Remember

Chapter 88: Shadowed to Death

It's been a couple of days, and all I keep doing is staring at those letters.

Something in me tells me to open them, but something within me screams not to. It's a confusing inner battle and I can't make up my mind.

If I'm going to open those letters I need to be prepared. And the only way I can do that is if Sawyer is no where around.

I've hidden the letters under my bathroom sink, under my girl toiletries, somewhere Sawyer will never look.

"Opal, last time. We're leaving." Sawyer calls out, banging on my bathroom door.

I jump, startled and quickly slam the cupboard close.

It's officially moving day, all my stuff is packed and I'm moving in with Evan.

Sawyer was pissed at first, but Evan somehow convinced him. I think it has to do with Mia, she hasn't looked at me or spoke to me the past few days.

Sawyer and I have been arguing way more than usual, so whenever he yells at me I purposely ignore him and whenever he rushes me, I purposely go slower.

"Opal, if you don't hurry the fuck up, I'm going to ...." before Sawyer can finish his sentence I swing the bathroom door open.

I roll my eyes when I take one look at him,

"You're hurrying me up, yet you don't have a shirt on?" I question and push past him.

"You know how important this day is..." Sawyer deadpans and I walk over to my dresser. He's being dramatic as usual.

"So important you're rushing me and not getting ready yourself?....." I glare at him.

He doesn't say anything, but I hear him pacing back and forth. I grab the outfit I have planned for today, since all my clothes are packed. I quickly turn around, only to bump into Sawyer.

I roll my eyes,

"You're nervous..." I state.

"Nope." Sawyer says, still pacing the room.

"You are..." I insist.

"Get ready." He demands once again and I groan standing there, just staring at him. He's being ridiculous.

Sawyer sighs and plops himself onto the bed.

"Fuck, I'm nervous." He finally confesses and I smirk. I knew it.

"Why are you nervous again? What's the big deal about today?"

"Business deal..." He grunts and he pinches the bridge of his nose.

"Look, you're very good at manipulating people and talking and convincing and charming and a cute evil, that nothing could go wrong. Unless they're like me, and are just revolted by the sight of you." I shrug.

Sawyer stays silent and doesn't smile, but I know my words had a comforting affect.

He takes a phone call, but not before flipping me off and I smile, knowing that's the nicest goodbye I'll ever receive.

I open the bathroom door and quickly undress and change into a long navy blue dress that's a little tight, but Sawyer gave me a whole speech about me having to be dressed formally and dressed to impress. Blah blah, I stopped listening as soon as he said I couldn't wear black tights and converse.

I style my hair into milkmaid braids, my hair is too curly and in my face to leave down. I give myself a once over and smile, I like how I look, but I'm way uncomfortable. I finally understand the meaning of beauty is pain that Mia chants to herself, sometimes, when she's putting on make up.