Chapter Three:

Returning

Abigail returned to camp to find it empty, except for Sawyer who laid against the tree watching the sunset. I knew it. I knew he couldn't be trusted. But no, just because he's got the southern accent people automatically swoon over this guy. How pathetic. Maybe I'm giving him to much credit? After all he does look like he couldn't punch better than a kindergartner. But then again, that was putting down the kindergartner.

"What'd you do to them?"

Sawyer smirked widely, "What was that firecracker?"

She stood in front of him. Feet firmly placed in the sand. "Where are they?"

"I'm not sure who you're talking about? Might wanna refresh my memory." He smiled evilly, "After getting shot an all, my mind's not like what it was."

"You know exactly who I'm talking about." She demanded, "Where are they?"

He sat there for a moment wondering if he should tell her that Ana-Lucia went off to find Jack and the rest of them went to look for firewood. I like to see this girl squirm. I'll make her drag it out of me.

She punched him in the face. His hair tousled with the blow. He winced a bit. She made him bleed, but barely. He got to his feet touching the corner of his lip with his index finger. That's all she's got?

"Listen, firecracker, I'm just wondering, what's with all the punching? Your parent's not love you enough? So you gotta go around beatin' every Tom, Dick, and Harry?"

"You call me that one more time an I'll--"

"What beat me again?" He smirked, "Don't believe I'm scarred of a little girl like you." Meow. "Now maybe. If you'd been a little nicer about it, and not have accused me of killing your friends. I might have been more lenient towards you with the answers."

She scoffed, "What do you want from me?"
He smirked.

She rolled her eyes and placed her hands firmly on her hips. "No."

"No, what I haven't even told you."

"I know how men like you work, Sawyer, was it? They work their crappy assed charming scheme to get into your pants and they leave you out to dry. That's not going to happen to me. So cut it out and just tell me."

"Who said anything about getting in your pants, darlin'?" I love this.

"Then what is it?"

"All I want is for you to help me back to the cave. That's it."

"Will you tell me where my friends are, after or before?"

"After. I don't want you beatin' me."

She sighed. "Fine."

"Let me get my things." He looked down. "Alright. Well I'm guess I'm ready to go then."

She ran her fingers through her hair pushing it back but failing in the main goal, keeping it out of her eyes.

"Should we leave a note?" he smirked.

"Don't push it."

"Alright firecracker."

She gave him an evil glare. He chuckled a bit.

"I just don't see why you don't like it."

She grabbed her backpack and threw it over her shoulders. She was still amazed every time she saw it how lucky she was to have found it in the wreckage.

They entered the jungle. Small leaves of a bush covering them up as they walked from the campsite.