Lies

Chapter 44

Felix

It's been over two and a half weeks since Kagami's birthday. That's seventeen and a half days. It's four-hundred and twenty hours. twenty-five thousand two-hundred minutes. All this time has passed and she still hasn't changed. They said that due to the contusion on her head she might not wake up. I believe she will. She has to. As selfish as it sounds I need her to.

Each day that goes by Logan cleans up his bread crumbs. Each day that goes by he figures out a way to weasel out of the predicament. Each fucking day I see his empty ass seat in class wondering what else he cleaned up. Each day I wish he would show his cowardly face. At least give me a chance to look at me. Right now it may be my word against his, but fuck!

She's unconscious. She was bruised when I brought her. He left with a few scratches. She had his skin underneath her nails, but of course they weren't able to use that. His father stepped in and played the "hero". Paying the fucking hospital a shiny penny.

Giving bribes without recourse.

They're a pusillanimous family.

Show your true fucking colors!

How do I know this is happening? Easy.

I went to the hotel and asked the manager if I could get proof for a crime. He had told me that I'd need to file a police report in order to get a warrant and then stated that it wouldn't amount to much since they don't work. I knew it was bullshit, but it still made me angry.

Next was the restaurant, but that place was under his father's payroll. Which meant they definitely wouldn't rat him out. I tried to search for the SUV and somehow that disappeared as well. The only proof is lying in a hospital unconscious.

It was idiotic of me to drop my phone in the damn hotel. I would've turned that in with the recording. She was so smart to think of that. Even in duress, she found what would benefit her in the end.

If I hadn't fucked up and lost my phone and left hers, Logan would be facing repercussions right now,

Damn it!

I visit every day after school. Every chance I get, I bring her orchids. Every time I'm alone with her I tell her we will get him back. She doesn't move. She doesn't warn me about the dangers. She just lays there with her eyes closed.

Her neck looks a lot better. Her head is hard to see, but I'm sure it's looking good. She looks close to her normal self. Her freckles still dance across her nose and her lips have a small tinge of color. I'm happy to know that she's safe away from him, but I'd be happier to see those eyes of hers open.

Even if she is recouping there's a small part of me that thinks she won't remember. It's possible. What if she doesn't remember me? What if our time was cut? What if. What if. What if.

The police stopped coming by two weeks ago. They said they couldn't do anything else until she woke up. They weren't able to get any leads, because everything that happened was just my word against his. Even if the fucking proof was laying on the damn bed.

Bastard!

Did they not see her? The pain she endured?

Don't worry son, we will get the man responsible. They said, We will look into it. They told me.

Yet I haven't seen anyone do a damn thing about this.

As much as it kills me to say it, Logan can cover his damn tracks in the snow if he really wanted to. He could make the touched snow look untouched. As if you finished watching the snowfall peacefully on the grass and the world looks perfect. Quiet. Peaceful. Soft.