Chapter Six:

The Road Less Traveled

Abigail remembered when she was five. Looking up at her gray bearded grandfather who had promised her a better life on the island she was now a inhabitant of. He promised her a new environment where she could play in the sand and in the water falls. He had no idea, until he got to the island what it had in store for them.

She turned at the sound of Sawyers voice. She had dosed off again. Thinking about her past. She never really wanted to think about the future after she came back to the cave. Mainly, because she figured she'd have no future after the week. Either they killed her, or the others. Either way it didn't matter. She didn't have enough time to say what she wanted to say. Every opportunity was shot down by every deathly glance by passer-byres. It didn't bother her really. She wasn't afraid of it. Her grandfather died at the age of seventy six. She had twelve years with the man who showed her how to survive. He was her savior.

"So, darlin' let's get you talkin'."

"What do you want to know?"

"Everything."

"Be more specific, what would you like for me to start with?"
"Basic information. Who are the others? Where'd you come from? And most importantly, sugar, have you seen Walt or Jin?"

She smirked at the sound of Walt.

"Walt's dangerous."

"Dangerous?"

"Yeah. He knows what I'm talking about. He saw it and got scared." She motioned towards Michael who was listening. "Just like Walt's other father."

"What?" Michael spoke up moving in closer.

"You saw that your son was different, he could see things." She smiled. "He was supposed to help us."

"Help you what?" A curious Michael spoke up again.

"I wasn't let into that plan."

"She's lying."

"Now, hold on a tick, Michael." Sawyer looked her over. "She's telling the truth."

Michael sighed. "If you say so Sawyer. I'm not sure if you should be the one leading this interrogation. After all she was the one that fooled you into sleeping with her."

Sawyer stood up and looked eye-to-eye with Michael. "I don't think my relationship with her should be any of your business."

She smirked, "We didn't sleep together. Sawyer was a perfect little gentleman."

Sawyer turned back to look at Abigail. "Shut up."

"Come on Sawyer, you're so afraid someone might actually like you. So you go out of your way to do something hateful. You've got my sympathy vote."

Sawyer leaned down and grabbed her by the back of the head pulling her face up and into the light to meet his.

"Mm.. I remember this."

"Bitch." He punched her hard in the face. He let her go limp while he headed out of the caves. "She's all yours."

Jack sat beside Abigail he brushed the hair out of her face. "Tell me. So we can get this over with. No more pain, no more nothing. Just tell us."

"It doesn't matter, they're already here." She said as a single tear rolled down her cheek.