Remember

Chapter 39: Caught in the Middle

I know I should be worried and scared that someone slipped a mic on me today. I'm still trying to figure out who could have done that and if it was someone I interacted with during school.

Sawyer doesn't seem worried; he's more angry if anything. What sort of trouble is he in? And now I'm being dragged into it. I walk back into the house, ready to put my foot down and gain some answers. Although any tactic I try, Sawyer somehow manages to divert or not answer the question. Putting my foot down will be no different.

I don't spot Sawyer immediately, but I hear him banging around in the kitchen. I take a deep breath and put my thick curls up into a messy bun. I stand by the door way, watching Sawyers muscular back moving about angrily. His head slightly turns to me, and I see his jaw tighten, and his muscles on his arms tense.

"I don't know what is happening, but I need answers." I sternly say, standing where I am; literally planting my feet down.

He finally turns around with a coffee mug in hand and places it on the kitchen island. "Warm milk." Is all he says. I still stand where I am, rolling my eyes.

"Okay, at least tell me this; am I in danger?" My voice slightly rising in volume.

"You should drink it before it gets cold." He warns.

"Ugh!" I huff. I briskly walk to the counter grab the mug of milk, push Sawyer out of the way, but he doesn't budge; so I end up stretching my arm out to reach the sink. He just stands there watching me pour the milk down the sink. "Am I in danger?" I ask one more time, turning to look at Sawyers dark green eyes. Sawyer calmly leans against the sink, his arms crossed over his chest.

"No." He bluntly states, picking up a clean mug from the sink and handing back the milk I thought I poured into the sink, but instead landed directly into the mug he set up. He walks away, leaving me with a warm cup of milk in my hand. I begrudgingly drink it, and I see a slight smirk on Sawyers face as he walks away.

Sawyer disappears somewhere in this ginormous house and I'm left alone. Every book I've taken from Sawyers never ending shelf are all spread out on my bed. I lie comfortably, pillows surrounding me and I grab which ever book and start reading. I'm so captivated by every word in the book, I don't hear the bed room door opening.

"Something's off." I hear Sawyer state. I'm startled by the sudden loudness of his voice and I move the book out from my face to look at Sawyer.

"What?" I ask, not hearing him the first time.

"Something's fucking off." He says, standing in the middle of the room, eyeing everything.

"Yea, your brain." I mumble to myself. I know he heard me when he glares at me.

"Was this opened?" He asks, pointing to the open window.

"Yes, it was stuffy. I opened it a while ago." I tell him. He hmms in response, not liking my answer. I watch as he walks to the window and looks all around.

"Foot-print." He grumbles. He finds a spot of dirt, that forms a third of a footprint. I get up from the bed and walk over to see. It could be mine.

"Someone has been in here?" I ask, getting scared. A chill runs down my spine and I feel goosebumps running throughout my body. Sawyer closes the window, locking it behind him. He looks all around the room and I know something else is bothering him.

"Yea, Nancy." He says. I watch as he puts something in his pocket, he's found something else.

"Oh, right." I say, still a little shaken up. I yawn, too tired to start thinking about scary scenarios. My room is freezing cold and I cuddle up into all the blankets, thankful Nancy brought a lot of them the other day.