The bed shifts a little under me and I open my eyes up a crack. Logan’s trying to climb out as quietly as he can, he must not want to wake me up.
“Morning,” I croak, making his jump slightly.
“Damn it Faye you scared me half to death,” he mutters, smiling. “I’m famished! Breakfast?”
“Lolo, in all these years we’ve been best friends, have you ever known me to turn down a breakfast offer?” I tease, quickly climbing off the bed.
“Hmm...actually never. No wonder you’re so pudgy Faye,” he murmurs thoughtfully.
“Hey!” I protest, smacking his bare chest. Logan merely chuckles and leads me down the stairs to the kitchen.
Logan’s mum, Sarah, is already hard at work over the stove, whipping up something for breakfast. When she hears us come in, she looks up and shoots the both of us an easy smile. “I thought I heard squealing last night! How are you Faye darling?” she asks tenderly, back to concentrating on her frying pan.
“I’m good Sarah,” I chirp, as I perch on the chair.
“Lo, could you run up and wake your brother up? I need him to run some errands for me. I swear, you kids could sleep till evening if I allowed you to,” she grumbles good naturedly.
Logan nods sleepily and jogs up the stairs.
Sarah turns the fire off and carries a huge tray of bacon and eggs back to the table, setting it before me. She begins dividing everything for Ryder, Logan and I. Once she’s done, she takes the seat opposite me and gasps in shock. It takes me a moment to realise my face must look pretty bruised this morning.
“What happened to your face baby girl?” she demands, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Oh, it’s nothing,” I mumble, ducking my head so my hair would block out my face.
In a moment she’s kneeling beside me and has a gentle hand under my jaw, tilting my head so she could assess the damage. “Are you in some kind of trouble Faye? Does your mum know?” she asks, clucking in worry.
“It’s nothing, really. My mum’s boyfriend just lost it for a moment,” I explain quietly.
Sarah’s lips disappear in a tout line, she shakes her head obviously appalled. “And let me guess, she didn’t do a thing about it, did she? I swear, I am so close to calling social services! This isn’t the first time one of her boyfriends has tried something with you! You’re a baby for God’s sake!” she frets, pacing up and down.
“I’m fine Sarah. Really,” I assure her. “Logan helped me clean up the cuts.”
“Logan should have beaten the shit out of that man,” she murmurs. “I’m going to speak to that mother of yours,” she continues, walking out of the room agitated.
“What’s up with mum?” Logan asks, re-entering the room.
“I told her what happened to my face. I think she’s gone to go call my mum,” I mumble.
“Does it hurt-” Logan begins before Ryder interrupts him. “Holy shit, what happened to you Faye?!” he actually sounds concerned. Hah! Ryder? Concerned over me? Must be my imagination!
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C'est La Vie
Teen FictionLife's tough. High School is hell. And falling in love may possibly be the worst of all! Enter Faye Malcolm, a sixteen year old who has been raised in a broken family. She's nearly always broke, her mother is constantly too busy to bat her an eyelas...
