Remember

Chapter 24: Upper Hand

"We can't go back like this. We're covered in blood." I say, stopping us from walking back to Evans.

"There're extra clothes in my car." He tells me as he rolls his eyes. We're back to annoyed Sawyer.

"Where exactly is your car?" I ask, knowing his car is at Evans house and people will definitely spot us. When Sawyer doesn't bother to answer me; I take in my surroundings and fall a few feet behind Sawyer. When he's annoyed I've learned to back off.

Who ever tried killing that girl can still be out here somewhere, roaming free. What if it was someone from the party? And how is the girl connected to Sawyer? Sawyer admitted to knowing her, but didn't give any detail as usual. It's starting to get really cold and I can't believe Sawyer is shirtless. He doesn't look like the cold is bothering him one bit. I watch as his tall figure walks confidently in front of me. I notice that he turns his head every few minutes to make sure that I'm behind him.

"Aren't you cold?" I ask, shivering in only the small thin dress I have on.

"Used to it." I hear him mutter and he puts his hands in his pocket. I look at his back, and from where I'm standing I can see the scar marks from last time. They've healed but look so painful.

"How did you get those scars? You never told me the story?" I'm curious and want to know if he hangs out with dangerous people or could be a drunk story?

"You don't want to know." He tersely remarks, and he slightly turns to glare at me. But I still keep going, I have more gut knowing I'm way back here.

"I don't want to know or you don't want to tell me?" I question further. I watch as his hands ball into fists.

"Both." He says with finality. Guess he's not ready yet. I try changing the subject since he's sore about every topic.

"So, who do you think did it?" I want to know, help figure this out. I can't help but feel that I'm connected to all of this somehow and I'm on high alert. If only Sawyer would divulge in giving out information. He does this thing where he makes my curiosity grow and it gets on my nerves not to be able to know anything.

"A few guesses who." He casually shrugs his shoulder and pushes his curls back. Why doesn't he seem concerned? As I'm about to ask him another question, his phone starts to ring. He turns to me eyeing me suspiciously and answers his phone. I try listening in but soon figure out he's talking in a different language. He sounds extremely angry and I walk slower.

"Do you have any spare change? I'm hungry." I hear a croaky voice coming from somewhere in the dark. From the corner of my eye I spot someone sitting on the floor, struggling to get up. He's wearing oversized worn out pants and an improperly baggy button up shirt. His sad eyes meet mine and I see his eyes pleading, praying that I would spare him a few. I look at him apologetically knowing I have no money on me. I run to Sawyer and interrupt his phone call.

"Do you have any spare change?" I poke Sawyer on his chest. He glares at me and he looks angry. His eye brows are knit together and his lips narrow. He points to his phone and turns away from me. I huff annoyed and attempt to interrupt him again.

"Come on, it's important." I poke his back this time. He turns to me again his face expression hard. I point to the homeless man on the floor, probably freezing. He turns to where I'm pointing; he looks back at me and rolls his eyes. He points a finger up for me to wait and holds his phone between his ear and neck. He takes something out of his pocket and I see that it's a wallet. He's still harshly talking to someone on the phone and I flinch every time he replies. He looks through his wallet and takes out a twenty and hands it to me.