The Traitors

Chapter 3 - Fi

"I'm going to have to call this in. Are you going to be okay to drive?"

"I need a few minutes," Logan admitted, still fighting the discomfort that healing me gave him.

I wasn't feeling exactly great either.

I had never been run over by a truck, but I could only imagine this was what it felt like. 

My entire body felt broken and mangled inside. I had a hard time breathing, and I couldn't move my right arm as it remained stationary across my stomach. Emma had a strong grip on it at one point, but the second she released it, I knew the arm was dead. I attempted to move it on my own, but an unnatural, sharp pain erupted within my shoulder, preventing me from doing so. 

Emma was on the phone, reporting the accident while she paced in front of us.

"We will talk about this later."
That's what she told me.

Why did she keep this a secret? The knot in my stomach told me I already knew the answer; she didn't want anyone to know who my father was. Thinking about it now, I guess I wouldn't be so popular in a crowd of people being punished for taking the serum my dad produced, but I was in the same boat as them. Still, if I were Emma, I don't think I would've risked it either. I was too much of a wild card: an outcast of the outcasts.

Logan remained seated next to me with his water bottle still attached to his temple. Neither one of us were getting off the ground anytime soon. I really wanted some water, but I couldn't open the bottle given to me. I was a bit nervous to ask Logan to open it because I didn't want to bother him with such a basic task.

I was curious about the man Emma hid from me. He was handsome from what I could see. His legs looked long, so I assumed he was tall. He had a sweatshirt on which was too big on him so I couldn't even begin to imagine what he was hiding underneath. I could see the hint of a tattoo on the back of his neck when he turned his head and blocked out the headlights shining directly at us.

Questions in my head started to overpower me, pulling me away from my study. Where did these two meet? How long had they known each other? Were they close? They had to be if she called him to come here. In that moment, jealousy weaved its way through my chest. I was caught off guard by the sudden feeling, but the longer I dwelled on it, the more it became clear; I was lonely.

Emma was able to seek the comfort in others like us, but all I had was her. Something I was previously okay with because we were in this together, or so I thought. This had changed everything, and I wasn't sure I could be okay with not knowing other Traitors now. I craved companionship where I didn't have to hide anymore. I wanted someone to know me and accept me for all of me, not just the normal parts.

Logan finally moved, placing the water bottle down between us and sighed in relief. He rubbed the back of his neck, specifically on the spot where his ink was located, and then glanced over at me. I felt my cheeks grow hot as embarrassment washed over me, realizing I was still staring at him. He shot me a half smile and opened his hand to me. I stared at it, confused by the gesture.

"Give it here," he said with a hint of laughter in his voice, "I'll open it for you." I knit my brows together and then remembered the water bottle in my hand. I passed it to him, and he opened it swiftly with a quick twist and gently gave it back to me with the lid removed. "I'll fix your arm in a second. I just needed a few minutes to get back to normal. You're not in too much pain, are you?" I shook my head as I gulped down the water, rehydrating my body. 

Logan sat upright and scooted around me to get to my right side. He readied his hands but waited for my permission before he even touched me. I took as deep of a breath as I could and prepared myself for what was to come. He helped me sit up by coaxing me away from the car so I could position myself straighter. He rested a hand on my shoulder blade and one on the front where my arm jutted out.