High Buns, Suitcases and Cigars

High Buns Suitcases and Cigars | 35

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"Sawyer?"

"Rowen?"

"Sawyer, what's wrong?"

"Rowen? Rowen?! Babe, what's the matter?"

"Sawyer, why- sawyer. . . what's gotten into you?"

"Rowen, tell me, god tell me what's wrong dammit!"

"Sawyer, I, wh- are you, what are you holding?"

"Rowen... how would you know she's in trouble?"

"SAWYER! STOP! STOP! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU? Oh god, i should've went with Rowen... oh god please."

"Rowen baby, she's fine okay? Let her be with him. Stop worrying, she's fine."

"You don't have to do this Sawyer! Leave me alone you asshole!"

"You don't have to do this Rowen. Just leave her alone with that asshole."

"Sa- Sawy. . . stop stop. Oh god im coughing up blood. STOP! Now!!"

"Just forget about it. Marnie's okay. Okay? Rowen? Look at me. Look at my lips. My eyes. She's okay. I'm sure she is."

Wiping the metallic object, Sawyer smiled at his handiwork. With the way he stabbed her, she wouldn't be waking up - or moving - anytime soon. By the time she did, she'd be dead.

Rowen paced back and forth. His mind racing , all his thoughts on Marnie. Because something didn't feel right, at all, but with Gwen's request, he stayed put, slowly pushing the topic of Marnie out of his mind.

Author's Note: So in black is Marnie talking to Sawyer and in italics is Gwen talking to Rowen. To not give alot away, I wont say what Sawyer is planning to do with her *sly grin*