Will.
I gripped onto the steering wheel as I drove back home with Logan in the passenger seat, humming along to the song that was playing on the radio.
I gritted my teeth slightly, feeling extremely angry at my father. How could he do that to Logan? How could he hit his own flesh and blood? Why would anyone want to hit their children?
It does no good in the world. It's pointless and uncalled for. I looked over at Logan to see the purple-y brown-y bruises scattered across her arm. No doubt some would be on her stomach too.
It sickens me really, how someone could just hit another human being without feeling an inch of guilt? How could someone go on with their day as usual without the guilt of hitting someone in their head?
I felt no remorse for the guy I punched yesterday, but that's because he was hitting on my baby sister who is only seventeen years old and he looked at least twenty two.
I say that and he'll probably be like fifteen.
I snapped back into reality and looked at my knuckles to see they were turning white from the tight grip on my steering wheel, it wasn't my fault. I looked at Logan to see she was looking down at her phone with a sad look on her face.
"Logie, you okay?" I asked, looking at the road again, relieved that the road wasn't too busy in case I had crashed my car after zoning out for so long. I glanced back at her after not hearing her answer to see she was staring down at her lap. "Logan?" I asked worriedly.
"He scared me, Will." She spoke quietly and I tightened my grip yet again. "He reminded me of.." Her voice broke as she sniffed, obviously trying to hold back her tears. "Of.." She burst out crying.
I quickly pulled into the side of the road and took my seat belt off, wrapping my arms tightly around my baby sister. It broke me to see her like this, she was always the happy girl and to see her like this made me feel awful.
"Shh, It's okay, Logan." I knew exactly what she was talking about. The Incident. We do not speak of the incident. It's forbidden territory. It now clicked in my mind why Logan hated going to the therapist.
She had to speak about it. We do NOT speak of it, my mum and dad knew that but they thought it was a good idea to send her to a place where she is almost FORCED to speak about it?
Geesh, my parents are so smart.
"I get it, okay? You don't have to talk about it. I can't say I know how you feel because..." I cut myself off, knowing I was treading on thin ice with that statement.
"Come on, we'll get back to my place and we can watch Disney movies all day." I smiled brightly at her and she looked up at me after taking her head away from my shoulder.
"Even The Lion King?" She spoke. The Lion King was her favourite movie of all time so I had it kept in a box along with a few other items which would cheer her up on a day like this.
"Even The Lion King." I confirmed with a big smile on my face.
"You're the best big brother I could ever have." She spoke, hugging me quickly before pulling away and wiping her cheeks that were slightly stained with black from her crying.
"I know." I smirked playfully, putting my seat belt back on and starting up my car again. "Do you wanna stop at the shop and grab some sweets?" I asked and she nodded quickly with a huge smile covering her face.
That's the Logan I was used to seeing.
That's the Logan I wanted to see.
That's my baby sister.
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A/N
AYO
i appologise for the shortness
i wrote this on my phone because my laptop is messed up
ugh.
ALSO
dont worry guys, Jordan will be coming in soon ;D
kay, bye bye :D
-laura
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