riptide- outer banks

thirty-two | all a facade

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Logan's fist collided with the door, a loud bang sounding through the halls of Tannyhill. "LET ME OUT!" He yelled, slamming his knuckles into the wood again.

He let out a sigh, backing away from his door after a moment. It was no use. His dad had locked him in and he'd accidentally left his phone somewhere else in the house after everything that had gone down yesterday. He had none of the other Pogue's numbers, but he did have the internet.

That meant that he'd seen the news— John B had been charged with murder in the first degree. The repercussions? The Death Penalty. Everything was going to shit and he had no idea what to do, much less what everyone was thinking about him.

Logan leaned his forehead into the wood of his door, all hope leaving his system. "Please let me out." He murmured.

Rain pattered off the stucco of the roof, the sky a darkened color. It almost correlated with how well his life was going. A murky hue and terrible weather paired well with waking up to your door locked and finding out your sister's boyfriend had been taken into custody by the police with the risk of dying for a crime he didn't commit.

Wow. The universe really had his back, didn't it?

"Logan?"

At hearing his name, the brunette perked up. He lifted his head, eyes going wide. It was his dad.

"Logan, I'm going to open the door. Can I do that?"

His expression contorted. "Please."

The sound of a key entering the lock forced him to step backwards. His door came open a moment later, Ward standing hesitantly in the entrance. He looked like he wanted to say something, but there was a hint of guilt in his eyes.

"Why'd you lock my door? I do something?" Logan cynically raised his shoulders.

"No." Ward responded, taking a step inside and closing his door. "I didn't know if I could trust you."

"Well, locking me in my room isn't a good way to start building that." He pointed out, falling down onto his bed with a huff of air. He rested his elbows on his knees, peering up at his dad. "How was court? Did you get what you wanted?"

"No." He repeated, shaking his head. "I didn't. I know you think John B didn't—"

"I don't know what I think." Logan interjected, dropping his gaze.

Ward seemed shocked by his confession, instinctively dropping down next to his son. "What do you mean? Talk to me, buddy. You aren't making any sense. I don't know what's going on in your head."

"I don't know. I just—" Logan let out a sigh, shaking his head. "I don't know. I was thinking and—and maybe—I don't know."

"What?" Ward prodded, locking onto his son's gaze.