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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Logan didn't know how to feel wrapped in the arms of his father. He'd been reunited with his dad just a few minutes ago and his mind hadn't stopped spinning. His dad, the man that was supposed to be dead.
The man that had deceived him into thinking he was meeting someone else two nights ago.
The man that had taken the fall for his older brother and ignored all the signs.
The man that had driven his daughter away and then kidnapped her.
The man that had ruined him.
That was Ward Cameron, his father. The man that was currently clinging to his youngest son, earnestly and desperately holding him close. Because in his eyes, his little boy believed him. His little boy was choosing to trust him again, to let him back into his life.
That couldn't be farther from the austere truth though. Logan hated him. This act, it was all to keep Sarah and Kori safe. Even if John B hadn't gotten his texts, Logan had a new plan. They were still gonna get off of this boat and get back to the OBX. There was no way he was letting his dad take his older sister, him, and Kori to Guadalupe against their wills.
Hmm. Unsafe. That's how he would describe how he felt right now— unsafe. In the arms of the person he was supposed to be able to trust, he felt endangered. Everything Ward Cameron touched turned to dust, so it made sense that he would feel that way. It was sad, but it made sense.
"Thank you, Logan. Thank you." Ward breathed out, pulling away to look at his son. "I know I've made...a lot of mistakes, but I'm gonna make it up to you. I promise. Okay, buddy? I promise you."
Logan swallowed the lump in his throat, head beginning to nod. "I know. I believe you, dad."
Ward exhaled, dropping his hands by his sides. He glanced towards the door they were just outside of, gesturing to it. "Why don't you go get the Maybank girl. Sarah's gonna need answers, so will Rafe. And I'm betting Kori is going to be just as confused."
"Okay. I'll try to explain it to her— that we had no choice. Be back in a sec." Logan reassured him, leaving his father standing in the hallway.
He could feel the anxiety rise in his throat as he neared the room Kori had been locked in an hour ago. She was a wild card; they couldn't risk not locking her in. If she hadn't already broken out, though, Logan knew that she was plotting his death. He could almost feel it.
The crew member posted outside her door straightened as Logan came into view. His eyes narrowed, voice hushed in the hallway. "I'm just warning you, she puked. I didn't wanna go in, because I wasn't sure if she was playing me or not, but I think it's real."
"What?" Logan asked, gaze flickering to the steel door.
"She hasn't stopped panicking. Something about fear of open water and shit about not being able to breathe. Apparently she's terrified of large boats, too."
