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15. Heartbroken

The air outside was chilly and I wrapped my arms around myself as I waited for someone to answer the door. The lights were on inside so there is bound to be at least someone home. I rocked back and forth on my feet, growing impatient. It was dark now, the sun had gone down a hour ago making it that much more cold. I brought a hand to the wooden door one last time, and knocked. A few moments later and still no answer. With a defeated sigh I turned and walked down the little gravel pathway that connected with the cement one. Halfway, though, the sound of the heavy door opening stopped me. I spun around and squinted at the figure. Logan. I walked back to the door and stood there awkwardly.

"Can we talk?" I asked softly and he nodded, opening the door wider for me to walk through. I wanted to know why he was such a jerk earlier today. I wanted answers, and I was getting them.

He walked into the kitchen and I followed. Once we were in the massive kitchen he started opening and closing cupboards. I leaned against the island and placed my hands on the cold marble.

"Where is everyone?" I questioned, the house was very quiet. He glanced at me over his shoulder.

"Out for dinner." he answered and my heart clenched at how cold he was being. I nodded, but he couldn't see because his back was still to me. "Do you want tea?" He asked and switched the kettle on. He looked at me again and I nodded. He pulled out another mug and placed it on the bench. He made our tea in silence and handed it to me without any eye contact. I wrapped my hands around the mug and ran my thumb around the rim.

Logan turned around and leaned his back against the bench with his arms crossed, his hot tea next to him. "What do you want to talk about?"

I was silent a moment as I thought of how to start off. I frowned at the cup of tea in my hands. "Why are you so," I paused trying to think of a word. "why are you so cold today?" I looked up at him.

"Oh please," he scoffed and narrowed his brown eyes at me. "I have every reason to be."

"What do you mean?" I frowned and looked down at my tea.

"You know what I mean." He unfolded his arms and took a step forward. He gripped the top of the island I was leaning on. I looked up at him again and shook my head. "You were all over him." Logan hissed.

"All over who?" I questioned, my voice extremely soft. He looked furious, the vein in his neck prominent. "Logan, what are you talking about?" I let go of my tea and gripped the top of the island as well.

"You get all pissy with me when I'm in the same room as Missy, but I'm not allowed to get even slightly mad when you're flirting with a guy right in front of me!" He raised his voice and my eyes went wide.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Logan." My voice wobbled with confusion and hurt.

"Don't play dumb." He snarled and I took a step back, the tight grip I had on the counter making my hands ache.

"I'm not playing dumb." I whispered, tears collected in my eyes and one lone tear fell. Logan sighed and ran a hand through his hair. I walked around the island to where he was standing and looked at him. "Who was I all over?" I frowned. He looked at me with such a strong emotion but I don't know what it was. "Logan," I said and took a tiny step towards him but he took one back, my heart dropped and I couldn't stop my lip from quivering.

"Luke," he sighed but didn't look at me. "You were all over Luke." he said monotonously. And then it clicked, he thought I was all over Luke earlier today at lunch, but I was just comforting him. I let out a breath and opened my mouth to tell Logan that Luke wasn't into girls but I stopped myself. I can't tell him that, it's not my place to tell him but he looks so mad and hurt. I sighed.

"Logan look at me," he stayed still, refusing look at me. "I wasn't all over him, I was comforting him. And besides, I'm not his type." I said and he scoffed. "I was comforting him Logan, he's going through a tough time and he needs a friend and I happen to be that friend." I placed a hand on Logan's arm. "I love you." His eyes fell to my hand on his arm. "Logan?" I whispered. He still didn't look at me and I let my hand fall back to my side.

"I think you should go." My heart fell to my stomach and tears welled up in my eyes. "I'll talk to you tomorrow, but you should leave." My eyes were cast downwards as I nodded and made my way to the door. I stopped in the doorway of the kitchen and looked back at Logan. We made eye contact briefly before he turned around and a tear rolled down my check. I wish I could tell Logan that Luke was gay but I couldn't bring myself to do it, I promised Luke I wouldn't tell anyone. I turned back around and walked towards the front door with a heavy and aching heart. Logan has never been this harsh towards me before.

I pushed through his front door and let out a sad sigh. I leaned against his door and let the tears fall, a hand to my mouth to silence the loud sobs that would leave me. The cold night breeze sent shivers down my spine and goosebumps rose under my thin jumper. I can't believe he thinks there is something going on between Luke and I, we are just friends and Luke doesn't even like girls. I walk home, trying to stop the tears, willing myself to stop crying. I push my front door open quietly not trying to alert my Mother, I wiped my eyes and shut the door. I walked into the living room but stopped short at the sight of my mother on top of a man. I frozen to my spot, unable to move. My heart dropped further into my stomach, if that was even possible, and the tears that I finally gotten to calm down, poured out my eyes and down my wet checks.

Once I was able to move again, I ran out my house and into the street. My flimsy jumper barely keeping any warmth in me. My street was silent, apart from the occasional cry that left my chapped lips.

The man was Mister Collins. Missy's father.

A/N: pretty crap chapter, I'm sorry but I just wanted to update another chapter for you guys bc you're awesome.

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