-Lost-
Kate's hazel brown eyes burned and her nose stung with the acrid smell of smoke. Coughing loudly into her hand she ran under the dense tree leaves of the forest for cover. She rubbed her torn wrists on her legs and started slowly and surely away from the camping site. Roger's urgent voice still ringing in the back of her mind.
"You make sure that airplane is destroyed, and if it isn't I'll be coming after you."
Sure, she felt a bit guilty for the way she had treated him in the past, but the past was the past and the only thing that they could look forward to on this island was the future. She stopped after a few hours of wandering in the forest, not even sure where she was heading. It really seemed like there was nothing she could do.
"Jack." she said sadly, her voice choked up in her throat. The sudden urge to see him and being held in his arms was surprisingly strong. After reuniting with Roger she felt desperate and in need for a familiar face to comfort her. She blinked her tears away and wiped them on the back of her hand. It was silly to cry now. It wouldn't solve anything.
Stopping a few feet away from the beach, a loud shot echoed through the trees, bouncing off the trunks and she caught herself from screaming. She grabbed her chest and felt her heart pounding hard in it... She had almost forgotten about the others on the island, but why would they be left behind and she and Jack taken?
It wasn't logical... She shook her head and continued on through the branches, to where the sound had come from. Again the shot was heard from the beach, but it was now clearer and louder. Kate squinted through the leaves to get a clear view of whoever it was before she revealed herself.
"Oh, my god..."
Kate blinked several times and squinted harder, making her eyes water from the strain. She had to cover her mouth to restrain the blood-curdling scream that was forcing to make it past her throat. She took small steps towards the heap on the floor, each second dread spreading to more organs in her body. The thing she was walking towards was getting closer... the body she was walking towards was getting closer. She was only a few feet away now, and she turned the head around so that it was facing her.
"Holy shit." she whispered falling onto her back and scrambling away. Tears of fright formed at the corners of her eyes and slid down her freckled cheeks. This wasn't happening it just couldn't be happening.
"Roger..." she squeaked, trying to wake the dead. He was sprawled spread-eagle on the sand and a gunshot wound was imprinted into his forehead, the blood sliding down his right cheek. It was already starting to dry from the afternoon sun, and sand was encrusted like beads in his hair.
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Kate giggled from beneath the covers, her body weak from the love-making she had shared with Tom.
"Come back up, Becca. I'm not finished with you yet." he said gently stroking Kate's wavy hair.
"Oh, no?" she asked innocently, snuggling up to his chest and laying her head there. "I thought I was the one who started this..." she looked up into Tom's eyes and pouted. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"It's just... You're a lot different than I thought you were, Becca." he said, continuing to stroke her hair.
"I hope you mean in a good way right?"
He laughed, "Of course... I'm just sad that I've missed this kind of action when you were there with me since all of junior high."
Kate sighed, laying back onto her pillow, staring at the ceiling, where the fan was spinning, the breeze it created cooling down her hot skin. 'You missed this action because I was with Roger...' she thought mildly. She shook her head to get his image out of her head...
"Say, when does Roger get out?" she asked absentmindedly, so that he wouldn't get suspicious of her thoughts.
"Oh, you didn't already hear from him? He got out a few days ago... He even stopped by. I think he's staying at that hotel across the street." she sighed, shaking his head. "Poor, kid. Can't believe the things that he's done to land him in jail, you know..."
Kate's stomach tightened from guilt and she closed her eyes, a headache coming on. "Yeah, I know..." she bit her bottom lip. "Roger, isn't a bad person, Tom..."
"Of course not, Hun." he said shifting towards her and kissing her neck. She laughed and started kissing him back when suddenly a familiar voice sounded from the other side of the door.
"Tom? Tom!" It was Roger and his footsteps were quickly advancing towards the doorway. "I just came to ask..." he stopped talking as the foulest scene played out before his eyes. He wished he hadn't opened the door... At least not to see a half naked girl he use to be in love with in bed with his own brother.
He couldn't control his temper and he started yelling out his anger at her. He yelled about the affair, how she promised to come back to him after doing his time... he also yelled about how he had covered up what she had done when they were in junior high. How she had been the one who had beat up the man and stolen his money and credit cards... How she should been the one in jail...
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It was a loud confrontation, Kate remembered, and the voices could still be heard echoing in her brain. Kate didn't know why but she suddenly started searching Roger's pockets, trying hard not to stare into the cold, empty eyes. She pulled out the contents and a crinkled piece of paper was the last thing she pulled out. She opened it and noticed how the edges were worn, as if the owner had opened and re-opened the letter several times to read. Looking down she started reading the letter that was written in her own hand-writing.
She had only written it a few months after Roger's jail sentence. Sending it had been the biggest feat. It was a confession letter telling him of the truth... Of how she wasn't really named Becca and how she loved and cared for him. She had written of her longing to somehow get married after his release...
She shook her head and rubbed her aching temples.
Another random shot sounded and this time it was too late.
The noise was quickly registered, but the white-hot pain in her chest was not.
-Lost-
I'm yet again sorry that I haven't been keeping up with this story as much as I'd like to, but since its break now and I will have more time to catch up.
Thanks again for reading.