Bonboni - Thanks for the reviews, and I'm sorry about cliff-hangers! Lol.
Dee Lee – Suspense is this fic's middle name.
xox-emily-xox – Glad you think so, and now you will get to see what happens…
Chapter 4Sawyer stood blocking the entrance to her tent and he wasn't planning on moving anytime soon.
"Can you move please?" She sighed, fed up.
"I can move just fine, freckles." But he didn't.
"Kate took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. "Sawyer, could you just let me in my tent…please?" She was exhausted, both emotionally and physically.
"No chance in hell, sweet cheeks." Sawyer smirked, and Kate saw the glint in his eyes. He wasn't really enjoying this little fight thing they had going on, but he couldn't help smile at the way Kate looked so beautiful especially when she got angry and irritated. She was just the kind of woman he liked, not that he was going to let that show anytime soon.
Kate rolled her eyes, and then looked Sawyer straight in the eyes. In an instant, she tried to barge past and fight her way into her tent, but Sawyer saw it coming and took hold of both her arms, preventing her from moving anywhere. "Where d'ya think you're going sassafras?"
"My tent." Kate gritted her teeth, and tried to brake hi grip on her wrists but unlike last night, it didn't work, and she stood there looking helpless, which made her feel even more irritated.
"No so fast." Sawyer breathed.
"Look, I'm really not in the mood for this, sawyer."
"Ain't that a shame, cause I am." He said gruffly.
"Can't you just leave me alone?" She tried again, exasperated.
"Now that would be nice, would't it now? But I aint nice am I, freckles?" He pulled her into her tent, closing the opening behind him, and tightening the grip he had on her.
She sighed again, and there was a brief pause before she blurted out, "I'm tired of this."
"Of what?" Sawyer raised his eyebrows, interested.
"This." She cried. She manoeuvred her hand, still in his hold, and poked his chest and then hers.
"Well, guess that's true for me now too."
"What?"
"I'm tried of this." He said, waving with her hands and his, to the space between them.
"Give it up, Sawyer. You were the one who started this fight or whatever yo-"
"I'm not talking about this fight. I'm talking about you and me."
"So this is what it's about? Us. What's their to talk about?' Kate laughed in incredulity. Was she really hearing this?
"Everything. There's a whole lot of things we could talk about, but I ain't sure if they're worth it." He growled, bringing his face down close to hers, so that she could feel the full impact of his words. Kate knew what he was getting at; even she could see what those words really meant. He didn't have to say it twice; she knew what it stood for. They weren't worth it…She wasn't worth it. That was the hidden meaning behind that simple sentence. She felt like she had done that night before the raft had set sail, when he had told her that he wasn't staying because he had nothing worth staying for.
"Then why are you here? If there's nothing worth talking about?" She spat, glaring.
"Because I wanna know why, Kate." And it was as if with that one sentence, his whole heart went see-through, and Kate got a glimpse of what he was really feeling. Betrayed…
She wasn't giving in that easy though. "Why, what?"
"Don't act dumb, sassafras."
"I'm not." She said, defencefully
"Course not."
There was silence, neither knew what to say and at the same time, both knew what they needed to say.
Sawyer interrupted the dismal silence. "I know I said, you could just ask and that, freckles, but you ain't been exactly askin' have ya?"
"I already told you, it's not like that." She said, tears welling up in her eyes again.
"Hell, we both know that ain't the truth."
"I don't." She tried to reason.
"Stop lying! Damn it, Kate!" Sawyer yelled, his voice raising several decibels.
"I'm not."
"Shut up. Tell me the truth!"
"I don't know what else to say, Sawyer."
"Then don't say anything. But I sure as hell ain't speaking to ya again till ya tell me. If I been sleeping with ya, then the least I should have is one simple answer, and if you aint gonna give me that, then I suppose you'll just have to miss out on my company, cause freckles, I cant be around you no more."
He flung her wrists away from his, as if he felt repulsed at the touch of her. Which he didn't, he actually wanted more of her but he restrained himself. This was one time he didn't want a fight to end up in make-up sex, because this was the one time he had felt hurt by a woman.
He gave he one last look, before he turned away, he sauntered over to the opening again, pulling it back. He took one step outside, when he heard her call him.
"Sawyer." She protested, "It really isn't like that."
He kept on going, not believing any of it. He could be too damn stubborn sometimes…
"Fine If you cant accept the truth, then go. Yeah," Sawyer turned around to face her, and she could see the burning anger in his eyes. She guessed that hers mirrored his. "Just go. Get out of my tent, and stay away from me. I don't need any of this." She spat. He gave her one last look of disgust and left, as if he couldn't get away quick enough.
She fell to her knees, and didn't know what to do. Maybe the best thing was to just let him go, make him stay away from her…at least until she figured out where her feelings really laid. She had to do that soon, before she ended up hurting him or anyone else more than she already had…