She hated him. She hated him more than she ever thought possible. He was a kook- her natural born enemy.
He didn't hate her at all. Not one bit. It couldn't have been farther from the truth. Did she know that? No- and she never would.
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"You and I...
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Sarah didn't even have a chance to react, much less time to comprehend what had happened until the door was flying shut again, lock clicking into place. "RAFE! WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER?" She screamed, fist pounding into the wood.
Logan hesitantly took a step forward, keeping his distance. His older sister was on the other side of that door, Kori having just been laid down inside there as well. She was still unconscious, but one look at the younger girl and Sarah was absolutely livid.
"You asshole! Let me out!"
There was a pause.
Then glass shattering against wood. Logan ran a hand through his messy curls, dread filling his system as another bottle came crashing into the door. He was screwed. This whole thing—the stupid plan—it was completely screwed.
"Rafe!" Sarah yelled again, fist crashing into the door. "What did you do to her? Please just—just let me out!"
"I'm not letting you out, Sarah. Not until you calm down, okay?" He responded from the other side.
"I wanna talk to Logan."
Rafe glanced back at his brother, a nod subsequently following.
He took the remaining steps to him, mouth only a foot away from the wood. "Sare, listen. Everything we're doing, it's—"
"Screw you!" Sarah yelled, door rattling from the force of her shoulder hitting into it.
A breath fell from his lips as he took a step backwards. She'd never forgive him. He knew that better than he felt like he knew himself right now.
Rose appeared in the hallway at that moment, quickly reaching Rafe. "Go upstairs. I've got this. Don't worry." She reassured him, glancing at Logan. "Both of you. Go."
Rafe didn't move momentarily. Then he shifted his attention to Logan, nodding his head before making his way to the staircase. Logan followed him, the panic in his throat making him feel nauseous. Instead of letting it control him, though, he used it. Anything to keep things in motion.
Logan stepped through the doorway of Rafe's room, thoughts swirling back to the last time he'd been in here. He'd told him he'd hated him. That they were done. That he was a shit brother and that he'd kill him if he ever touched Sarah again. That was the last time he'd been in his older brother's room.
And now he was here again, the same feeling of detestation pooling at the back of his mind.
"Rafe, we need to talk." He began, watching as his brother started pacing the length of his room.
"Yeah, I know." Rafe responded, head already nodding. "I know. We have a problem— Kori. She—She saw Renfield and now we gotta do something. We gotta protect the family, Loge. And I—I don't know how to do that. I didn't kill anybody, but that's what she's gonna think and—and—"
