Too Bad For Her Own Good

Chapter 62

Warning; This is short.

I didn't sleep at all.

I tried to keep myself occupied until morning. Well, after I repeatedly banged on the door for him to let me in until me knuckles bled. Then I took a break, got some band aids, banged again. But he didn't answer.

I knew he was in there though, I could hear him intake a breathe whenever I yelled that I hated him through that simple wood, or when I cried out in pain from hurting my hands.

Eventually I stopped and sat by the door, not even curious anymore; just worried. What did he do? I knew Logan well enough to know that if he was allowing me to feel pain to avoid me, something was wrong. So, so wrong.

Time seemed to creep by, and Logan wasn't coming out.

"Fuck you!" I yell again, "Fuck. You." I spit before walking down the stairs. It seems the second I get down the stairs someone barges in the door.

What the hell, it's like 3 in the morning? Yet somehow, I'm not surprised.

"Where the fuck is he?" Someone yells, the voice unfamiliar. I'm nervous, standing my ground in the living room before the mystery man runs in.

"Is he up there?" He asks, right in my face.

"Mason?" I whisper, stepping closer. "What are you doing here?" I ask confused.

"Killing Logan." He spits, about to go up the stairs, a rage in his eyes I've never seen before. He doesn't even have his glasses on, letting his blue eyes shine through. He is furious, absolutely furious and I swear he's about to explode, no, this is the explosion.

"Mason, what happened, he won't talk to me, is everything alrighr?" I ask.

"Listen doll," His voice gets sincere for a moment, "He has no right to talk to you ever again. And no, it's not alright."

And with that he turns around.

I race after him, but we turn to see Logan at the bottom of the stairs.

"Kat, baby, please-" Logan starts, but Mason interjects, punching him square in the face, a sickening crack, but Logan doesn't take his eyes off mine.

"Baby? You're gonna call her baby? Remember who else you called fucking babg tonight you ungrateful fu-"

All of the wheels, the turning, the wondering, the worry, they all clicked in to place. Then they disappeared.

I stagger backwards, unable to stand up and falling to the floor.

"Kat, Kat please-" Logan says, his eyes brimming with tears and his hands running through his hair.

"You were right." I whisper.

Mason and Logan both look at me confused.

"What was I right about?" Logan asks tentatively.

"You were right about leaving me. It was the better option. You're right, you hurt me. You hurt me more then anything, anything. And after all I've been through I really hope that hits you hard." I say with a single emotion: hatred.

Logan falls onto a pit in the ground the second the words leave my mouth, almost crawling closer to me, but I flinch away. "Kat, don't say that I can't-"

"You can and you will. There's no need for explanations. You cheated on me. Attempting denial will make me hate you more than I do. And to make things clear, I have every intention of hurting you. You ruined me, Logan. I gave you a chance, risked my life, gave you my heart, my innocence. And now, I want you to feel that. It may be irrational down the road but I can feel one thing right now Logan. I'm not sad. Or upset." I stand up, dusting off my pants.

"I feel hatred. You betrayed me." I spit. "You were my everything. I loved you more then breathing itself and you took that for granted."

"Loved? Kat, please, no, love I love you-" He chokes but I flinch again, causing him to grimace.

"I hope you're happy, knowing that I'll never be happy again." I say.

It may be melodramatic. But I can't feel anything anymore.

And with that, it ends.