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"Okay, so far I've been really patient, staying out of trouble, following directions, but when everyone leaves, how in the world am I supposed to do those things?!" I said to myself, my voice gradually rising. Becca and Charlie, and even Weslar had taken off after that guy Ethan. I was all alone...again...in the middle of a forest...again.
Jeez, what is it with people always leaving me behind? I looked at the paths around me. They stretched in every way possible and I had been thrown off course when Wes shot off. I slipped my hand behind me to the waistband of my jeans and grasped the knife I had stolen from Locke. Becca and Charlie thought it'd be a good idea to take one for each of us, so we did. I pulled the knife around so it was in front of my chest, then all of a sudden, I heard the rustle of leaves.
Please not a bear, please not a bear, I silently pleaded. Next came the snapping of several branches. My palms started to sweat as I fingered the knife. All went quiet, which I really hated. I started to tense when all of a sudden something grabbed my shoulder. I wheeled around screaming with the knife in hand. I pinned the thing, guy actually, against a tree, the blade by his neck.
"My god Sawyer, I could have killed you." I said releasing him. I tucked the knife back into my waistband.
Sawyer eased off the tree, rubbing his head. "Wow, easy there sweetheart. No need to fret. Nothing but a couple bruises." He walked over to me. "Now what's a girl like you doing out here all alone? Not getting into trouble again are we? 'Cause you know that'd make the doctor mad."
"I don't care what he thinks at the present moment. Besides, what are you doing out here?" I asked him, finally settling down.
"I over heard the gang. They decided to form a search party to find you three, thought I'd get a head start. Plus, they didn't have to know that I came out here."
"They don't know that you're out here?" I asked him, very curious as to what his answer would be.
"Uh, no." Okay, not what I was expecting.
"Then why are you out here?" I asked him.
"Because I couldn't let you just get mauled by a bear. You know I'm not as heartless as you think I am."
"Really, because when you attacked me, I didn't know what to think. You were so, I don't know, sneaky and devious. Then just plain scary. Then when you saved me from the bear, my views on you changed a little for the better. I'm still not completely sure if I should trust you though."
Sawyer looked at me kind of funny, as if to say, "you can't trust me?" He kept staring at me and then just burst out. "All right! I can't do it! I have something to tell you. Hit me, yell at me, don't believe me if you want, but what I'm about to tell you is the honest to goodness truth."
I stared at him, unable to really say anything about his sudden outburst. I waited impatiently for him to continue.
"You had a aunt and uncle die, didn't you?"
"Yeah, so. What are you getting at?"
"Now just wait. Do you know how they died?"
"Yeah, he killed her and then himself."
"Right. Well, did you know they had a kid?"
"What are you-"
"His name was Devin Raine and he was eight years old. Taken to and orphanage and left there."
"I don't know what you're talking about but-"
"He grew up, changed his name, went looking for his parents killers unknown to him that he was already dead. He became a shadow, wanted to be hurt. Pain was his escape sweetheart. And I just realized something when you told me who you were and where you were from." Sawyer stood up and walked over to me. "I do know you. I watched you grow up from a distance, you and your cousin both. The people you came to be and I just had to leave knowing that I could never be part of that."
"Sawyer, what are you talking about?" I asked looking up at him.
"My cousin was born December 26, 1988. She had blonde hair and hazel eyes. Her brother was born in May."
"C-Cousin? Sawyer, I can't be-"
"She loves horses and her name is-"
"Kristin." I finished for him, unable to comprehend what he had just said. "Are you telling me that you're my cousin?"
"Yeah, to put it simply." He went and sat down on a log and put his head in his hands.
I walked over to him and sat down too, not sure if I could stand any longer anyway. "So, how do you know so much about me?"
"The Internet can do a lot. Plus, the business I was in, we could get anything on anyone. Sometimes I'd get up enough courage to go to your house, only to decide to hide instead."
"Are you for real?" I asked him as I stared into his eyes. He stared right back.
"Yes, I am." He got up and started to walk away, "I can understand if you don't care. I'm fine by myself."
What I did next, I never thought I'd ever do. I ran up to him and hugged him, my cousin. He was there, freaky at first when he wasn't sure who I was, but there. I was no longer alone, now to make Becca understand. God, she's going to kill me. I thought instantly. As I hugged Sawyer, I knew I scared him, but when he hugged back, I knew I had gotten through.
"Come on Kris. Let's go find the others." He started off down the path and I hesitated. Then he turned to see if I was coming and I followed, hoping that I would find Becca and Charlie before they did something they would regret, like kill Ethan.