silence washed over us. Not the uncomfortable and awkward kind. It was relaxing and full of content. We were just happy laying there with one another. Knowing that everything was so close to being okay. Only one thing holding us back are dark figures of a terrible past. That will soon become nothing but a faint memory.

Anytime I think about us a few weeks back; I see blindness and child's play. I was blind to fact of our relationship not progressing at a good pace. We barely talked about each other, or how we felt about anything. Didn't know each other's points of views on life. Not even our life goals. We were both obvious to what was coming our way. Or maybe we felt the burn, but our passion filled adrenaline was keeping us numb. I'm sure about my love for him as a whole. I just want to make our love for one another more efficient and strong.

"Want some dessert?" I heard him ask as he raised himself up to hover over me. His face close to mine. Wearing a smile that find myself melting over every time it appears.

"What are we talking about here, Peters?" I smile back at him. My eyes full of admiration.

"Hm... lets see," he leans in father connecting his lips with mine in a quick kiss. "A warm fresh brownie," another kiss. "Scoop of ice cream," another kiss. "Whipped cream," another kiss. "Fresh cherries," another kiss. I couldn't help but giggle each time he would place his lips on mine and continue on with his dessert plans. "Chocolate fudge,"
Kiss. "Caramel," Kiss. "Strawberry syrup," Kiss.

I burst into laughter at his diabetes filled list, "Are you done yet?" I snickered as I pushed him away far enough to look at his face clearly.

"I was done at ice cream," he said with a sly smile. "But I just wanted more reasons to kiss you," with that he placed his lips on mine yet again; only to remove them in a quick motion as he got off my bed. "I'll be right back, sweetheart," He walked towards my door and shut it as he left.

As I waited for him to get back; I looked at my phone to pass time. I swiped in and saw a few messages from an unknown number.

Unknown
Keep these messages a secret.

If you show your precious boyfriend any of these... There will be serious consequences

So listen closely,

You will walk out of the house to run some 'errands' at the local shop on 49th street. There you will find a letter under your car that will lead you to your next destination

You will not read the letter at your home due to the risk of him finding out

Quickly before I do something that'll make you regret even walking into that party.

My heart started beating like crazy. My breathing hitching up to levels I didn't know it could come to. I kept reading the messages over and over again. Hoping it was all just my imagination. I knew we would have to face more. I just didn't think it would be this soon.

The messages had to be from his dad.
'How did he get my number?' Kept running through my mind along with many other things corresponding with the text messages. He has to have an inside link to know all these things he knows about me. Olivia said she felt terrible after she saw how Sawyer and I reacted to the scheme his dad set up for her to complete. Maybe she gave him more information as to where I live. Yet he found me at a theater during the day time.

My mind kept trying to piece everything together. Realizing that I needed to hurry it up. I quickly got myself off the bed and changed into jeans and t-shirt. I walked out my door after I stepped into my sneakers.  I came into the kitchen to find Sawyer looking through the cabinets for god knows what.

I stopped to admire him for a quick second. He's so good to me and deserves to know. But if I did, I don't know what would happen to him. Tears began to form in my eyes at the thought of losing him.

I let out a light cough to let him know I was there and to try and cover up the whimper that wanted to escape and show him what's happening. "I need to go to the store," I said avoiding eye contact to keep myself from breaking down in front of him. "My Mom texted me to go pick up some bread and milk real quick so she doesn't have to stop on her way home tomorrow," I could feel his eyes burning on the back of my neck as I reached my hand for the knob of my front door.

"Is everything okay, Peyton?"
No
"How about you eat the dessert I made you before you go. Brownies and ice cream make everything better," he chuckled at himself.

"No," I said quickly. "I gotta go, bye," I said with a hint of harshness, but not on purpose. I just really need to get out of here and follow the rules I have been given. I ran out the door and to my car. I placed my keys into the ignition and turned it on. Before I backed out of the drive way, I looked forwards to the kitchen window and saw Sawyer standing there with a worried expression. I gave him a forced smiled through the pain and left.

All the tears ran down my face. Most likely making me look like a manic to the people around me. I don't care. All I care about is taking care of this so I can go back to my house to be with Sawyer. I want it all to be over, but I know we're far from the end. So much has already been caused by him. So much pain and fear. How far will his dad go this time?

(A/N): It was all just the calm before the storm...

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