Taming Sawyer (editing)

Chapter 42

Peyton's POV

I know it's him crying on the other side of this thin wood door. The sobs are soft but loud enough to be heard. He's hurting and I don't know how to help him. 'Time heals all' they say. But not all wounds heal completely, and I think this is one of them.

I knocked on the door so I wouldn't walk in on him. He wouldn't want me to see him like that even though I don't mind to comfort him.

"Sawyer?"

It took a few seconds before I heard a reply.

"Yea?"

I hate hearing the pain in his voice.

"The food is here," there was silence. "Do you want me to bring you a plate?"

"No, thank you. I'm not hungry,"

A clear sign of grief is loss of appetite. But he needs to eat.

"You need to eat, Sawyer. You haven't ate in three days," Since the day Anna died.

"I'm not hungry!" He yelled through the door.

He has never yelled at me through anger before. I know he's not mad at me. He's just grieving.

I turned around and started walking towards the stairs.

"Sweetheart,"

I turn around and see a broken down Sawyer. I cried instantly. I didn't say anything. I just ran back to him and embraced him in my arms.

"I want her back so bad," he cried into my neck. "She was too young, Peyton! She was only 35! She had her whole life ahead of her! She was the only parent I had, and he took her from me!"

"He?"

They said Anna died from the fire.

"Yes, he," he said with a cold tone. He pulled away and grabbed my hand to lead me to bedroom. He closed the door and we sat on the bed. "When I received some of Anna's belongings that survived the fire, I found a letter inside her wallet," he reached into his vest pocket and pulled out a letter. "Read it,"

I took out of his hand carefully, scared of what I'll read.

This is what happens when you don't follow the rules, my son

I felt chills go down my spine.

"What is wrong with man?"

"The question is, what isn't wrong with that man?" he let out a fake laugh. A laugh made out of anger.

"We have to do something,"

"You think I don't know that?" He snipped. "I'm sorry... it's just-"

"It's okay, I understand," I grabbed his hand and squeezed his hand. In return he gave me a closed mouth smile.

"I'm coming up with a plan to outsmart him, but when I come up with it I can't tell you. It's clear that he already heard our conversation from the day it happened. So, when things go down, just try to act as clueless as you can. He may hear us now, but he still won't know what's coming from me,"

I nodded my head as a simple answer to his plans.

"Now," I say rising up from the bed. " let's go eat, okay? You need to,"