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Chapter Seven
It has been about a week since the incident with Mathews. Sawyer and I had fallen asleep, and woke up the next morning. My dad wasn’t too happy about seeing me with a boy in my bed, but he got over it. I was able to get my stitches out, and now I just have scars. My stomach is still pretty sore, but I will live.
I haven’t seen, or talked to Sawyer much since that day. I don’t see him at school anyway, but still. Now it is Friday, and I am looking forward to the weekend.
I walk out of my bathroom and stand in front of my mirror in just a towel. I trace the thin scar that the knife had left on my collarbones. I hadn’t needed stitches, since it wasn’t very deep; but it still left a faint scar. I sigh and head into my closet to get changed. I put on some light blue skinny jeans and a Metallica shirt. I run a brush through my long hair, and put a beanie on. I step out of my closet, and slip on my combat boots. I grab my phone, and keys; and head downstairs.
“Dad, I’m heading to school; I will see you later!” I yell to my dad, who is probably still asleep. I hear a few thuds come from his room upstairs. I smile, and head outside.
“Ambrosia, is that you?” I look behind me when I get to my car. Sawyer is standing on the sidewalk, his arms folded tightly across his chest.
“Yeah, what’s up?” I open the car door, and put my foot up on the seat.
“M-my mom is really sick, and I wouldn’t let her take me to school. I was wondering if you could give me a ride.” He says, or more like whispers.
“Yeah I guess I could give you a ride.” I step around my car, and lead him by the shoulder to the passenger seat. Once he is seated I make my way to the driver’s side. I sit down, and start the engine. Sawyer jumps when the radio starts blaring music. I quickly turn it off.
“Sorry, I guess I forgot to turn it off.” I say, he nods; pressing his lips into a tight line. I start off onto the road, glancing at Sawyer every once in a while. His arms are pressed against his stomach, making it look like he can’t breathe.
“Are you okay, Sawyer?” I whisper, stopping at a red light. I look over and him, and he nods slightly.
“I’m fine.” he mutters, and I frown.
“No, you’re not.” He looks down and I quirk and eyebrow at him.
“It’s my mother; I am just really worried about her. She doesn’t get sick easily, so I don’t know what happened. I don’t know what to do.” He whispers. I purse my lips, and slowly start off on the road again.
“What does she want you to do?” I ask, and he rolls his eyes.
“She told me not to worry, and to go live my life. I can’t help but worry, though. She is all I have right now.”
“Well, I think you should do what your mother tells you.” I say smirking at him, and he scoffs.
“How could I do that? I don’t have a life to live. I don’t have friends; I don’t get invited to parties. And above all I can’t even fucking see!” his hands clench into fists.
