7! Ouch

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7! Ouch

I sat on the swing, rocking back and forth as I gazed at my feet blankly. I didn't feel anything. I felt like my whole self had been drained... like I'm just so.. empty. I sighed heavily and put my head in my hands, trying to keep my tears back.

It was getting darker now, and I couldn't help but shiver at the creepiness of the area. I thought back to all the scary movies I'd watched that took place in playgrounds. Before I got up to head home, my mind traced back to my date with Logan a few hours ago.

Four hours ago...

"Where are we going?" I asked, climbing into Logan's car.

"A special place... to me," he replied mysteriously, waiting until I was strapped in and buckled before backing out of the driveway.

I couldn't help but smile and play with my thumbs excitedly. Logan was a huge player, but here he was, taking me to his special place? My smile faltered a bit when I realized he probably took every single girl there on their dates, but I pushed that aside. I wouldn't have a bad day today.

"Can't wait," I replied, smiling at him before looking out the window.

I glanced at him in surprise when he took my left hand and held it loosely in his right hand, his arm resting on the center divider. I didn't say anything, just positioned myself so that I was more comfortable with my arm half extended. Everything with Logan seemed.. natural...

"What are you thinking about?" Logan asked me, his lips quirked up into a small, amused smile.

Blushing, I shook my head quickly. "Nothing, just that this is nice."

"I see," he said, sounding pleased. "Well I agree."

We grinned at each other before falling into comfortable silence again. About twenty minutes later, Logan broke it again. "You know, I really like you. Not as a joke or contest to see if I'm a better dater than Adam, but really like. You're so different from other girls... I feel like you don't just like me for my looks, but for what's in the inside.. and I really appreciate that."

I blushed, looking out the window as I calmed my flaming cheeks. "Thanks, Logan.. I really like you too."

Secretly, I was delighted. This meant that the transition to Hollywood would be even easier! If we started dating, he'd definitely want to come, movie or not.

It was about a fifty minute ride, and although my arm was numb from the half extention I had it at, I forgot about the weird feeling when I saw our destination.

"Wow, this is beautiful!" I exclaimed, getting out of the car quickly. I stumbled and slipped on the rugged terrain, but Logan's strong and sturdy arm around my waist took care of that issue.

"It is," Logan said, his voice distant. I looked up at him and saw that his eyes matched the tone of his voice. Suddenly, I knew that this wasn't a place where he took any and every girl to. When he had said special, he had meant special

Standing at the top of the small cliff, I saw stretches of communities, sky, and beauty. My eyes could barely take it in without tearing up. I was going to miss this place when I left.

"Logan," I said, breaking the serene silence. "I have to tell you something."

"Sh, later," he murmured, his arm tightening around my waist as he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Following suit, I decided that another oppurtunity to tell him about Hollywood would come. It turned out that the next oppurtunity was five minutes away from my house on our way back from the beautiful cliff we were at.

"Logan," I started, playing with the ring I had on my thumb as he murmured, "Hm?"

"I'm going to tell you something, but you have to promise that you won't freak out. Okay?" I asked, knowing I only had a few precious seconds before he would turn into my driveway.

He smirked, glancing at me. "What, are you a vampire or something?"

Laughing, I punched him lightly on the shoulder. "No," I said, smiling. I sobered, then, and confessed, "I'm a star scout for hollywood."

I screamed as the car suddenly stopped, the tires squealing at the sudden break. Logan turned to me so fast that I was surprised he didn't have whiplash. "You're what?!"

"I'm a starscout," I repeated calmly. "For my uncle. And he would really like you to be the main role in his next movie."

Logan looked into my eyes for a few more minutes, silently searching. For what, I wasn't sure at the time, but as I look back now, I realize that he had been desperately hoping that it was a joke.

Finally, he looked away from me and down at his hands, resting on his lap. "So that's it, huh?"

"What do you mean?" I asked, frowning in confusion.

When he looked up again, my heart sank and I got a sudden chill down my back. That was when I knew that I'd made a mistake. His eyes were cold and hard, his face drawn taut and expressionless. I could see his jaw quivering, trying to control his rage.

"I knew this couldn't have been real," he said bitterly, shaking his head and laughing humorlessly as he started the car again, his movements calm but empty. "You were just using this to get close to me and boot me off to hollywood."

I gaped at him, the blood draining from my face. "Sorry, what?" I asked, not believing my ears. I nearly choked when I heard his next words.

"I was wrong about you."

And just like that, we were in my driveway and I knew he expected me to get out. I couldn't without explaining. "Logan, I-"

"Just don't," he said. "My family's had enough issues with fame, okay? I don't need you making another. Please get out of my car while I'm still decent."

Scared and more than a little concerned, I did as I was told and watched him peal out of the driveway, hsi tires leaving streaks on the cement. Instead of turning around and heading inside, I slowly walked to the park that I had gone to with Adam a few days before.

Cue end of flashback.

I sighed and got up from the swing, brushing away anything that could have stuck to my butt. Suddenly, I heard bottles being smashed and drunken laughter frighteningly close to me. Cursing to myself, I quickly went the opposite direction, hoping they wouldn't see me.

Unfortunately, everything decided to go wrong today because I heard shouts directly behind me calling, "Hey, princess!" and "Come have a little fun!"

Walking faster, I screamed when a hand grabbed my wrist. One of the guys had already caught up to me! Freaked out, I tried to tug him off, my eyes tearing up. I think I'm going to get raped.

When the rest of his buddies caught up to him, I was almost up to the point where I thought I was going to have a heart attack. Looking from man to man, I gathered that they were all single or unhappily married, alcoholic, and looking for trouble.

"What do you morons want?" I asked, proud of my seemingly steady voice.

"You, sweetheart," one of them piped up, the others chuckling in response.

"We're done here," I said, turning around to leave, just to be tugged into the crowd of men. Someone tugged on the sleeve of my shirt and I yelled, trying to get them off of me. I think one of them was sucking on the exposed skin on my shoulder when I heard a grunt and the men suddenly dispersed.

I looked around confusedly, although I wasn't complaining. Then, suddenly, as if he was my knight in shining armor, Logan came up to me, fixed my shirt and growled, "This doesn't change anything."

I watched him walking away, and then gazed down at the man he had knocked out. I would bet my money that he was the one who was sucking on my skin. Shivering, I rolled him into the grass with my foot so that nobody would trip over him, and then went home feeling oddly hot, and I knew it wasn't from physical heat.

It was from shame.

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