Page 35 of Sinful as They Come
“I can’t wait.” Brodie grinned.
“Sorry again for what happened,” I said softly. “I promise it won’t happen again.”
“I know you didn’t mean to upset me or anything, Holly.” Brodie shrugged, that same smile still on his face. “Forget it happened. I’m more pumped about this music thing, anyway.”
There were some voices by the door. I looked over to see the other writers – Christy, Danny, and Sasha – entering the room, chatting excitedly amongst themselves. They were a good, reliable team, and Brodie was already fitting in really well with them.
“Why don’t you have a seat?” I asked Brodie. “I’ll let the team know about the change. They’re gonna be jealous.”
Chuckling, Brodie got his stuff out and sat down, giving me a chance to process what had just happened. Brodie was kind enough to forgive me. Part of me felt like I didn’t deserve that forgiveness, though.
I thought about Sawyer for a moment. About how he had looked at me with so much resentment in his eyes in the hallway. And then there was that last thing he said to me. Ugh. He was so vulgar. Classic Sawyer…
If only Sawyer was more like his cousin.
***
I had to ask Sasha who asked Lucas who asked Owen for Sawyer’s address: trailer 116 at Mills Mobile Home Park.
Brodie had left his notebook behind after our meeting. From the looks of it, he used it for every one of his classes. And since he had Mr. Bailey, I knew for a fact Brodie would have had a bunch of homework too.
Sawyer and Brodie lived at Mills Mobile Home Park over at Cedar Crest. It would be about over a thirty-minute drive back to my place. Checking my phone, I saw that I would make it home in time for dinner if I left then and there. It was the least I could do after all the Brodie drama.
So, I hopped in my car and began the journey to a part of town that I had never been to. Most of the time I had no reason to go to that part of Dallas. It couldn’t be that bad…
The drive there was a little slow thanks to the heavy traffic. After a long stretch on the highway my phone told me to take a right turn, which very quickly led to a rather old, dirty road. I winced as I drove, wondering what damage I was doing to my car. The road went on for a few more minutes before I saw a chipped sign. Mills Mobile Home Park. There it was.
I made a left turn and noted that the one side of the entrance had a half-broken, picket fence that was flaked all over. The other side was totally fenceless. I drove slowly and sighed the more I moved. It was a fairly big trailer park with not much space in between the properties, so different to what I was used to. I had no idea where to find number 116 since there didn’t seem to be any signs telling me where to go.
I turned a corner and drove up yet another dirt road, moving slowly. My eyes scanned left to right, taking in each trailer, my eyes squinting at the small numbers on the mail boxes. Some of them didn’t even seem to have numbers on them at all. But then I finally spotted the blue truck I had become familiar with.
That was definitely Sawyer’s truck. And the 116 painted at the front of the trailer confirmed that it was Sawyer’s. It looked like he was home then. I just hoped Brodie was too, because it was going to be extremely awkward otherwise.
I got out of my car before taking a cautious step to the small building with eggshell white panelling. My eyes landed on a few open windows that framed the sides of the trailer. Maybe Sawyer heard my car when I drove in. Maybe he was about to argue with me some more.
I had taken just one step forward, eyeing the carefully placed pot plants at the front of the building, when I heard the harsh noises. Swearing, yelling, something being thrown. Something was happening in Sawyer’s home and it wasn’t good. Instinctively I took a shaky step back.
“I swear to fucking God if you touch that—”
Sawyer was screaming. But at who? Then there was a loud crash that made me jump on the spot.
“What the fuck did I just tell you?” Sawyer barked at someone.
That was the first time I had ever heard him sound furious. He sounded utterly filled with rage. Our fights never got that far. I took a step backwards. It was all so intense. Sawyer and I fought all the time, but never like that. It was never that bad.
I suddenly felt the need to leave. Sawyer wouldn’t want me to overhear all of that. I knew that for a fact. But he was storming out of his trailerbefore I could even turn around. He moved down the stairs in a hurry, pulling on his leather jacket while a cigarette hung loosely between his lips.
When he saw me, I saw wrath in his eyes. Pure darkness. I didn’t know if he was mad at me for overhearing the fight or just madfromthe fight. I saw him mutter out a “fuck” under his breath. But then he just kept walking. He moved straight past me.
I turned around, watching him as he moved quickly towards the large group of trees in the back. My shaky hands held on to Brodie’s notebook tighter. I had to say something to Sawyer.
“Sawyer?” I called out, but he said nothing.
I sighed and followed him. It was hard to keep up with him. I was practically jogging. He was taking long, heavy strides; still so silent.
“Sawyer?” I tried again. “Are you okay?”
Still nothing. Not even an insult. He didn’t even tell me to fuck off or anything. He just stayed quiet, taking those same quick steps.
