Fatal Obsession

Chapter 23

  Logan waited for the door to close before walking to one of the stalls.

  He quickly did his business and went to wash his hands. He heard a door creaked open behind him, but didn't look back, thinking it was Aaron.

"I'm almost done. Did I take too long?"

"I don't get what he sees in you."

  Logan spun around to find a guy around his age standing there with his hands behind his back. 

  The guy was dressed in a black with a sneer on his face.

"I think you're mistaking me for someone else."

  The guy took slow steps toward him, stopping when he was a few feet away. Logan made sure to keep the door in his sight in case he had to make a dash for it.

"He's searching for you."

  Logan felt fear slithered along his spine but kept a neutral expression on his face.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Logan said, inching his way toward the door.

  The guy followed his movement and pulled a knife from under his jacket.

"I think you do. He's going to find you and finish what he started."

  Logan was beginning to think this guy was crazy and dangerous. His eyes stayed locked on his as he continued to move slowly to the door.

  He took a deep breath and dashed towards the door, hand outstretched to grab the door handle. A heavy body slammed into his, knocking him to the floor. Logan grunted when he landed on the hard floor.

  Logan twisted his body, so he was lying on his back instead of his stomach. The guy brought the knife downward to stab him but Logan managed to grab his hands, stalling the motion. Using all his strength, Logan tried to push the guy off him but it was proving to be difficult. Logan watched as the knife grew closer and closer to his body and closed his eyes, waiting for the metal to penetrate his skin.

  He heard a soft pop then a shout before the weight was lifted off his body. Logan slowly opened his eyes to find Aaron staring down at him.

"Hey, Logan. Are you alright?"

  Logan continued to stare at Aaron, his mind flashing on that knife. It was like he was transported back to the night of the murder. He didn't even realized he was trembling until Aaron pulled him into his arms.

"Close your eyes for a minute."

  Logan closed his eyes, inhaling Aaron's scent.

"Get him out of here. We'll question him after he gets medical assistance."

  Logan opened his eyes to look around the bathroom. Kaia was standing there with another guy he didn't recognized. His eyes strayed lower and saw the guy that attacked him in handcuffs.

  There was blood on the floor next to him.

  Logan's brain finally clicked at what he was seeing. "Did someone shot him?" Logan asked.

"He wasn't shot."

  He pushed away from Aaron. "What the hell is going on?"

"Logan, calm down. I'll explain everything to you later."

  Logan came to his feet, stepping back from Aaron.

"Who was that guy? Why did he attacked me?"

"Logan, you need to calm down."

  Logan shook his head then looked around, panic settling over him. He hunched over as it became difficult for him to breath. He clutched his chest as his heart rate increased.

  Dark spots danced across his vision, as he began to feel dizzy. No matter how he tried taking deep breaths, he was too far gone. He saw Aaron mouthing something at him before blacking out.

  A strong knock on the door had Logan jerking awake from his troubled sleep.

  The sudden movement made him groan at the pounding headache.

  He reached out a hand to rub his fingers against his temple.

  Logan sighed and reached out an arm and his fingers touched something soft. He looked down and saw he was in his own bed.

  How did I get here?

  He glanced around the room, wincing when he felt a slight pain in his neck. Logan pushed the cover off and flung his legs over the edge of the bed. He stood up, only to lose balance when the room spun around for a couple of seconds.

  Not wanting to faint a second time, he sat down on the edge of the bed to gather his bearings. After a few minutes, Logan took a deep breath and got up from the bed. Slowly, he made his way to the bathroom, to take his medication to prevent another breakdown.

  Washing his face at the sink, Logan stared at his haggard reflection. He looked like he had been through the ringer. He took his pills, brushed his teeth then exited the bathroom.

  The knock sounded again but this time the door opened. To his surprise, Aaron came into his room, carrying a brown paper bag.

"How are you feeling?"

  There was something nagging at the back of his mind, that he had a feeling he should remember, but whatever it was eluded him for now.

"What happened last night? Why am I here?"

"Don't you remember anything?"

  Logan's mind was cloudy haze, as images blended into one which caused him to wince at the increasing pain in his head.

"My head hurts."

"Don't strain yourself trying to remember. I have breakfast waiting for you."

  Logan's stomach recoiled at the thought of eating but he had to take sustenance to keep the pills down.

"How did I get in my dorm?"

"I carried you up here."

"Did I drink too much?"

"Not much."

  Logan eyed the paper bag in Aaron's hand. "What's that?"

  Aaron handed the bag to him, a smile on his lips. "It's for you."

  He took the bag and peered down into it. Inside the bag was his favorite chocolate. He glanced at Aaron, head tilting to the side.

"Thanks." Logan said with a smile.

"Take a shower then meet me downstairs for breakfast."

  Aaron stood there for a minute just staring at him. Logan waited for him to talk but he turned and walked out the bedroom without a word.