So, here are more twisted ladies and gents, and I hope you still like my stories. Cool with reviews! )
The story is coming to an end very soon, as I decided not making it too long.
Again, as a note, I do not own Charlie, Claire, Jack, Kate, (the lovely) Sawyer or any other of these wonderful Lost-characters.
Thank you so much for reading.
Innocent in mind
The beaming sun made me wake up and I yawned loudly and stretched my body as far as I could. Such a perfect night, I though as I got up at my feet. I could see Charlie and Claire flirting down at the edge of the beach, but their smiles suddenly stopped when they saw me. I sent a rude look back at them. That's weird, I thought, but then again, they always had something against me.
"Don't you move!" A sharp voice suddenly yelled and I froze to see Jack raging towards me in great anger. A look like that could only mean one thing: He knew it. He knew it and turned green with envy.
"Hey, what's up doc, got lonely last night?" I smirked, but my smile soon disappeared when I had a hard meeting with Jack's fist. I was unprepared, so the hit made me fall down on the sand. He kept staring at me.
"Hey!" I yelled and got up. "What did you do that for! I can't help it that I'm more attractive than you are!"
"You raped her, for Christ sake!" He yelled in my face, showering me with spit.
"Excuse me?" I said, pretending I was abmused. "She was VERY much willing, thank you!" I yelled back, getting closer.
"Yeah, right, that was exactly what she said!" He spat, lightning sparkling between our angry eyes. "She doesn't want to see you again. She said she wanted my protection!"
"What!" I shouted. I couldn't believe it! He was only kidding with me, right?
"Let me see her, now!" I commanded. He just frowned.
"What, you didn't hear me or something? She doesn't want to see you!"
But this time, I was the one to get angry. I put my fist way beyond my head and punched him hardly in the face, causing his nose to bleed. When he was busy putting himself together, I ran of searching for Kate. Fortunately, I knew where Jack had his stuff stored and I couldn't think of any other place where Kate possibly could be hiding, so I headed there.
And, as I though, I found her a little inside the woods, curled up against a tree. When she saw me coming, she gasped loudly, almost started to cry. I was confused.
"What the fuck do you mean by saying that to jack!" I shouted at her. Her fear disappeared and instead got replaced by anger as she stood up, facing me.
"I only told him the truth about what I feel for you!" She spat back at me. What did she mean?
"Hey, you told him that I raped you!"
"Yes, and that was very much of the truth!"
"Yes,
that's very easy when a lady strips you and then sits at your lap!"
I shouted, my voice getting louder and louder. I could feel the anger
was burning in my face. I wanted to hit her. I didn't rape
her!
"Last night, I wasn't much of myself!" She said, her
voice getting back to normal, though I remained angry.
"So that's the excuse you're using when you're fucking the bad guy, is it!" I yelled in her face.
"No just when the guy is you!"
"Why!"
"Because
I hate you, Sawyer!"
Again, I pretended that those words didn't have any affect on me, though they dug deeply into me, gathering together with all the other times I'd heard that exact sentence. I closed my fists and looked down, my hair covering up my face.
"I'm sorry, "She whispered and tried to touch me, but I hit her hand away.
"So that's what you feel about me, is it? You needed someone to spend the night with, you chose me, and then you're so ashamed that you tell Jack that I raped you? Even though you were the one to interrupt me in my sleep, stripping my clothes and placed yourself on top of me. I'm so happy I could kill myself," I said, meeting her eyes after the last words. She bit her lip. She felt bad about it, I could tell, but it was too late. Way too late.
"Kate!"
We both turned as Jack's voice interrupted our fight. He looked at us, noticing our sad looks.
"Kate, you're okay?" He walked over to Kate and gave her a hug, sending me a glare.
"Just leave, will you? Haven't you hurt her enough by now? Last night wasn't good enough for you?"
I gritted my teeth, wanting to protest, but I leaved it. I turned my back on them, leaving.
I'd never felt more out of my mind since my parents died. I usually didn't care, but it was all different now. Everywhere I went, I felt eyes on me. Angry, disgusted eyes. As I passed Boone, he threw a small rock on me. He didn't know that I saw him from where he was hiding, but I did. But I didn't mind beating up. Not even when Sayid stared at me I bothered to kick his ass. Kate had already told them all. All of them thought that I'd actually raped Kate, and why shouldn't they believe it, after all?
I got back to the corner where I slept last night, sinking into the sand. I actually hoped the earth would open wide and swallow me. How was I supposed to survive on an island where everyone hated me? They were going to kill me sooner or later anyway.
"Hey," A voice above me spoke. I looked up, but it was hard seeing anything as the sun shone directly in my eyes. When the person in front of me sat down next to me, I realised that it was Charlie. He sighed deeply. I looked at him, with an eyebrow raised.
"What do you want?" I grunted, gazing on the horizon again.
"You didn't rape her, did you?" He asked, to my great surprise.
"No, I
didn't," I answered, meeting his eyes. "How can you tell?"
"I
saw her sneaking out last night, walking your direction. I knew she
was looking for you, and when she returned, she seemed more pleased
than raped."
I smiled a bit and frowned. "That's too late now anyway, she's ashamed of me. Why, I don't know."
"I think she's just worried for what the others here would think if she evolved a relationship with you, so your job is to prove her wrong," he said and stood up. I looked at him.
"I'm not going to waste my time trying to get some girl," I said firmly. "It ain't worth it."
"Oh, trust me, it is," he said and walked away. What, like that he suddenly gave me advices? No way was I going to be commanded by someone who's writing "Late" on their fingers. I weren't going to crawl back into Kate's arms. I did well on my own, thank you!
I sat there all by myself the rest of the evening, until I fell asleep. At night, I dreamed about Kate.
Note from writer: I know, pretty boring chapter. But it was mostly made to tell what Sawyer is feeling, and that someone DOES have faith in him after all. )
