Remember

Chapter 29: The Art of Lying

Knowing Sawyer for such a short amount of time; I have come to realize he is the most impatient person I've ever met. It's either his way or the highway, it's like he needs to be doing something twenty -four -seven. Whether it's bossing me around, or doing whatever guys do.

His moody and bossy attitude is making me grow tired of being around Sawyer. I leave Evans office, still trying to make sense of Sawyers small threat of sending me to Drews. Which I don't consider a threat at all, in fact I'd rather be there than anywhere. I run upstairs to pack a bag of clothes and I can still hear is constant horn honking. The neighbors will certainly call in for disturbing.

The constant blare of Sawyer honking reminds me how annoyed I am. I want to see how long it takes for Sawyer to come barging back inside and what he'll do to get me to leave with him. I slowly walk to the kitchen and take my time pouring myself a glass of water.

One....two...three....four....five..six; I hear Sawyer honk again. I continue to look through the fridge while counting down for the next honk.

One...two...three....fou..., I smile to myself knowing his non existing patients is thinning. Right as I shut the refrigerator door, Sawyer honks a really long one. When will he break? I know he knows, I must be doing this on purpose. I almost feel like I'm counting down for the next pound of thunder.

"What is with the honking?" I hear Evan grumble as he comes out of his office. He catches me mid sip, and his face morphs into realization. He looks exhausted, his eyes are red and his usually combed hair is sticking up in all directions. He still looks young for his age and I can see a hint of a five o' clock shadow. He has been busy more than usual, doing what? I'm not sure.

I don't have time to explain anything to Evan; Sawyer just barges in, his eyebrows furrowed. I thoroughly enjoy trying to get under Sawyers skin any way I can. His glare and piercing green eyes have me running straight to the car, not wanting to hear Sawyer and his scolding.

Now it's my turn to wait impatiently in the car, while Sawyer starts arguing with his brother. The windshield wipers screech against the pouring rain. I lean my head against the cool window and rest my eyes, the windshield noise wiping at a steady beat that calms me down.

"Warm yet?" Sawyer asks and I get up and put the heat on full blast. He clearly doesn't know what warm is. He throws my bag of clothes to the back seat. My attention goes back to outside, the rain and it's mesmerizing movements. The tapping of the rain on the car gives me a certain sense of peace, I close my eyes once again, just listening to the murmuring of the rain. And for a moment I feel like I belong and I'm not a missing piece from a puzzle.

My peace only lasts a second when Sawyer presses on the break hard and my body is flung forward slightly. My eyes widen at the sudden halting screech, I look to Sawyer confused and panicked.

"Stupid deer." He grumbles and continues driving. My heart still is pounding while Sawyer looks...normal? I don't see any deer and my eyes scan everywhere. And I turn to Sawyer wondering if he actually did see a deer or something else.

Something's different about Sawyer and I can't seem to figure out what it is. He hasn't tried starting a conversation. I watch him closely and I notice he's sitting agonizingly still. He's wearing his usual white shirt and dark pants, he just put on a navy blue beanie. Ok attire is the same. His never leaving scowl is on point. I look closer at him and notice his tattoos look a little darker than usual.

Sawyer is too busy driving to notice that I'm observing him. There's something off about his arm tattoo. I bring my face slightly closer, close enough where Sawyer wouldn't notice. It's still too dark to tell. It almost looks like a fresh bruise. I bring my finger up to push on it, and immediately Sawyer flinches away before I can touch it. He turns to me angry,