Tied Up

Chapter Seven

"He what?"

Tyler chuckled bitterly again. "And that's not even the worst part." He gripped his dresser, almost supporting himself, and his knuckles turned white from the pressure.

"The authority took him back to the station, turns out he was high. Oh, and, not to mention, when the police asked him if he knew what he was doing, they said he didn't deny it. They assume he was fully fucking aware of what he was doing."

Logan's face paled at the words coming from Tyler's mouth. "He knows where Avery goes to school... and Sam. I can't even wrap my mind around this shit. Who the fuck would do this to their own child and her siblings?" Logan didn't know what to think. What to do.

Avery had just started to make new friends, and he couldn't do that to her. He couldn't separate her from the environment she knew. But at the same time, he couldn't risk her and Sam's safety. He was torn. And he still hadn't told his mom. She has been too quiet.

"The sick motherfucker he is would."

"Logannn!"

Logan and Tyler locked eyes for a few seconds. It was always a way they understood each other's sorrow, and it was a way of showing comfort.

Logan swallowed the lump in his throat and walked back to the living room where his little brother called him from.

                                            ***

"Hey, mom."

"Hi, Logan. I'll pick up the kids today, thanks for having them. I needed to sort some things out with... you know."

Logan nodded even though she couldn't see him. "It was fine, really. When are you coming?"

He needed to prepare an explanation for his little sibling's arms.

There was a coughing sound on her end before she spoke. Was she sick? Or was that something he missed? Logan pondered. "By four, I just have a few more things to get done."

"Alright. Sounds good..."

There was silence on each end of the line.

Logan cleared his throat. "Mom, are you- are you okay?" He was fiddling with a stack of bills with nerves.

The line was still quiet for a few more seconds. "I'm just fine, Logan. Don't worry."

"Yeah, sure. Just checking." Logan ran a hand down his face, stressed out. She clearly was struggling, and Logan didn't know what to do. They weren't exactly on good terms the last time they spoke.

"Thanks, hon, but I'm okay. I gotta go now, I'll see you guys later. Buh-bye."

Logan sighed. "Bye."

"Logan! I need help getting down from the bed."

Hearing the sweet voice of his little sister from the other room he trialed to the source. Avery had been struggling to get up and down his bed using one arm, so now, she relied on him.

"Coming, baby."

Jordan couldn't help but let a sigh escape his mouth when he saw the sling off of her arm and laying on the bed. Avery was sitting next to it, almost seeming proud.

He ran a hand down his face and walked over to his little sister. "Avery, if you don't keep this on, the doctors are gonna have to put a cast on you like Sam's."

"But I don't like it."

Logan ignored her complaint and went to put the sling back on. She started wiggling, making it harder.