Remember

Chapter 77: In-Tents

My face heats up from how embarrassed I am. Nancy's look of disapproval causes me to look away, feeling guilty.

I don't care if Nancy is scolding him, for what? I'm not sure, but I follow after them.

"A dónde vas?" (Spanish: where are you going) Nancy yells, and I freeze in the middle, too afraid to intervene.

Nancy turns to look at me, a frown planted. I've never seen her this upset and it's kind of frightening. She sighs out loud and throws her hands in the air,

"I give up." She says, shaking her head back and forth. I try smiling at her, but she doesn't look at me and walks pass me.

Sawyer doesn't give a damn about what's going on and continues to pack things in a small leather satchel. I watch as he looks around for something and he pats down his pockets. He's looking for his keys.

"Oh no you don't, you don't get to leave." I say, my voice surprising me by how harsh I sound.

Sawyer stops what he's doing and I see him visibly shake. He turns his head to me, annoyance etched onto his features. He stalks over to me,

"You run all the time, what's the difference?" He seethes, his voice so low I can barely hear him.

That shuts me up, I do run away when I don't know what to do. But Sawyer isn't me.

"You never do, so why now?" I ask. He ignores me and grabs his laptop and he starts heading to the front door. I don't care if I'm barefoot I follow him out the door. He gets into the car and I stand there not knowing what to do.

He unlocks the car and I just take the chance and jump into the passenger side.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Sawyer snaps and I try not to flinch.

"Trying something new." I tell him, crossing my arms and look straight ahead. I'm so angry I can't look at him. 

I buckle up my seat belt and just sit there.

"Something new?" He asks, his voice calm, but I can still hear the edge to it.

"Yes, something new. I'm sticking by your side until you spill something, anything." I tell him, still not looking at him. 

I hear him turn the car on and he starts reversing. My eyes widen slightly and I try to hide my smile.

He's taking me with him, to I don't know where, but it's progress. Progress.

I don't say a word, but after driving non stop for an hour, I start to get worried.

"Where are we going?" I question. I look out the window, and there is nothing for miles, just fields of grass and dirt. The road is lonely, maybe one or two cars ahead and behind us.

"I don't want to jump to conclusion, but I'm going to jump anyway. Are we going camping?" I question, trying not to freak out and trying to make light of the situation.

Sawyer turns his head to me and raises a questioning eyebrow.

"I'm not a killer." He chuckles, reading my thoughts.

"You laughing isn't making the situation any better." I say, looking out the window.

"You shouldn't have come." He says.

"You shouldn't be so stubborn." I reply back, but silence is what I'm met with.

We finally make it to a gas station and my bladder is full. But I have no shoes.

"I need to pee." I yell out to Sawyer before he slams the door shut.

He stops and turns to me,