Remember

Chapter 78: Story in the Stars

I stand there not surprised at all, I should have expected this. Sawyer being nice, because he was lying the whole damn time.

I stand there watching as Drew drives further and further. Sawyer hasn't given me his time of day, his back is toward me, but I know he's angry.

I just stand there, waiting to see what Sawyer will do.

I'm not going to get angry.

I'm not going to get angry.

Note to self: don't be rash.

Sawyer pulls at his hair in frustration and I hear him curse out loud and when he turns to look at me, I just let everything out.

I run to him, and start screaming. I'm so angry with everything.

"What was that?" I yell. Sawyers calm demeanor makes me angrier. He's silent, just watching my every move. This only makes me charge faster at him and I start kicking and punching him.

"Where did he go? What did you give him?" I keep screaming out questions, questions he won't ever answer.

He lets me punch him a few times, but none seem affective on him.

"I hate you so much." I yell into his face, Sawyer doesn't flinch. He eventually grabs my arms and holds them tight. I try wiggling myself free, but he's too strong.

"Why?" I continue to scream. I hate how when I get angry, I immediately start to cry. He embraces me harder.

"Why?" I ask more to myself and continue to whisper that word.

Sawyer pulls me closer and I try pulling away. Everything is a blur after this.

I stir awake and sit up in bed. I look all around the tent, everything is neatly organized. I yawn, exhausted from crying all night.

I don't see any sign of Sawyer, which is a good thing. I grab a huge sweater from Sawyers things and put it on. I unzip the tent and walk out.

The fresh crisp air, the smell of pine trees and the chirping birds keep me at ease. I rub the sleep from my eyes and take in my surroundings. I can see a lake not too far from where we are, and trees, a bunch of trees.

I spot Sawyer from my peripheral vision, and I can smell the fire he's just started. He's making breakfast. I know he spots me and I can feel him looking at me, but I ignore him and walk straight for the lake.

Sawyer is right, camping is a great way to have a piece of mind. If only Sawyer wasn't here. Then I would appreciate the calm of everything around me.

I find a patch of grass to sit on and just watch the water and it's ripples. I watch the birds swooping in to catch fish and I let the breeze and fresh air fill me.

For a split second, I feel like I'm where I should be. That Sawyer might actually know what he's doing and I should let go and trust him. It's sounds easier said than done.

"You should eat." Sawyer says behind me. And I turn startled. There he goes, telling me what to do. I can't look at his face and when he sits down next to me and shows me the plate of eggs and bacon, I resist and walk away.

I trip over a branch, and I start falling face first. I have no time to react and put my arms in front to stop me. I hiss in pain as both my knees scrape the floor and both my palms slam into the rock filled dirt.

Within seconds Sawyer is by my side.

"Are you okay?" He asks, but I don't answer. I pull away from his grip and get off the ground myself. I can feel blood dripping from one of my knees and I limp back to the tent.