〰️ Saving Sawyer 〰️

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{Sawyer}
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"Drive"

Chapter Two

I roll my eyes as 'Don't' by Bryson Tiller plays on the radio. Tell me again why I agreed to this.

I felt tempted to just turn it off but it wasn't my place, plus I didn't want to get into it with him over it.

None of us said anything to the other after I gave him the directions to my house. I was still scared of the fact that he might still pop out a gun or knife anytime soon.

I rest my head onto the window with my bruised hand pressed against it. I let out a loud whimper when the pain strikes there. How could I forget that I was hurt?

The guy looks at me before pressing onto the break immediately. I look up to see why he stopped and in front of us another car was turned sideways blocking the road.

I hear him mutter a low, "Fuck" before getting out of the car. "Don't move" He intructs me.

From the car blocking the road, exists a male about our age. I know him, he's in my Biology Class.

"Move your car before I take your fucking head off" Side swept undercut says.

"Where's the fun in that?" Biology class replies.

I was starting to get scared. I really didn't understand what was going on and I could feel my horrible anxiety going off the rails. I just really wanted to go home.

This is what my sister caused. Me to be sitting in the car of a male who looks like he's about to kill somebody.

"I won't ask you again" Undercut sounds like he's getting annoyed and I fear he may lash out any second.

"And I won't tell you a-" Before biology could finish his sentence he's being tackled to the floor and on instinct I get out of the car to see what was happening.

My hands move to my mouth for some reason as I see him beat the life out of the guy.

"Stop!" I say, but he isn't listening, he's going to kill him.

"Hey!" This time I try to use physical force when I try to get his attention. He stops as he begins breathing hard, running a hand through his hair to get it out of his face. On the floor lays the guy with his bloody face, laughing like a maniac.

I look at his hands and they're all bloody. I wasn't going to stay any longer with this guy.

"I'm walking" I tell him, going to the car to grab my bag.

He doesn't object this time as he just stands over the guy whose currently spitting out blood. "You should take him to the hospital", I tell him.

I leave him there standing in the middle of the road before beginning to walk home, finally getting to listen to my music.

Once I'm home, I see my sister and her friends currently sitting watching the television. Some hair dresser this is.

I don't even give her the time of day because after all that happened today, I just wanted lay in my bed and cry and then do what needed to be done.

Once I'm in my room, I hear a knock on the door. I sigh before opening. It's Jackie.

"I hope you didn't let Samantha see you coming up here, your reputation would be absolutely ruined" I tell her.

She gives me a smug look before walking over to me, "I just wanted to make sure you remember our deal"

"I made no deal with you Jackie"

"Listen to me, little miss perfect-"

I scoff cutting her off. How the hell was I perfect?

"Just don't tell Samantha, got that?" She says before walking out of my room.

The secret Jackie spoke of was merely the fact that-

Ding Dong

I'm called out of my thoughts when the doorbell rings. Samantha was probably ignoring it and it was probably someone important so I got up to go answer it. There stands undercut. I didn't want my sister to see him so I walked outside and closed the door.

"You didn't take him to the hospital, did you?"

"He doesn't deserve the hospital" He replies. "He crawled to his car and drove off, life would be better if he just crashed"

I look at this guy and I am not even sure how to feel about being apart of this, or even being involved with him. You can tell he's a bad guy but there's just something about him that captures you.

"I didn't want you to see all that today" He voices. "I didn't want you to see that side of me. At least not yet"

"I prefer seeing the bad side of others before the good, so I'm not surprised when it comes out, but you almost killed somebody today and refused to take them to the hospital"

"He knew what he was signing up for when he cut off the road"

"Look..." I tell him. "I'm tired and I really just want to rest"

"What kind of rest?" He asks, but I don't reply. "Look Sawyer whatever your planning to do. Don't"

How dare he think he gets to decide if I stay on this earth or not?

"And why is that?" I ask him.

"You know why" He tells me. Of course I knew why, but why did he have to make me think about it.

My eyes started welling up at the thought of how it would absolutely devastate my parents, but I didn't want this anymore. I felt lost.

"Let me help you" He tells me.

"I don't need help"

"That's the first thing someone who needs help always says"

"Well I'm obviously not just someone"

"Your right, your Sawyer and I want to help you"

"Help me do what?"

"See the worth of life, of yourself...so you can stop doing things like this" He points to my bandages. I hadn't even realized I didn't put back on my sweater. I suddenly felt insecure and angry with myself.

"Don't worry" He says softly, "I have some of my own" He blurts out before turning around and lifting his shirt. There are scars on his back. How did he even get those?

I shouldn't be getting involved with him. I know it doesn't seem like it now but he'll probably end up hurting me more than I'm already hurting.

He beat somebody up today and refused to take them to the hospital. He isn't good.

But why doesn't that register in my brain, before I tell him "Okay".

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