cruel summer

Chapter 21

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Athena

I woke up curled into Logan's side of the bed, I blindly reached out for him but felt nothing there. I mentally groaned knowing if he wasn't in bed I needed to get up and get ready for school.

I sat up rubbing my eye sun attempt to wake myself up and saw Logan coming out of the bath room with just a towel wrapped around his waist. I looked at his beautiful sculpted torso feeling my face get hot, he's definitely not the little boy I knew anymore.

A cough broke me out of my trance as I looked up to see Lo now looking at me smirking as he leant against the door frame. "Good morning to you to Thena" he said still smirking at me.

I felt my cheeks redden as I quickly scrambled out of bed looking for my bag of cloths I brought with me yesterday. I pulled out an oversized t-shirt to hide the new bruises on my torso from visiting home yesterday, when I felt Logan hands grip my waist as he moved me aside to get into his draws I was stood in front of. My sides burned from the contact as I tried to focus on what I was doing.

There was a definite change in my feelings for Logan recently. Or maybe they never changed, I always loved him as a child but though as I got older I was just a little girl with a crush, but now I wasn't sure what to think, especially when he keeps touching me so gently.

I wasn't used to someone being so gentle and caring with me that it hurt more than being thrown around by my dad.

"You working later angel" he said slipping his shirt over his head. Seriously he has to stop using these nicknames before I melt at his feet.

"Yep" I said trying to sound casual. He was making it hard to breath around him without being nervous.

I also got to develop my film from the beach today to show our teacher, I was excited for Logan to see them. He seemed so interested whenever I talked about it, he would just sit quietly and listen.

"I'll come pick you up after then" he said sitting down on the edge of the bed smiling at me. I smiled to myself, he would never let me walk home by myself anymore even if I said it was fine.

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I had just finished with the chemicals in the photography classroom processing my film, I was currently just waiting for it to digitally scan through.

Having to wait for the right amount of times each chemical had to soak the film all I could think about was Logan. His seemingly innocent touches were driving me insane. I didn't really know if they were just innocent and he was like that with everyone or if it actually meant something.

After seeing my dad yesterday and sneaking back out when I could no longer feel his presence after he slammed me against the wall by my hair for embarrassing him at the beach he had repeatedly kicked my in the torso. I though I would feel numb like usual but this time was different, I was able to escape back to my safety, to Logan. 

I still had so many questions about what happened with him during the years we didn't speak and I realised I had been so swept up in trying to survive at home with my dad I hadn't asked any of them. I felt like a horrible friend in that moment.

Just as I was getting angry at my self they photos downloaded and I smiled to myself seeing the outcome. Logan had taken some when we arrived at the beach of the birds flying above the trees on the shore, I also noticed one he had taken of me stood on the edge looking out to the ocean. My heart warmed as I saw what he took of me, I looked almost peaceful, content.