Taming Sawyer (editing)

Chapter 43

Peyton's POV

I woke up in a dark place. A place that was not my home, and Sawyer was no longer beside me.

The last thing I remember is going to sleep last night. So comfortable in my bed with my wonderful boyfriend next to me. But now I'm sitting on cold wet grass, with my ankle chained to a metal stake in the ground. There's no doubt in my mind that Sawyer's dad was up to this.

What else did we do? Was Anna's death not good enough for him? Was he not satisfied with the sadness and hurt that's been taking over our lives lately? I guess not. If he was, I'd be eating the breakfast Sawyer had made for me; because,  he's the better cook out of the both of us. Most of all, he has the biggest heart.

He cares so much about everyone that isn't him. Yes, he  fights to make sure that no one knows the real him. But it's all an act so people won't be scared of they actual truth. He scares them with the thought of him being a angry druggie, but he would never be that. He's so much more than that. Underneath the frown and tattoos , as cliche as it is, there's an actual sweet boy there. One that cares too much about other people that he can't take care of himself half the time.

I wish we could just be in a dream and we were back at my house sleeping the day away.

"Isn't it Peyton Anderson?"

Sawyer's POV

I woke up in Peyton's bed, but with no Peyton beside me. My head is pounding like a million hangovers at once. I felt the top of my head where it hurt the worse. To only bring my hand back to eye sight and see blood. I cannot recall what all happened. It's all a blur. I went to sleep soundly with her by me; then woke up in agonizing pain and Peyton no where to be seen or heard.

I checked everywhere. Her mom and sister were still in bed and I didn't want to bother them. So I left on my own. I stepped out the door, making sure to lock it behind me, and got in my car.

I only knew of one person that would even want to take her away from me, my father, Ramsey. I should've known that after Anna being killed that he wouldn't stop at that. He has no mercy. He won't stop until I back down. I should've done that long ago when he first started wanting me to come back home; but, I wanted to fight. I never fought those first fifteen years living with them. I would always take the beating. I wanted to prove to myself that I was strong enough to take him. Obviously, I'm not. My girlfriend has been taken away from me. My mind keeps wondering off to the worse possible outcomes and situations of her and it's driving me crazy. I should've left her alone after the whole Olivia thing went down. She would've been better off without me.

I make a sudden stop on the empty highway and cry. I can't help it. It's all my fault. I'm too selfish that I took the risk of staying with her.

I heard my phone ding.

Unknown
Maybe if you really loved her you would've left her alone when you had the chance

I cried even harder.

Peyton's POV

"Hello?" I called out into the darkness.

All I heard in response was laughter.

A familiar laugh.

"Who are you? What do you want?" My mind ran off with even more questions but I kept my mouth shut to not tick anyone off.

"Don't you know who I am?"

Obviously not or I wouldn't have asked.