"God! Could you be any dumber?" He screamed before tossing the plate of food against the wall. Moira jumped and stared at the mess that was created. She could feel the tears starting but she bit her lip to keep from shedding them.
"I'm sorry." She said softly. She cried out in pain when he jerked her head back by her hair.
"Clean up this mess you fucking bitch." He yelled before stalking off to the living room.
Moira moved from her chair and began to pick up the broken pieces of plate and the food on the floor. She stopped when a pair of sneakers came into her sight. She looked up and met the pained expression on her brother's face.
"Fuck him." He whispered. Mitch bent down and helped her pick up the mess. "Soon. Soon we'll be gone." He said. Moira nodded her head. Soon seemed so far away at that moment.
Moira bent at the waist and picked up some shells on the sand. She examined them and then sent them flying into the ocean. Boredom – it was probably what killed most people lost on deserted islands. Boredom made one think about things. Things that one didn't normally want to think about.
Moira sank to the beach and wrapped her arms around her bent legs. She liked to stay busy. It helped her forget. Unfortunately there wasn't much do that kept her busy. She didn't miss the constant hiding for the dangers the 'Others' posed. It was just that on this side of the island things were more…laid back. She didn't feel the constant never ending fear as much as when it was just the five of them.
She turned her head and looked down the beach. No one else seemed busy either. People were milling around, talking and having fun. While she wasn't a social outcast she still felt like an outsider.
Her gaze landed on Sawyer sitting on the beach and Kate cutting his hair. They were laughing at something Kate had said and Moira couldn't help the pang of jealousy that overcame her. She couldn't get a handle on Kate. She was a hard one to read. Moira looked away and cursed her stupidity. It was foolish to waster her time mooning over some guy that obviously was easily branded a womanizer in the real world.
"Mi. What's up?" Moira turned and watched Hurley approach her. She smiled at him. She loved his positive attitude. He made her laugh and seemed he was always there just when she needed him most.
"What's up Hurley?" She said motioning for him to sit with her.
"Nothing much. Just out walking around and saw you sitting here. Thought you might like some company." Moira smirked.
"What makes you think I want company?" Moira asked smiling. Hurley rolled his eyes.
"'Cause I can tell. So what's wrong?" Hurley asked. He put his arm around her shoulder and Moira laid her head on his. She sighed and then shook her head.
"The boredom. It's consuming. It makes me think and thinking is not what I want to do. I don't want to start remembering…" Moira said. She stopped herself before she went on.
"I won't even try and pretend that I understand what you are going through. I won't even try and offer you advice but you know that I'll always listen." Hurley said. Moira turned her head and looked at him. She wiped the tears that fell from her eyes and nodded.
"I know. Thank you." She whispered.
"I was doing some research and apparently there are lots of different places that can offer help in finding biological parents. It costs but well what doesn't cost money?" Mitch said walking into Moira's room. She looked up from the journal she was writing in.
"We could put some posts on the websites and then see if anyone could offer a little free advice or point us in the right direction. We have some idea of were we are from so that should be a good start." Moira said. Mitch plopped down on the bed next to her and looked at the print outs he had.
"Did…did he say anything before he left for work?" Mitch asked. Moira looked at him and shook her head.
"No. He woke up. Got ready and then left." She said with a great deal of relief in her voice. Every night when they got home from school it was a waiting game to see just what kind of mood their 'father' would be in when he woke up.
"Mom said something about a pay raise the plant was supposed to be getting. That's a good thing. Hopefully it will keep him in a good mood." Mitch said. Moira dared not let herself get excited about the prospect of that happening. There was always something that set of his anger.
"We'll see." She said looking back down at her journal.
"Have I mentioned that I can make a great coconut and banana daiquiri?" Moira looked up when Sawyer materialized out of no where. She was picking up the bag of coconuts and bananas that she has just finished collecting.
"Not that is a surprise. I didn't picture you as a mixed drink kind of fella." Moira answered back laughing. Sawyer smiled and walked further into the clearing that she was standing in.
"No I'm not but there have been quite a few women in my life that have enjoyed them." Moira raised and eyebrow at him. He chuckled. "Family members, sugar. My Aunt loved those fruity drinks." He explained. He reached out with his good arm and grabbed the bag she was holding. A true Southern gentleman.
"Ah, I see." Moira said. They stood there staring at each for a few moments before Moira turned her attention to the side. "I like the hair cut." She murmured.
"Do ya?" He asked stepped closer. Moira felt like the jungle had suddenly turned into a leafy sauna. "You know we never got around to discussing that rain check…" Moira stopped breathing. She looked up at Sawyer and suddenly felt like she would pass out.
"Right…the rain check." She said faking nonchalance. It didn't work so well.
"Don't tell me you haven't thought about it. I can tell you haven't. I haven't been able to stop thinking about it." He said. She gasped slightly.
She watched as he lowered his head slightly. She heard the sound of the bag of fruit was dropped on the ground, the rapid pace of both of them breathing, the sound of the twig snapping-
Moira's head snapped to the side at the same time as Sawyer. They watched the spot he had just come through and then both groaned when Charlie came into view.
"Hey guys. What's going on?" He asked looking between the both of them expectantly. Sawyer took a few steps back and looked at Moira.
"I'll catch up with later sugar." He said softly before turning and disappearing into the trees. Moira sighed and then reached down and retrieved dinner.
"What? Did I interrupt something?" Charlie asked walking up to her and looking over his shoulder to where Sawyer had gone to. Moira smiled and shook her head.
"Don't worry about it Charlie." She said.