AN: I'm sooo sorry for not writing a new chapter for so long! I hope you enjoy!
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Like a target drawn across my chest,
She's a bullet in Russian roulette
You said you'd never turn your back on me?
Rescue me, rescue me!
Would you stand by me, or bury me?
(This Suffering ~ Billy Talent)
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We had finally reached our destination. It was a small rundown cabin by a swamp. It wasn't exactly the nicest place ever. There were flies everywhere and it smelled funny. Sawyer opened the car door and reached out his hand. I hesitated before grabbing it.
"What is this place?" I asked as Sawyer helped me out of the car. I was still in pain from the accident.
"Home sweet home." Sawyer laughed.
"You cannot be serious." I complained as we started walking towards the cabin.
"Of course I'm serious. We'll be staying her for a little while." Sawyer said, sounding serious.
"Great." I mumbled sarcastically.
"What is your problem?" Sawyer snapped.
"My problem? I was in a car accident, someone tried to kidnap me, I got shot at and now I'm forced to sleep in a shack for a week. What do you think my problem is?" I snapped back. Sawyer was silent for a few moments, then he spoke again.
"Its getting late, we should get inside." he calmly said as he walked up to the door and pulled it open. He turned around to look at me for a second before going inside.
"Great. Could things get worse?" I mumbled as I walked up to the open door and stepped inside. It was bigger than I thought it would be, and it was surprisingly clean.
"Do you want something to eat?" Sawyer asked me as I sat down on the coach.
"I'm not hungry." I replied as I looked around.
"I'm making some pizza and coffee. You need to eat." He told me as I stood up and walked towards the kitchen.
"Then what was the point of asking me?" I asked as I leaned against the doorway.
"Its always nice to have a choice." he answered as he pulled the plastic covering off the frozen pizza and placed it on the baking sheet.
"So are you ready to explain whats going on?" I asked him as I walked closer.
"Not exactly." he admitted as he put the pizza in the oven.
"Look, I can't do this. I can't be here with you, not knowing what the hell is going on. I have a life to get back to." I told him.
"What life?" he questioned as he started making the coffee.
"What life!? What is that supposed to mean?" I asked angrily. There was a short silence, then I realized he was right. "I have no job, no friends and my mother barely speaks to me. You're right."
"I didn't mean to make you feel bad about it. Everyone gets a second chance, to make things right. This is your chance. This is your new life. Best get used to it Freckles." he replied.
"Why? Why now?" I asked as I began to cry. I was just too frustrated trying to figure out what was going on.
"Because you've suffered enough, Freckles." he said as he moved closer to me, making me feel nervous.
"I don't think I should have suffered at all." I cried. He lifted his hand and placed it on my cheek.
"No one wants to suffer. But suffering is what makes us who we are. We become strong, we become understanding and we become better people." he said as he leaned down, so that our faces were only inches apart.
"So I'm a good person?" I asked as I stopped crying.
"Hell yes." he whispered as he gently placed his lips on mine. All I could think was "All these years, I've been wrong."
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The rest of the day wasn't very interesting. I ate my pizza, drank my coffee and watched TV, while Sawyer walked around trying to get cell phone reception. Then finally, night time came. I was exhausted and I couldn't wait to go to bed.
"Is there an extra pillow and blanket? Its a bit chilly out here." I said as I lay on the coach.
"You're not sleeping out here." he replied. I sat up instantly.
"Where will I sleep then?" I questioned.
"The bedroom." Sawyer answered as he winked at me.
"No way. This is going way too fast." I told him.
"Calm 'er down Freckles, we ain't having sex. It gets really cold outside and this cabin has no insulation. My body heat will help keep you warm." he replied.
"Is that what you tell all the girls you meet?" I asked as I laughed.
"Only the pretty ones." he laughed as he winked. I knew he was kidding, but the thought of him with another girl made me feel really jealous.
"Okay, fine. But you better not try anything." I told him as I grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him into the bedroom. I let go of him as I sat on the bed and kicked off my shoes.
"You're wearing that to bed?" Sawyer questioned.
"I don't have any pajamas." I told him as I looked down at my feet.
"Well, I don't know about you, but I'm taking my clothes off." Sawyer announced as he pulled his shirt off.
"I thought it gets cold at night?" I asked, as I laughed.
"It does. But I'll find a way to warm up." he replied in a seductive way.
"Well, I suppose I should too." I said as I pulled my shirt off, revealing my black bra. Then I pulled my socks off and took my pants off. I was a bit embarrassed that my red lacy underwear didn't match my bra. Although, I don't think Sawyer minded at all. He was wearing nothing but a pair of blue boxers.
"Nice boxers." I giggled.
"You like? I think you'd like whats underneath them more." he replied as he moved closer to me.
"Would I?" I questioned, feeling anxious.
"But not as much as I'd like whats underneath yours." he said as he ran his finger around the top of my panties. I gasped as he moved even closer.
"So, what was it that you were saying about 'not trying anything'?" he asked. My knees began to feel like Jello and I threw myself at him. Our lips met with a fiery passion and my whole body craved his touch. Now things were heating up...
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Suddenly the sound of gun shots rang through the air. I pulled away from Sawyer in panic and grabbed my bra and panties. I quickly put them on as I ran out into the living room. Sawyer grabbed his shirt and boxers and followed me. I looked around the living room for a second, then I instantly knew what I had to do. I grabbed the gun from my bag on the coach and walked towards the door. Sawyer stood behind me, holding my shoulders. I took a deep breath as I grabbed the handle and swung the door open. Just then, a bullet flew past Sawyer and I.
"Bad idea." I yelled as I slammed the door shut and ran towards the back door.
"Hold up, Freckles!" Sawyer yelled as he opened the closet. He pulled out a rifle and turned to face me. "Lets go."
"Where the hell did that come from?" I asked as we ran out the back door.
"Bad time for questions." he yelled back. "Right now, we have to do something that we don't want to do."
"What do we have to do?" I questioned as Sawyer threw his shirt towards me.
"We have to kill them. Its the only way. Put the shirt on, its cold outside." he told me. "And Freckles." He stopped running and I did too. I pulled the shirt on over my head as he stepped towards me. "I'll make it up to you later." he winked at me, then he grabbed my hand and we began running again.
