Connor
I smirk as I shove Logan in the bathroom. I'm feeling generous today so I'll let her have a shower. She only has five minutes so she better make it fast. I walk over to my bed and lay back on it. I think about the nights I've fucked Logan. It was amazing, but Logan always ruined them by crying the whole damn time. If she'd just lay back and let her body relax, she'd enjoy it. I snort and chuckle to myself. I stop and realize I don't hear any water running and I quickly jump up, flinging the door open and yell.
"Logan, what the fuck! I don't hear any water, I said five fucking min-" I stop and stare at her. She really looked like hell. I feel a pang of guilt wash over me as she chewed me completely out. I hear her yelling at me to get out, so I do. I close the bathroom door and walk around my room getting clean things out for her to wear.
I can't get the image of her bruised body out of my head. I can't believe we did that. I can't believe I feel bad.
Do I actually care about Logan?
I sit on my bed and put the pile of stuff for her in front of me. I sit my head in my hands and think. I do care for her, but it doesn't matter cause she likes Michael. I flex my jaw and sigh loudly. I can make things right with her. I can drop Shana and start fresh with Logan.
What the hell am I saying?
Shana will snitch and Logan will never forgive me for what I've done to her. I kidnapped, raped and beat her constantly. I shake my head in my hands and groan quietly.
Why did I have to let Shana talk me into this?
I shake Shana out of my mind and sigh. I can start over with Logan, starting as soon as she walks out of the bathroom. But with her hope of Michael finding her, she'll never forget him. But if Michael was to suddenly... die. She definitely would have to move on. I nod to myself and snap up when I feel someone's presence. I look up to see Logan. She looks cleaner, but still so broken. I gently push the pile of stuff towards her and watch her slowly get dressed. I flinch a little when she wince from moving too fast. She finally finishes and clears her throat and I wait for her to speak.
"Thank you. This makes you a little less of a heartless person but I still hate your fucking guts." Her words sting me and I shake my head, jump up and leave making sure to lock the door so she can't attempt to escape this time.
I walk downstairs in the living room and sit next to my dad on the couch. He looks over at me once and then mutes the tv and looks over at me again.
"Alright, what's wrong?" He asks and I shake my head and sigh.
"I think I'm starting to really care about Logan, I don't want to hurt her anymore." My dad snorts and suddenly sits up.
"So what? You're having a change of fucking heart? Wanna let the little bitch free and let her turn us in?" He questions and I growl at him and glare.
"No, but I want her to like me." My dad laughs, leans back again and unmutes the tv.
"Too late for that. That girl probably wish death upon you every night. She'll never like you." I frown and grit my teeth together.
"It's not too late and she'll never like me if she doesn't stop thinking of Michael fucking Jackson trying to find her." My dad mutes the tv again and slowly turns towards me.
"What are you saying Connor?" I shrug and lean back.
"I'm saying the only thing standing in the way of any possible feelings Logan could have for me is Michael Jackson. She knows he's doing all he can to find her and she had a crush on him before she went missing, so she must love him now that he's looking for her, but she-" My dad cuts me off, finishing my sentence.
"She won't have anyone to love if he all of a sudden had a tragic and unexpected death and was no longer here." I grin at my dad as he reads my mind completely. We both smirk at each other and my dad unmutes the tv for the second time.
"Just let me know when this plan is ready for action." I nod and head back upstairs to my room.
I chuckle and open the door to my room to find Logan asleep. I watch her and stroke her face lightly and she flinch a bit. I stop stroking her face and talk to myself.
"Don't worry Logan, we'll make things right as soon as Michael is gone for good." I smirk and realize I haven't had a total change of heart.
I want Michael Jackson dead...
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Far Away
Mystery / ThrillerI breathed heavily as my feet slammed against the wet concrete. I didn't know how long I'd been running, but I wasn't going to stop until I was far away. Far away from that house, far away from that clock, far away from that room. And far away from...
