High Buns, Suitcases and Cigars

High Buns Suitcases and Cigars | 31

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"I told you sweetheart, he's an asshole."

I knew that. From the day I met him, when he slammed the door in my face, I knew he was an asshole. But what I still didn't know was why he directed his attitudes and words at me.

I hung my head, feeling slightly guilty. If I hadn't provoked him, and just let it go, maybe he'd still be here. And maybe he wouldn't have called me a bitch.

But that still didn't give him a valid excuse to insult me. He needed to learn to control himself.

"Hey.. don't get upset over him." Sawyer's soothingly spoke, coming behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist. "He's an idiot to push you away. I wouldn't even dream of hurting you in that kind of way, if you know, if you ah lived with me."

I blushed at his sweetness. No boy has ever talked to me like that, or about me. No one has talked about me like that! But it was a nice, joyous feelings, one that I liked.

"Thanks. That.. that means alot. No one's ever told me that before." I whispered, sudden shyness overtaking me.

He pulled back and spun me around to face him. "What? Not even your parents?" He asked in wonder.

I blinked. Once. Twice. Praying that the tears wouldn't come out at the mention of my parents. I hated that word. Parents. Guardian. That word meant protection, trust, loyalty. All those things that parents are supposed to be to their child. Those unspoken rules that they shouldn't be anything but that. But my parents failed to see that. They don't know how to be a parent. What it means to be a parent! All they fucking do is sit on their asses and drink, smoke and sell drugs.

I didn't realize I was crying until Sawyer wrapped his arms around me and into his chest.

He shushed me as I cried, staining his shirt with my tears. "Shh, you don't have to talk about it if you don't want to." He ran his fingers through my hair, shushing me softly as he wiped away the remaining tears.

After I was sure no more tears would fall, I pulled back from his shirt, snifflling.

God, I just showed him how weak I was. Vulnerable. And I'm not weak, not me!

I hated crying, crying in front of people. It made me feel like I was whiny person who couldn't handle anything, and I was anything but that.

"Sorry about that." I said, sniffling slightly. He gave me a smile, before hugging me again.

"No worries. It's normal to cry Marnie. And it shows how strong you've been to hold in all those tears and emotions. Not a lot of people can do that you know." He reassured me, still smiling.

I never thought of it like that. That instead of being weak, it made me strong. Flashing him a weak smile, I kissed his cheek.

"Thanks Sawyer. Your, your a really good person to have around."

He was. I needed someone like him around, someone who knew how to help guide me through this suffocating darkness. And he was that person. My lifesaver if so be it.

Grabbing my hand, he led me to his room. "How about we watch some Netflix?" He asked, winking. "Perferably The Walking Dead?"

That show was my favorite! If anything, that was the only thing that could make me geniunely happy and content.

"Perferably hell yeah!" I was about to get under the covers, when he stopped me.

"You're getting under with your clothes on?" He asked, confused. I stopped, getting nervous. I didnt want to change in front of him, much less be half-naked.

"Uh, yeah? I don't want to change in front of you."

He laughed. "I'll leave okay?" He laughed again, before backing out and shutting the door behind him.

I let out a breath, my nerves running. Slipping out of my pants, I dropped them on the floor. I was left in nothing but my panties. Thankfully, I had a tank top on under my shirt. After undressing, I realized I was going to be in bed with Sawyer, in a tank top and panties, while watching Netflix.

Reassuring myself that nothing was going to happem, I yelled out that I was ready. He walked in, his eyes immediatly looking over my outfit. He whistled once, before smiling.

"You're so beautiful. I can't imagine why Rowen would push you away."

Smirking, I climbed into bed. "I get that alot actually." I joked, winking at him. Laying back, I realized that this was exactly what I needed. I needed someone who could support me, who knew how to keep me happy, and help
me through all my problems.

And Sawyer was that person.

Author's Notes: Hey guys! I'd really like it if you guys checked out my new story, The Anatomy of Grayson's Lips, and Sam's Forgotten Emails. Thanks!