Book one: Wreaking Havoc on Angels (Completed)

Chapter 7

Logan's POV

God, I wish I had more time with Angela. I really believed that she was starting to not fear me, and begin to open up a part of herself. But as soon as Spence walked in, she immediately clamped up and hid in her little shell. Of course I know it was not his fault, but I missed the way she fit perfectly in my arms. When she left, a cold empty feeling took her place. 

I can't help my thoughts as they travel through past memories.

*Flashback*

"C'mon out boys. I'll find you, wherever you are. I always will."

I scrunched my body closer to Spencer's tiny frame, and began comforting him softly, making sure neither of us made a sound. We usually hid in the unused cupboard-where thank god-our father never checked. It was a few days after the incident at the warehouse. My dad was cocky and arrogant. He drank more than he had ever before. When he got drunk he often took his problems out in a physical manor...mainly on me, using me as a punching bag. But as long as Spencer was safe out of his way I didn't care. I already lost the one person that meant the world to me and I swore I wouldn't let that happen again.

We managed living there for four years after the incident, but as soon as I turned 18, I got mine and Spence's asses out of there.

*end of flashback*

 And maybe Spencer was right and I did need to blow off steam.

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Slowly removing the bandages from my hands, I walked towards the bin where my bag was. Tonight I had some pretty good fights and I really needed to get the frustration out of me. I grabbed my phone and checked the time. 12:45. I started up my car and headed back to the apartment. Quietly walking in to not disturb Spencer, I tip toed to my room. I threw off my shirt and discarded my sweats on the ground. My eyelids felt heavy and before falling into a deep sleep my brain formed one thought:  I wonder how Angela is.