Oh, and if you didn't catch it, I updated the end of the first chapter (three whole lines! Lol). So…. Yeah… enjoy!
Chapter Two
Three days had passed since the night Kate had been hit. She hadn't seen or heard from the man she was supposed to leave with since he offered her a place to stay, and she regretted not asking for a way to contact him.
Curling her legs up to her chest, Kate sat in the hospital bed and waited. She didn't like the hospital, she didn't know when there would be a police officer in the hallway, or if someone had found out who she was, and was using her fixed location to be able to easily arrest her. Anytime someone walked into the room, she always tensed up, and a feeling of dread settled in her stomach.
Dr. Seancy had checked her over the day before, and given her permission to leave the hospital at noon the next day, as long as she stayed in the area until her cast was removed. Kate inwardly groaned at this news, she wanted to get out of Iowa as fast as she could.
It had taken an hour for Sawyer to finally arrive, but he strode in as if he hadn't forgotten that he was supposed to pick Kate up at twelve. She glared at him furiously, and slammed her few belongings in her duffel bag. Just as she was rethinking her decision to stay with him, he interrupted her thoughts.
"What's got your panties in a knot?" He asked, obviously confused by her actions.
"You were supposed to be here at noon. It's almost one-thirty." She said, not looking up from her packing.
"Well, freckles, I wasn't plannin' on gettin' here 'till one anyway. Every woman I know takes forever to get ready, and quite frankly, I don't feel like sittin' 'round here while you put your face on."
Kate was frustrated with him, put saw his point. Before she had left home, her high school had stopped having dances on school days, because, for some reason, half the girls enrolled wouldn't attend class because they spent the whole day trying to fix themselves up for the dance. She never saw the point, but for some reason it took most females an eternity to get ready, and guessing about Sawyer's past, she'd say he only dated the kind that had the time to do nothing but look pretty: rich, unintelligent women who were just interested in screwing a random guy for something to occupy there time.
Kate sighed and walked out of the room. Taking the hint, Sawyer turned to follow her.
During the ten minute ride to the hotel, neither Sawyer nor Kate said a word. There would be awkward glances every few minutes, but for the most part, the pair kept their eyes on the road.
When they finally arrived at the shabby roadside motel, Kate an Sawyer both climbed out of the truck Sawyer had rented. In fact, he made sure to mention to Kate not to expect a fancy place to stay in, because this wasn't really his car: his had been smashed in the wreck. Kate just nodded and climbed into the truck. Seeing that she wasn't a very talkative person, Sawyer just followed her lead and shut his mouth for the rest of the trip.
Sawyer started walking toward his room, not looking back at Kate to see if she was following yet. She wasn't. Kate rolled her eyes and swore under her breath about Sawyer being an 'inconsiderate son-of-a-bitch' as she grabbed her bag. Jogging to catch up to Sawyer, Kate was quickly by his side as he slid the key into the doorknob and let the two of them into the untidy room.
Kate glanced around and noticed the room was decorated with old, brown wallpaper that was peeling off where the walls met the ceiling. A lumpy mattress with only a blanket to cover its filthy exterior lay in the center of the room, and an air conditioner was in the front window. On the ceiling, there were phone numbers, obscene remarks, and unsightly spots that Kate tried no to focus on. A toilet and shower were in a tiny bathroom, along with a dirty sink, and two lights were used to keep entire the room lit.
Kate glanced at the bed and then at Sawyer. He just raised his eyebrows and said, "Home, sweet home!" unfolding his arms from his body in a way that suggested the room wasn't as bad as it seemed.
But Kate had been in worse situations… she just wanted to know if she could go to sleep. Sure, the mattress was probably so unclean that a dog wouldn't want to sleep on it, but at least Kate wouldn't be confined to the small, walled hospital bed.
She glanced at the clock. It was almost two, and if she took a nap now, she would still have time to go out later and get something to eat.
"I'm going to bed. If you leave, try to be quiet, okay?" Kate patiently talked to Sawyer as if he was a hyperactive three-year-old.
Sawyer just nodded rolled his eyes and grabbed a beer out from a six pack he had stored under the sink in the bathroom.
Kate woke to the poignant aroma of pizza. Startled, she jolted up in bed, and looked around. Sawyer was sitting in a plastic chair eating pepperoni pizza out of the box and reading a book.
She got up and walked over to him. Waiting for him to look up from his book, Kate just stood in front of him with her hands in her pockets.
"You want somethin' freckles?" He asked, without looking up
"Are you going to eat all of that?"
He glanced up at her and raised his eyebrows. Handing her a piece, Sawyer started studying his book again.
Kate stared at her pizza with utter distain, and started picking the pepperonis off and placing them back on the leftover slices in the box.
"What the hell do you think you're doin'?" Sawyer inquired while looking up from his book.
"I'm a vegetarian."
"Why?"
"I don't know… I just never really liked meat."
"Bullshit. Everybody likes meat."
"Not everybody."
"Well, I didn't know I was bringing home a high maintenance gal." Sawyer rolled his eyes and turned back to his book.