What He Doesn't Know

Chapter 7

"So, kids," My mother speaks. "How was school?"

I turn to Logan who is picking at his food, he hasn't spoken ever since we got home. When we arrived home, everyone was out, it was just us. My parents didn't get home until after school had ended, so they didn't suspect a thing. Logan had locked himself in his room, not letting anyone in, except me. I had decided to not make him talk, but he did anyway, he told me that he didn't know why he felt so broken, and he described his pain. He had said two words that made my stomach drop, 'heartbroken'. Not ever had my brother gotten his heart broken, he was the heartbreaker, but this time... I couldn't stop myself from walking out of his room, he didn't stop me, nor did I want him to. When it was dinnertime, he came down and hasn't said anything since.

"It was great," I try my best to smile.

"Oh really?" My father looks at me.

I nod, obviously confused by his tone.

"Well, that's strange since I got a call from the school today." I freeze. "They said you two left early."

I look up at Logan who looks like he didn't even hear my him.

"Okay, now we don't have to tell you," Logan mutters.

My father puts his fork down, causing all of us to look up. He looks at Logan.

"What the hell are you two thinking?" He raises his voice.

"Harmony wasn't feeling good." Logan keeps looking at his plate, avoiding my father's glare.

"Oh don't you start with the whole 'Hermione was sick' because I know it's not true!" He yells.

"Harold," my mother warns. "Keep your voice down."

"Not now," he silences my mother. "You two have become so rebellious! What has gotten into you two?"

"Nothing," Logan rolls his eyes.

"You two are grounded," my father turns red with anger. "I don't want to see anyone in the house, and you can only use the car for school-related purposes. You will drive to school and home right after, you don't have sports this month, so it works just fine."

Logan throws his fork on his plate, causing everyone except me to jump.

He stands up and walks upstairs, my father just sighs and keeps on eating.

I look at my mother, who is completely shaken.

She gives me an approving glance, which tells me to go talk to Logan.

I stand up and run upstairs.

"Logan?" I knock on his door. "It's me, Hermione..."

"Come in."

I knew that if I hadn't said that it was me, he would've told me to leave.

I walk inside and look for him, he's leaning on his windowsill, holding...

"Logan!" I close his door and walk towards him.

"What?"

"Put that down." I angrily rip the cigar away from him.

"Hermione, stop!" He tries to take it back.

As he says my name, I flinch and throw the cigar out the window.

He groans and pushes me aside, catching me by surprise, and I stumble. I fall on his desk, hitting my hip on the corner.

I hiss in pain and he turns to me.

"I am so sorry, Harm." He reaches out to help me, but I back away.

I shake my head and walk towards the door.