Logan
I've been careful not to look Connor in the eyes. I just can't do it. I'm afraid he'll ask me to say it back to him. I can already predict what will happen if I don't anyway. I won't say I love him back, then he'll hit me and brutally rape me. I just don't know what to do anymore, I need to get the hell out of this hell house. This crazy ass fucker just admitted that he loves... after he rapes me? I'm so confused on that. I lay back on his bed dreading for him to get home.
What am I gonna say if he says it again and expects an answer back?
Tell him the truth.
Right. I would just tell him the truth. I hear the front door slam downstairs and hear Connor's footsteps trudging up the stairs. I take a deep breath as he unlocks his door then comes in.
"Hey, babe." I roll my eyes at him and I sigh.
"Connor." He sits by me and takes off his shoes, attempting to have a conversation with me.
"So how was your day?" I scoff and roll over to look at him.
"Oh the usual. Held against my will in a bedroom, missing my parents and possible boyfriend." I bite down on my tongues as I say that.
Me and my damn honest mouth.
I think getting my strength back has made me way too brave.
Connor flexes his jaw and looks over at me. I pray that he doesn't ask who's the possible boyfriend would be. But of course, I'm always wrong.
"Hm.. who's the possible boyfriend?" I play with the drawstrings on the sweat pants Connor gave me and stay quiet. I hear him sigh and mutter lowly, but I hear anyways.
"I already know who you're talking about. I'm not even going to get mad, he'll be out of the picture for good soon." I snap my head up and gape at him with my mouth open as he stands from the bed.
"What? What the hell does that mean? You're not going to hurt him, are you? Are you going to hurt Michael? FUCKING ANSWER ME NOW!" I shriek loudly and Connor slams his hand down on top of his dresser. I jump and step back, he march over to me, snarling in my face.
"Why the fuck do you care if anything happens to him?" He questions and I glare at him.
"Because he didn't do anything wrong and I-" I stop as Connor cuts me off.
"You what? LOVE him? Huh?" I nod my head and he growls.
"I love you Logan. Can't you see that? I went through all of this trouble to get to you. I love you! Don't you love me back!?" I feel a lump in my throat from my unshed tears.
It's not the overwhelmed lump when a guy tells his girl he loves her for the first time and she holds back cause she's so happy. It's the scared shitless lump that I want to cry cause I'm scared at what he's about to do when I tell him the truth. I choke on a sob as I try to speak.
"N-No. I-I don't love you. I-I could never love you Connor. Can't YOU see THAT?" Terrified tears run down my face as he parts his lips and breathes harshly. He smirks then takes a step back, I wipe my eyes and nose with the oversized shirt I'm wearing as Connor speaks quietly.
"I see. And the only way for you to at least try and love me is if Michael is not here at all to distract you. At first I wasn't sure, but I know what I have to do now Logan." He hisses. I croak over my sobs.
"NO! Don't hurt him! Please..." Connor shakes his head at me and walks to his door saying one more thing before he leaves.
"I have to do what's right for us, Logan. No if, and's or but's. I will find a way to get rid of Michael before Christmas Day. I might not have to wait too long seeming he'll make his way over to our neighborhood to put up those damn flyers. Can you believe he still put those up? It's been over a month already! Like let it go." He throws his head laughing uncontrollably. He then stops and speaks serious.
"You're never coming back." He leaves locking his door. My tears flow down my face as I get angry as hell. I run to the door and beat on it with my fists screaming.
"I FUCKING HATE YOU, CONNOR! I FUCKING HATE YOU! I'LL STOP YOU BEFORE YOU DO ANYTHING TO HIM!" I slide down his door and stare across the room. I sniffle and try to calm my nerves.
There was nothing I could do to stop Connor from trying to kill Michael. I close my eyes, then get a hint of inspiration and gasp. My eyes fly open and I stand up slowly. I walk quietly over to his drawer and pull out the drug that he used on me before.
I smile at it for once and place it back just the way I found it. I lay back on Connors bed and stare at the drawer containing my possible ticket out of here. Maybe I could stop Connor from killing Michael and have some time left over to get myself out. But I'm going to need to get Connor and his dad in the same place doing the same thing at the same time...
And I think I know just the way to do it all perfectly.
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Far Away
Mystery / ThrillerI breathed heavily as my feet slammed against the wet concrete. I didn't know how long I'd been running, but I wasn't going to stop until I was far away. Far away from that house, far away from that clock, far away from that room. And far away from...
