High Buns, Suitcases and Cigars

High Buns Suitcases and Cigars | 28

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The thought of Sawyer doing anything remotely bad to Marnie made

me rush Gwen to hurry faster, that she was wasting time.

Shooting me a glare, she punched the gas, shooting down the road. In minutes, she pulled up to his house. He lived big, very big, but I paid no attention as I made my way up the pathway.

I was tense. My hand locked in a fist. Only Marnie could make me worry like this. Damn her!

I banged against the door. The sudden realization that maybe they weren't here sent a cold sweat through me.

If she just stayed put.

If she just listened to me.

So many ifs.

The door swung open to reveal a smiling Sawyer. His smile sent a terrifying chill through me.

Without thinking, I pushed him back, grabbing hold of his shirt. "Where is she?" I sneered, bringing our faces close.

"She?"

I grabbed his neck, choking him. "Where is she?! And don't play games Sawyer, because I swear I'll bash your fucking head in." I threatned.

Before he could reply, Marnie appeared around the corner, arms wrapped around herself to keep warm. I noticed how red and swollen her lips were, and her shirt was slightly dishevelled.

"R-rowen?" She asked, her voice quiet, before she suddenly staggered and dropped to the floor, before passing out cold.

Author'e Note: i rather like this chapter. :)