"Hey! Are you ok down there?" I heard a masculine male voice shout down from the cliff's edge above and behind me.
My savior! But who was he?
Thank God someone has found me. I thought as the man made his way down the less rocky side of the cliff.
"Reed is that you?" asked the voice almost to me. I couldn't see his face but I saw a head full of blonde hair.
Was that Josh? Was that really him? My heart beat pounded faster as the thought of seeing Josh again. But then the man made his way around a bolder giving me a clear view of his face.
How could I have mistaken Sawyer Hathaway for Josh. They both had blonde hair but Sawyer's hair was a lighter blond than Josh's.
"Reed, are you ok? Are you hurt?" Sawyer asked me as he began kneeling down in front of me, looking my tattered body over.
He was dressed in a white T-shirt and battered dark blue jeans. His shaggy light-blond hair was slightly damp from precipitation. He looked like he just woke from bed, because his hair was doing its own thing, in an adorable scruffy way.
"I'm, I'm fine?" I said softly because it hurt to talk.
"We should get you to my car and get you to a hospital." He said as his gaze went to my throat, seeing the bloody dried marks where someone ripped the necklace from my throat.
I shook my head. There was no way I was going to the hospital. All I needed was a hot shower, clean clothes and a plane ticket back to Easton.
"No…No hospital." I said loudly making a tear squeeze from my eye as the pain sliced though my throat again.
His brow knitted when he heard me try to speak.
"fine." He said shaking his head. "Let's just get you to the car first." He said standing, taking my hand and helping me up.
My legs were weak and I almost lost my balance falling back down again, if I wasn't for his arm settling most of my weight against him.
"Do you think you can make up the cliff or do you need me to carry you?" He asked me.
I looked at him, then turning my gaze back to the less rocky steep side Sawyer climbed down from.
I shook my head. I could make it I think.
When we made our way to the top, it felt like I was going to faint. All that climbing took all the little energy that I had out of me. I should have let Sawyer carry me I thought regretting my decision.
Sawyer led me to his sleek black Porsche Cheyenne, opening the door helping me to sit inside.
The fresh sent of leather was relaxing making me want to curl up in a ball and sleep.
Sawyer went around to the back of his car opening up the trunk.
"Reed, I have some clothes you can change into, so you don't have to wear the ruined dress back." He said unzipping a bag and returning back to me.
Thank God I thought. I didn't want to go back to Noelle's house looking like I traveled through a tornado.
He held out to me a black pair of basketball shorts and a clean black T-shirt.
"I'm sorry it's not girl clothes, but it should fit." He said his cheeks becoming pinker as he said those words.
I smiled up at him and whispered. "Thank you"
"Yeah, well I let you change" he said scratching the back of his head "call me when you're done."
He retreated back towards the back to the car again, and I starting to peel the remains of the dress off my body.
Looking down at myself I could see clearly the black and blue marks the journey back to solid ground took on me. Dried patches of blood covered several parts of my body from head to toe.
When I got the black shorts over my body I sighed. My head was staring to pulse from an oncoming head ache.
I grabbed the black t-shirt and put it up to my nose inhaling the fresh sent of dry cleaning and a slight aroma of Sawyer.
I began to put the T-shirt over my head as a sharp pain in my right arm made me cry out in pain.
Sawyer was at my side in a second.
"Reed are you ok?" Sawyer asked me in a worried tone. "Oh God! I'm sorry" he said as he looked at my half naked body and spun around so fast I thought he might trip and fall. I had only a black lace bra on which Sawyer had gotten a good view of.
Now my checks stated to heat up. That was embarrassing. I bit the inside of my cheek and began pulling the shirt over my head again trying to ignore the pain.
Sawyer turned slowly back towards me again his face beet red. He held a bottle of Gatorade in his hand out to me.
"I thought you might be thirsty" he said up capping the lid of me. I didn't notice how thirsty I was until my mouth began to water at the thought of something cold to drink.
I took a sip and began to cough. When down the wrong pipe I thought trying to breathe.
Sawyer shut my side of the door and began to make his way around the car, opening the side door and settling himself in, turning on the car.
I looked at him, and he looked at me.
"I have questions" I said slowly
"And I have answers" He told me and began to drive the car back on the path of a dirt road.
Hey I know you guys might be mad that Joshy Poo wasn't there to save Reed but I'm sorry. You get all these fanfictions were Josh was the savior and then Reed gets back together with him, you know the similar same stories we read on Fanfiction. So I wanted to write something different and fresh. Sorry to disappoint some of you but my story will have a new kind of twist. So if you enjoy reading my story stay tuned for more and if you don't, sorry to let you down.
~Peace Out~
Rebecca Bookie
