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

= CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE - I suppose I have snapped. (LOGAN) =

:January 11th, XX47; Saturday.

:LOSE EVERYTHING.

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Logan was zoned out in his car outside his mother's home with a knife in his lap.

He honestly wasn't sure exactly how he had ended up there, though- the last thing he remembered was hearing a loud shatter as his son dropped something in his room upstairs, and Patton telling Logan to come with him to check it out, but clearly Logan had not followed that command. Patton had gotten up the stairs before him and then suddenly Logan was in his car, and there was a kitchen knife in his lap.

And it just so happened that it was his mother's birthday... so of course he had to visit her.

Patton was likely still at home, but panicking, to say the least. He'd likely make sure Joe was asleep and then begin pacing the downstairs waiting for his husband to return home since he had let go of him for a second and Logan had taken that opportunity and bolted.

He felt quite bad putting Patton through this stress... but Logan was feeling some of it himself. He blinked, and he analyzed his surroundings, coming to terms with what he had the materials to do. His mother never got security systems because she always claimed they were being used by the government to watch her. She was likely stupid enough to leave her door unlocked, too. There was an oven mit that had been thrown hastily in the backseat behind him, not the best glove he could use but it was mostly new and all he could get in the few seconds he had.

And then, of course, there was the knife. The weapon. It certainly wasn't his first choice, he would've rather chosen something where he wouldn't have to get his hands dirty, but this was clearly the easiest thing to grab since the only place he could gather supplies from was the kitchen.

So... was he going to do this, then?

...

No.

Yes, actually- or, was he? It was a tough question. He supposed he should've decided on whether or not this was a good idea before he left but it was too late to go back now.

...And if it was truly too late to go back he might as well go through with it.

But also, it wasn't too late. He could go home and tell the truth to his husband that he didn't go through with it, and then Patton would be happy with him and perhaps then they could leave this all behind. With her still alive, of course. But that still seemed to be the persisting issue with all of this.

With a sigh, Logan dragged his finger over the handle of the knife, tracing circles and swirls all around the edges. The weapon was a delicate thing, really- it wasn't a butter knife but that didn't mean it was ever meant for murder. A knife like that was more for chopping up things like ham and other meat, or thickly skinned fruits like cantaloupe or dragonfruit.

But that also didn't mean seeing the blood of his mother dripping down the edges wouldn't fill him with satisfaction.

With a groan, Logan leaned back in his seat. The car was still running- he could leave. He planned to keep it running just so he could make a quick escape, but to avoid the deed all he needed to do was grip the wheel and drive.

...And yet, he was still fiddling with the weapon in his hands. So perhaps that was his sign to just go for it.

He reached behind him and grabbed the oven mit he'd brought- it fit his hand nicely but it still made for an awkward grip of the handle. It was far more important to cover up his tracks, though, and so he decided he could deal with it. He slipped the weapon into the front pocket of the hoodie he had already been wearing when he got in the car, and then he was walking up to her doorstep, breathing slow and steady but his heart still racing.