xox-emily-xox- Yeah they are having a fight…But where that will take them we have yet to find out. Hehe. –Smiles-
Dee Lee – Glad you're liking the fic. And I hope you enjoy this chapter too.
Keep reviewing people, because the more reviews I get, the more likely I am to continue. And it also makes me feel good. Thankies to all who have reviewed so far, but don't stop now! Lol. This chapter is more about Kate but I hope you like it anyway. Happy reading!
Chapter 3It was dark and late. After leaving Sawyer's tent, Kate knew it was probably time to be heading to her own tent for some sleep. But she couldn't. She just couldn't. She didn't feel tired either. She didn't know what she felt.
Kate ran as fast as she could through the jungle. She was running again, and this time from herself. She couldn't outrun herself but at this moment she wanted to try. Part of her new she was a wreck and seriously messed up in the head. The other half didn't know what to think. She could barely breathe, she was running so fast. She didn't know where she was going, but who ever did on this god dam island. Trees became a blur, and she was losing her balance. She didn't care though. She eventually stopped when she was out of breath. Looking around, she noticed that she was in a clearing of some sort.
She sat down, with her legs close to her, and her arms wrapped around them. Her head rested on top of her knees, so her body could rock subtly backwards and forwards. She was confused, hurt, angry, upset, in love, irritated…but with whom, she did not know. Maybe it was Jack. Maybe it was Sawyer. Maybe it was herself. Maybe it was all of them. She couldn't differentiate between the three though which made her even more confused. Tears welled up in her eyes, forcing her to blink them out, and leaving them to tumble down her freckled cheeks. This act, only made her more agitated. She wasn't weak. She hadn't been before. She never used to cry as much as she had been. And even when she used to cry, she always had known why she was doing so. This time was different. I have no reason to cry, she thought, although the idea wasn't comforting.
As she closed her eyes, she found herself repeating the conversation she had had with Sawyer in her head, and she realised that nothing would be the same in the morning. After that, there was no way, her and Sawyer could speak to each other or even look at each other without wanting to say something equally cutting and upsetting. On her part at least, she wished he hadn't said anything and that the night had worked out like every other night this week. His words had wounded her, as she didn't know how to take them. She didn't even know if he was right or not. And it was something she had to figure out. What did she really feel about either of the men? The last few nights she had been driven by desire and the need to feel loved, but what did that imply? What did that mean? With her circling thoughts, Kate lifted her head up for one last look at the black sky and golden stars, before collapsing onto the grassy floor. She soon found herself asleep, and her breathing returned to normal.
Meanwhile, back in his tent Sawyer was already fast asleep. But he had surrended to his slumber long before Kate had. He hadn't found it at all hard to drift off into dream world, unlike Kate.
Kate felt disorientated when she woke, and it took her a few moments to realise where she was and what had happened last night. She groaned with dread at the thought of everything.
The sun was shining brightly which made it clear that it was some time in the morning. I ought to be getting back; otherwise they'll go on some frantic search mission like they always do, thought Kate. It was enough to make her give out a weak smile. She got up, brushed the dirt off her clothes, pulled her tangled hair back into its original ponytail, and headed back. She walked slowly, in a speed that was the opposite to yesterday. She was in no rush to get back…
Sawyer was awake and reading, which was unusual for him. He never got up early, especially on his own. He watched the tent opening warily, almost waiting for her to come back in and throw an accusation at him to continue where last night left off. She didn't though, and when Sawyer realised his stomach was rumbling, he thought it was about time he left his tent to get some food. He briskly left his tent in search for something to feel his stomach's needs.
When he reached the food stall, which Jack had so kindly put up with the help of Charlie a few weeks ago, the doc himself greeted him.
"Morning Sawyer."
"Mornin' Doc." He grunted in response. He thought that Jack would leave now. He had got his greeting. However Jack just stood there staring at him. "Whatcha lookin' at Doc?" Sawyer asked.
"Do you know where Kate is?" Jack blurted out.
"Kate? Oh, freckles. No, why the hell would I know?" Sawyer snapped.
"She's been with you a lot lately." Jack stated, the 'duh' in his tone didn't go unmissed.
"That's only cause she ain't got much attention from you."
Jack gave him a look, which showed he didn't really get what Sawyer was implying or he did but he didn't know how it applied to him.
"Anyway nobody's seen here since yesterday."
"Ain't you looked in her tent?" Sawyer spat, he was in mood for this.
"Yes, and she's not in there." Jack rolled his eyes.
""I'm sure she's fine. She's a big girl, hero." Sawyer said, and walked away before Jack could say something else. There was a part of him that doubted what he had just said, what if she weren't okay? Would it be his fault? And then he snapped himself out of it. It wouldn't be his fault, how could it be?
He looked down at the sand, as he shuffled back towards the tents. He stopped in front of Kate's tent briefly. He wanted to check that Jack wasn't making it up. Without a second thought, he swiped the opening aside, and peered inside. Jack was right. She wasn't in there. But still, that didn't mean she was anywhere unexpected. She could be washing somewhere or picking fruit. He told himself that he wasn't worrying about her, when it was obvious he was.
"What d'ya think your doing, looking in my tent?" A voice snapped, knocking Sawyer out of his reverie. He turned slowly around, and tried to avoid looking at the woman in front of him. When it seemed that he couldn't, he found that he was greeted with a frozen stare from the owner herself. She pushed her curls behind her ears, and then crossed her arms, expecting an explanation.
"Kate." Sawyer glared.
"James." Kate's expression was equal to his. Full of anger, hate, and hurt…