All Chapters of The Butterfly Knot : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

❀ Kate ❀ We REALLY need a bigger mirror up here. I squinted at myself critically into the compact glass square above my dingy locker, rubbing a generous amount of 60 SPF sunscreen into my neck and chest vigorously. Joyner Lucas' "Broke and Stupid" was playing on the small back radio we were allowed to have while working, and I bobbed my head slightly to the chill beat as I finished up. Not bothering to fix my newly cut hair into it's usual low ponytail, I studied the chestnut strands brush against my shoulder blades while adjusting the navy blue and fire engine red racer back one piece suit I wore. It was an alright day; I didn't hate what I saw in the mirror for once. There! Ready, set, glow. “Enjoy your lunch, Kater Tot. Hey, could you grab me a bag of gummy worms from the concession stand if you’re headed that way? The sour ones.” Tristan Blankenship, my current on duty supervisor, asked absently from where he

◦◦ Sawyer ◦◦ Five and a half hours later, NCH Baker Hospital “...I can’t breathe. God I can’t catch my breath. Don’t leave...please? I’m scared...” Recollections of earlier this afternoon at the beach started rushing forward the moment I came to from a short nap I’d been taking, and I blinked slowly in confusion as my head lolled to the side seemingly on it’s own with leisure. The smell of rubbing alcohol was strong, making me wrinkle my nose. You know that feeling you get when you know where you’re at, but not? That’s sort of what waking up at NCH Baker, especially like this, felt like for me. Did I...really admit that I was afraid to someone? To...the lifeguard who saved me. Kate? I could still feel the warmth of her steady hands clasping onto one of mine as I was fading in and out of consciousness. Paramedics gave me the creeps, and the last thing I wanted was to be strapped down on s

◦◦ Sawyer ◦◦ Two 1/2 hours later My mind was slowly churning to unrecognizable mush, but I was helpless to stop any of it from happening; The wild animal I’ve awakened inside Kaitlyn toyed with me ferociously, and I’d lost all track of time as I sank deeper into her deliberate lust induced spell. Feverish grunts and screams echoed off the walls, but my ears ceased to register who they were coming from. Even my own sounded foreign and exciting before long. I couldn’t even remember the last time I’d been so...riled up for someone, anyone really. There I was though, and I wouldn't have had it any other way. “...I’m obsessed with every inch of you...” Kate rasped gently, giving the sore nipples she’d been sucking on a brief respite so I could attempt to catch my breath. A warm, wet trail started to descend south of the border—and all I could d

◦◦ Sawyer ◦◦ I felt so fucking pathetic, sitting across my dining room table from Kate while we quietly dug into the blueberry french toast I prepared for us not ten minutes ago. Her remarkable hazel eyes were aflame with questions I had no plans on answering, not because I didn’t want to...but I just couldn’t bring myself to get into what I’ve been so carefully avoiding. Not again. Risking another downward spiral didn’t sound like the sort of hellish party I wanted to attend. That stuck up bitch in the old photograph Kate held in her hands before I grabbed and broke the frame encasing it, is my most recent EX girlfriend; A.K.A a prime cause for the majority of my slew of idiotic drunken escapades. If one could even call her that. We weren’t official after all, but Violaine Gagnon gleefully yanked and played with my heart strings like the manipulative, master puppeteer she is...and the more

◦◦ Sawyer ◦◦ SMS: Alright, I think you’ve been salty over what happened Thursday night long enough. Don’t you? Get it out of your system and text me back already. It’s been almost a week dude, let’s hash it out in person if that’s easier. We aren’t 18 anymore though, so grow up! I quickly texted Erin as Kate and I anxiously endured the line to ride this massive multi-colored hot air balloon I booked for our first date, letting out a haughty sigh before shoving my phone in the front pocket of my jeans with a slight frown. Since Friday morning, I’ve sent over a dozen messages and received jack shit in response. My peace making invitation for a impromptu movie night went ignored even, and Erin never passes those up unless she’s had a rough day at work and wants to veg out alone. If my homemade buttered popcorn and an icy cherry Coca Cola wasn’t enticing enough, she must be a hell o