Hey guiiisseee. So, I'm a bit disappointed that I've had no reviews for the past few chapters. I wrote this one in hopes that it would stir up conversation, but it's also VERY important to the storyline.
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Here's Chapter 7.
Disclaimer: I do not own One Tree Hill...unfortunately.
Sawyer's POV
It's not their fault. The party was great. I loved seeing everybody so happy. This past year wasn't just hard on me. I had to remember that I had also put them through the ringer. And I loved that they put so much thought into my party, but all I could think about was tomorrow: Jamie's memorial. That alone made it a tough day.
But I knew something that would happen tomorrow that my family didn't.
My thoughts were interrupted by the buzzing of my cell. I looked down to see a text message...from Conner. "Happy Birthday, Sawyer. Hope it was a great one :)"
I laughed and threw my phone against my bed. I couldn't help but worry that he must have thought of me, at times. That was never a good thing. It was little text messages like that, that got me to date him again after Jamie died. It didn't help that I didn't care about my well-being at all at the time.
It's not like I expected him to change when we got back together. I knew that people like him would probably never change. I just didn't care. I didn't care what he said to me. I didn't care what he did to me. I just needed a distraction and Conner was convenient. Jude and Caroline tried their best to convince me to stay away from him, but I wouldn't listen.
"Don't make me tell Uncle Luke. I will. You know I will," Jude threatened.
"Jude, come on, he's changed," I lied. "Don't you believe in second chances?"
"Sawyer, I've heard things about him, recently," Caroline began," I don't think he's changed at all."
Jude nodded, "I don't want to see you get hurt again, Short Straw."
I winced slightly, "Don't call me that". He looked at me apologetically, and I continued, "Look, you've got to trust me. I won't get hurt, I promise. I can handle this. Please don't tell".
Against their better judgement, Jude and Caroline promised not to say anything about my earlier encounter with Conner. In the beginning, we were actually good together, but as time passed, his true nature outshone the façade.
Soon enough, I was dialing Jude's number, asking him to help me cover up the bruises before I went home. He begged me to let him tell my parents, but I always begged him to stay quiet. The pain Conner caused me was a distraction from the pain I felt inside. That pain was far stronger than anything he could inflict.
I didn't see what I was doing to Jude, though. He was a wreck, constantly worried that Conner would explode completely and kill me one day. I was relieved when he finally told my parents after I was hospitalized, because it took that weight off of his shoulders. He didn't deserve to carry my burdens.
Obviously, my parents cut Conner out of my life after they found out. I didn't mind. I was tired of fighting him off. I had hoped that I would never hear from him again, but tonight proved that he was persistent.
But that didn't matter, because I better things to worry about than Conner Mitchell.
I put down my pencil and completely filled up sheet of paper down and turned out the light before getting into bed. I waited, but sleep never came for me that night.
Haley's POV
The alarm clock beeped and I opened my eyes to the calendar on my bedside table. When I saw the date, my heart twisted: Jamie's memorial. I can't do this. Nathan must have felt my breathing hitch, because soon, two strong arms were engulfing me, trying to soothe away the worry and the pain.
"We can do this together," he whispered, and despite myself, I smiled softly.
I grabbed his hand that was rubbing up and down my arm and kissed it, before hesitantly getting out of our bed to get everything ready for what was going to be a very difficult day. I grabbed my robe off the closet doorknob and made my way towards Lydia's room to wake her up. When I reached her door, I heard her crying softly. I knew as a mother, I should go in there and see what was causing her pain. But I already knew the culprit and nothing I could say would help, because I was feeling the same way.
I forced myself not to cry yet, as I walked back to my bedroom to get dressed. I brushed through my hair, before curling it. When Jamie was little, he used to twirl his fingers through my curls. "You hair is pretty, Mama," he would say, smiling brightly. Lost in the memories, I dropped the curling iron and it landed on my foot. I screamed, sending Nathan busting into our bathroom to see what was wrong. He could see what happened, so he didn't ask me to explain.
"Haley James, you've got to be more careful," he grinned slightly, trying to get me to laugh.
"I-I was just...Jamie," I cried and he wrapped me in his arms where I sobbed for five minutes, before pulling myself together. Without a word, I stood straight and went back to the mirror, applying make-up and eventually dressing in the same black dress and coat that I wore one year ago to Jamie's funeral.
I walked in the kitchen to see Nathan and Lydia waiting for me, in black. Mourning. Black was supposed to symbolize mourning. If that's true, I haven't stopped mourning Jamie's death. I've worn some sort of black in my outfit everyday since the accident. I also thought of my son everyday.
Together, we made our way to the car. The ride to gymnasium at Tree Hill High School was silent. We allowed each other space in our heads to think, mostly of Jamie. When Nathan put the car in park, we reluctantly got out. I looked at my husband and my daughter and took their hands. I needed them right now. We needed each other.
When we walked inside, we were escorted to our seats. The gym was decorated with pictures of my baby and on the projector screen, there were videos of Jamie's highlights during high school and college ball."Breathe, Haley," I told myself. I looked around to see our family and I recognized the pain in their eyes, as well. But...where was Sawyer?
I barely listened to the coach and Jamie's friends as they shared memories they cherished with my son. It was too painful. I couldn't concentrate. I zoned out during the pastor's sermon. But as soon as the next speaker approached the podium, she captured my complete attention.
It was Sawyer.
Well, that's it for Chapter 7.
So, Sawyer's going to speak at the memorial. How do you guys feel about that?
Did you like seeing Haley's side of things?
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Also, after Saving Sawyer is finished, I'm thinking of writing a prequel fanfic revolving around Sawyer and Conner's relationship as well as Jude and Caroline's. What do you think?
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