and then he was cut off as his body was flung slightly to the left in front of me.
I looked to my side to see SJ, or Sawyer, as he seemed to go by now. His face looked pissed and his fists were clenched. Oh, yes. SJ always did come to my rescue. This was going to be interesting. Travis stumbled to stand up and looked like he was going to lunge at Sawyer. Sawyer either didn’t notice or didn’t care, because he slowly walked towards me and then gently touched my cheek.
“Are you okay?” I nodded my head, completely confused. “Is that your husband?” I shook my head. “Boyfriend?” I shook it again. “Long lost brother?” I shook my head again, unable to speak. Sawyer nodded his head and looked over at Travis, then back at me. “Even if he was, I don’t like him treating you like that. You don’t ever deserve that. You understand that, right, Pumpkin?”
I nodded again. “He’s a friend,” I blurted.
Sawyer ignored me and glared up at Travis. SJ had always worried about me; this wasn’t unexpected behavior for my long-lost best friend. Sawyer shifted his body so he was slightly blocking me from Travis and crossed his arms.
Travis walked strongly towards Sawyer. “I suggest you get out of my way and mind your business.” Sawyer stood his ground as I peered around him to see Travis glaring at him.
“You treating her like a rag doll is my business.”
Travis laughed sarcastically. “Ha. Rag doll? You’ve got to be fucking with me. I’m trying to protect her from jackasses like yourself.”
Sawyer shifted a little and looked back at me. “First off—language.” Ah yes, Sawyer always was a gentleman. He only ever swore in front of me in emergencies and by accident. Travis looked like he was going to punch him. “Second, I am many things, guy, but a donkey isn’t one of them.” Sawyer shifted slightly so he could look back at me again, and I peered over to see Travis’s glare soften then harden again.
Travis shoulder chucked Sawyer, who just stood there ready to jump as Travis walked towards me. Travis looked at me with concern in his eyes. “I’m sorry, Meg. You okay?” I nodded my head, still dumbfounded. Then his face turned from concerned to pissed again. “Good, we are leaving, now!” He grabbed my arm again and began pulling me.
I shook my head. “Wait, what? No, I don’t want to,” I said, sounding like a toddler. My eyes locked with Sawyer’s, and I couldn’t believe he’d found me. I had left him eight years ago, standing in front of my trailer, and he’d found me. When I thought all hope was lost, that I would never see him again, he found me. He stood there staring at me, searching my eyes.
Travis groaned. “Damn it, Meg, I don’t give a shit what you want. You are the biggest pain in my ass. I swear, if Charles—”
At the mention of his name, I broke the connection with Sawyer and my eyes flung to Travis, who stopped talking. “Don’t you dare!” I shouted. “Don’t you dare tell me anything about him! You ass hat!”
Travis wiped his hand down his face. “Meg, I’m sorry, okay? I took it too far. But we need to go.” I nodded my head, and just as I was about to turn to talk to Sawyer, my feet were no longer on the ground, but were dangling in the air instead. Travis had thrown me over his shoulder and was walking quickly through the crowded club.
I looked up to see Sawyer about to rush to my rescue when I mouthed, “It’s okay.” He reluctantly nodded his head and then just stared at us as we walked away. This image of him disturbed me, because it was similar to the one I had of him eight years ago. Except that time I had turned around and run. This time, I watched his disappointed face the entire time until he disappeared from my line of sight. The pain that the image shot through me was close to torture. I bounced on Travis’s shoulder, yelling at him to put me down.
I heard him mumble something along the lines of, “You fucking women drive me
I looked to my side to see SJ, or Sawyer, as he seemed to go by now. His face looked pissed and his fists were clenched. Oh, yes. SJ always did come to my rescue. This was going to be interesting. Travis stumbled to stand up and looked like he was going to lunge at Sawyer. Sawyer either didn’t notice or didn’t care, because he slowly walked towards me and then gently touched my cheek.
“Are you okay?” I nodded my head, completely confused. “Is that your husband?” I shook my head. “Boyfriend?” I shook it again. “Long lost brother?” I shook my head again, unable to speak. Sawyer nodded his head and looked over at Travis, then back at me. “Even if he was, I don’t like him treating you like that. You don’t ever deserve that. You understand that, right, Pumpkin?”
I nodded again. “He’s a friend,” I blurted.
Sawyer ignored me and glared up at Travis. SJ had always worried about me; this wasn’t unexpected behavior for my long-lost best friend. Sawyer shifted his body so he was slightly blocking me from Travis and crossed his arms.
Travis walked strongly towards Sawyer. “I suggest you get out of my way and mind your business.” Sawyer stood his ground as I peered around him to see Travis glaring at him.
“You treating her like a rag doll is my business.”
Travis laughed sarcastically. “Ha. Rag doll? You’ve got to be fucking with me. I’m trying to protect her from jackasses like yourself.”
Sawyer shifted a little and looked back at me. “First off—language.” Ah yes, Sawyer always was a gentleman. He only ever swore in front of me in emergencies and by accident. Travis looked like he was going to punch him. “Second, I am many things, guy, but a donkey isn’t one of them.” Sawyer shifted slightly so he could look back at me again, and I peered over to see Travis’s glare soften then harden again.
Travis shoulder chucked Sawyer, who just stood there ready to jump as Travis walked towards me. Travis looked at me with concern in his eyes. “I’m sorry, Meg. You okay?” I nodded my head, still dumbfounded. Then his face turned from concerned to pissed again. “Good, we are leaving, now!” He grabbed my arm again and began pulling me.
I shook my head. “Wait, what? No, I don’t want to,” I said, sounding like a toddler. My eyes locked with Sawyer’s, and I couldn’t believe he’d found me. I had left him eight years ago, standing in front of my trailer, and he’d found me. When I thought all hope was lost, that I would never see him again, he found me. He stood there staring at me, searching my eyes.
Travis groaned. “Damn it, Meg, I don’t give a shit what you want. You are the biggest pain in my ass. I swear, if Charles—”
At the mention of his name, I broke the connection with Sawyer and my eyes flung to Travis, who stopped talking. “Don’t you dare!” I shouted. “Don’t you dare tell me anything about him! You ass hat!”
Travis wiped his hand down his face. “Meg, I’m sorry, okay? I took it too far. But we need to go.” I nodded my head, and just as I was about to turn to talk to Sawyer, my feet were no longer on the ground, but were dangling in the air instead. Travis had thrown me over his shoulder and was walking quickly through the crowded club.
I looked up to see Sawyer about to rush to my rescue when I mouthed, “It’s okay.” He reluctantly nodded his head and then just stared at us as we walked away. This image of him disturbed me, because it was similar to the one I had of him eight years ago. Except that time I had turned around and run. This time, I watched his disappointed face the entire time until he disappeared from my line of sight. The pain that the image shot through me was close to torture. I bounced on Travis’s shoulder, yelling at him to put me down.
I heard him mumble something along the lines of, “You fucking women drive me
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