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Chapter Four
Secrets Revealed
Kate ignored Sawyer and kept on walking. He continued to run after her until he caught up with her.
'Kate, just stop for a minute, will ya?' Sawyer asked as he grabbed the back of her arm.
He felt her arm stiffen under his grip as she turned around. He thought she was about to slap him, but he still held his ground.
'Why should I? After that little round, I should have the right to never talk to you again,' she said, wrenching her arm from his grip.
Alarm bells went off in his head when she said this. It looked like his fear of her never talking to him again was coming sooner than he thought. He had to do something before she got away again.
'The way I've been actin' towards you, you shouldn't have to talk to me. But you gotta hear me out. It's just . . .' Sawyer stopped, taking a breath before saying any more.
'What?' Kate asked, arms crossed.
Sawyer looked at her, looking like he'd rather say anything else than what was on the tip of his tongue.
'It's just that . . . sometimes I wanna do the right things. Hell, sometimes I even wanna be the good guy, but I've been the bad guy for so long . . .' he said, trailing off.
'Is there any point to this?' Kate asked, trying to sound annoyed, but all the anger was leaving her voice.
It's now or never, the voice in his mind said. He took another breath before continuing.
'I left my tent, having every intention to find you and . . . well . . . apologize to you. I know we argue and have some helluva good banters from time to time, especially when Jack's involv-'
'Wait a minute. Did you just say you were apologizing to me?' Kate asked, sounding shocked.
Sawyer sighed and rubbed a hand across his unshaven chin.
Kate laughed, not able to keep it in.
'You are apologizing, aren't you?' she asked.
'Oh, yeah, sure. Milk it for all it's worth, freckles,' Sawyer said as Kate continued to smile.
'Well, go ahead.'
'For what? You've already got the picture, sweetheart,' Sawyer said.
'I just want to hear you say I'm sorry,' Kate said.
'Sorry to rain on your parade, freckles. I mighta changed a little, but I ain't gone that far,' Sawyer said.
Kate smiled again. I knew I'd never hear him tell anyone he was sorry.
'Okay, so maybe apology accepted. Maybe,' Kate said.
' "Maybe"! You can't be serious! I haven't apologized to anyone since I was in elementary!' Sawyer said.
'That's your problem then,' Kate said as she turned around and started walking away.
'What's that supposed to mean?' Sawyer yelled at her.
'You're asking the wrong person, Sawyer,' Kate said as she continued walking.
Sawyer saw her walk off. He was about to let her go until he felt a slight breeze ruffle the leaves. Then he remembered the voices and why he had ran after her in the first place.
'Okay, so maybe that was for nothin'. I'm still walking with you to the caves, even if I do have to see Jackass's face,' Sawyer said, running to catch up with her.
'You're stalking me now again?' Kate asked.
'No, I was thinking 'bout getting some water myself,' Sawyer said.
'Mmm-hmm. You have no water bottle,' Kate pointed out.
'Sweetheart, I'm from the country! That's what we use our hands for!' Sawyer said.
'Right,' Kate said, not able to hide the laughter from her voice.
'So, did Sawyer say exactly where the wire was at?' Michael asked Walt as they walked into the tent.
'No, but I guess it would be on the ground or something,' Walt said as he looked around.
'Well, I've found where he keeps his dwindling packs of cigarettes,' Michael said as he looked in one corner. 'I think I see some wire over here though.'
'Hey, dad! I've found a letter! It might be mine!' Walt said as he noticed Sawyer's letter and envelope on the ground.
'See, I said he might have it,' Michael said as he shifted a suitcase over to reveal some wire.
Walt picked up the letter and unfolded it, not bothering to look at the envelope. He read the first couple of lines and then stopped.
'Uh . . . dad . . . I don't think this is mine,' Walt said, looking up at his dad.
'Well, just put it back then,' Michael said as he picked up the wire and looked for some more in a nearby box.
'Yeah, but this is Mr. Sawyer's letter and it says he killed someone,' Walt said.
'What?' Michael asked, dropping the box of sunglasses, lighters, and matches.
'I didn't read it all, just the first couple of lines,' Walt said as Michael walked up to him.
'Let me see that,' Michael said.
Walt handed it over to his dad. Michael looked at it and read the whole letter.
'Are you gonna tell anyone?' Walt asked.
'I . . . I think I am,' Michael said.
'Why? It's his letter. It's his business,' Walt argued.
'Yeah, man, but he killed someone. That's serious. When you have someone like that people need to know,' Michael said.
'Why?' Walt asked again.
'Because he might do it again,' Michael said, looking at Walt.
