Ours- Yandere!Logicality, Book 3 (Sanders Sides)

= CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE - I Can't Believe I Think This Is a Good Idea. (LOGAN) =

:November 7th, XX46; Thursday.

:SIMMER DOWN.

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"...Logan? Honey, are you alright?"

Logan blinked to himself a few times. The weight on his shoulders was suddenly gone, and the whispering in his ear had disappeared. But the memory of it... he wasn't sure that would go away for a while. He turned around to see his husband walking towards him, a bit worried.

"Uhm... I don't know."

"What happened?"

"I heard the voice again."

Patton grabbed Logan's hands. "...Do you want to sit down?"

Logan sighed. "Please. Yes."

The two made their way over to the couch, Logan's want to go upstairs completely abandoned at this point. He sat down with a huff, Patton next to him, one hand holding Logan's and the other on his shoulder. Logan felt he was supposed to explain what happened, yet a part of him didn't want to. He knew all it would do was scare Patton... but communication was necessary, regardless.

"...Well, it was like last time, but worse," he began, Patton nodding sympathetically along. "I believe my hands suddenly becoming cold earlier might've had something to do with it, when I was standing there everything just felt cold once again. I could almost feel a breath in my ear, and it felt as if hands were holding down my shoulders so I couldn't move... I don't understand it."

"Was it just more stuff about setting up something between you and your mom?"

"Yes. But it was... taunting, this time. It was teasing me. It was- it was so familiar, too, yet I can't place why. I know I've heard that voice before... somewhere."

Logan sighed, bringing a hand up to the bridge of his nose and pinching it. Patton laid his head on his shoulder.

"I could call our therapist," Patton suggested. "We haven't needed to schedule a session in a good... maybe decade, decade and a half, but it couldn't hurt."

"That's true, but I doubt it would do me much good this time. It seems like everything has been going wrong since those ancestry results came back in."

"...Yeah, you're right. They have been."

There was silence. Logan leaned back a tad and Patton rubbed his arm.

"Perhaps I should just go through with it..." Logan mumbled. Patton brought his head up with a blink.

"Why would you want to?"

"I don't know, I just now feel like I should. And perhaps if I do the voice will go away. It doesn't need to be much, and then once it's done I'll cut her off and never have to think about her again."

Patton stared at him for a moment, and then he sighed. "Well... that could work. Are you sure it would be worth it, though?"

"It would be if it'll get the voice away. I believe if I hear it a third time, it'll be worse than whatever just happened now. And I do not want that."

"Okay. You should text her now, then."

"I will. Though I am not going to bother to label her contact in my phone... that's likely too much."

Unknown Number
4:25 PM

I've thought about it and
I'd like to schedule dinner
with you one night.>

<I knew you would
come around, my son.
<Do you have any plans this weekend?

I do not. There is an Olive Garden
somewhere between our homes we
could go to. I'll make a reservation
and send you the directions.>

<Don't you think it would be
best to choose a better
place than Olive Garden?

Do not make this more
difficult than it has to be.>

<Fine.

November 9th, 7:30 PM. This Saturday.
We will meet inside the restaurant.
I am going to bring my husband,
please do not be rude.>
The location is here.
https://bit.ly/3cKcJDI>

<Can't wait to see you.

Logan put his phone down with a huff, and Patton blinked at him.

"You know you can always cancel if you change your mind," he said.

"I know. But she would raise hell over that. And I truly believe doing this will get the voice to go away."

Suddenly, the door opened, and Logan startled a bit, but it was only his son, mildly red in the face and grinning.

"Hey, dads!" Joe greeted.

"Hey, kiddo," Patton smiled at him from the couch. "Did you have a good day at school?"

"I did, today was our last day of tech week, it went really well. Oliver's doing his job amazingly. And the show is tomorrow night."

"Oh, right, I almost forgot," Patton glanced up at Logan. "That'll be something to... keep our minds off things."

Joe raised an eyebrow at them, but seemed to let it go quickly. Logan nodded.

"We'll certainly be there, Joe, of course."

"Awesome!"

With that, Joe ran upstairs, and Logan sighed, squeezing Patton's hand.

"I'm sure that'll be a good show," Patton kept a smile on his face. "With Sage as one of the leads, I mean, of course it'll be."

"Ah... yes. The theatre program at that school involves many good teen actors."

"Yeah. You wanna watch some TV now?"

"Sure."

...This felt like it was all just a distraction.

Logan couldn't seem to shake the memory of the voice from his mind, even as Patton turned on their favorite sitcom and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. He wasn't lying when he said it had taunted him. He'd already forced himself to forget most of what it said exactly, but he distinctly remembered being called a coward, and a...

...bitch.

Oh. So that was who it sounded like. Surely, it wasn't truly him. It was his mind playing tricks, that was all it ever was, but... god.

This was why sometimes Logan wished he was the one who killed Remy.

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see ya in the next chapter!🎟
    ~Maxx(SanderShipper)