Remember

Chapter 79: No Cliff Hangers

I stir awake as soon as warmth leaves me and Sawyers is staring down at me. I sit up, confused and extremely exhausted.

"Hey." Sawyer says and he runs his hands through his messy curls. Sawyer stands up to grab a water bottle.

"Hi." I whisper in return and look around me. We slept outside? My eyes widen at this realization.

"Sleep good?" He asks.

How did I sleep? All I remember is that stupid nightmare.

"I think so." I lie to him, I can still sleep for another twenty four hours.

"That's good, I guess." He says as he starts folding the blankets.

I can feel the awkwardness in the air and we're both trying to avoid what ever happened last night.

"I made breakfast." He nods at the table, and I turn to look at the food he made.

"Looks good." I tell him. I'm all of a sudden nervous to be around him that I just keep my eyes on the pancakes and bacon.

We both sit quietly at the table and eat our food. Sawyers acting strange, hell I'm acting strange.

"I can't stand this..." I huff out, and drop my fork onto the plate.

Sawyer looks up at me confused,

"My chewing?" He asks and I look at him.

"I can't stand us." I tell him and get up. I don't have an appetite to eat this morning.

I start aggressively folding and organizing, packing things away. I grab Sawyers keys and start stuffing everything into the trunk of his car.

"What the hell are you doing?" I hear his loud voice boom.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" I say, not looking at him.

I need to leave, I need to go back home. I can't be here.

"Opal." I hear Sawyer, but I drown him out.

"Opal, let go of me." Sawyer says and I realize I have a tight grip on his arm, my nails digging into his skin.

"Are you okay?" He asks after prying my hand out.

"I want to go home." I whisper. I'm being paranoid but after that dream who wouldn't?

"You're burning up." He says and hands me a cold bottled water.

"Why aren't you listening to me? I want to go home." I plead, my voice cracking.

"We can't." He says and I just lose it. I grab the keys and run to the drivers side and start the car. I have no idea how to drive, but I'm going to try.

I try pressing the gas but it doesn't go and makes an ugly sound. I can hear Sawyer screaming in a different language and he opens my side of the door. He leans over and takes out the keys, and pulls me out of the car.

"Na miłość boską, this girl," He says and pinches the bridge of his nose and looks up at the sky in frustration. "Nie mogę z nią poradzić! Pierdolić." (Polish: For the love of god...I can't deal with her. Fuck.) Sawyer starts mumbling and cursing to himself.

"Stop it!" I yell and pull out of his hold. He grabs me and places me on the bench table.

"Sit. And listen." He says and sits directly across from me.

"Do you know what I do?" Sawyer asks and I look at him confused.

"You're a doctor, but lately I don't believe you are." I tell him honestly.