Logan
I stand by Connor's window and stare straight out. Everything is dusted with snow. I sigh and put my hair up in a messy bun. Connor's door swings open and I don't turn around. He chuckles and growls at me.
"You gonna ignore me for good now?" I roll my eyes out the window and keep my back towards him. I say nothing. He stops doing whatever he's doing and speak louder.
"Hey! Logan! You hear me?" I say nothing again and he snaps at me.
"Hey, you fucking deaf now, bitch?" I whip around and glare at him.
"Do NOT call me a bitch! My name is Logan. Not bitch, slut or freak. Lo-gan. If you need to spell it, get out a pen and some paper and let me know when you're fucking ready." Connor cocks an angry brow at me and walks slowly towards me like a lion getting ready to pounce.
"I don't like your tone very much, bitch. And I'll call you whatever the hell I want to call you." I cross my arms and narrow my eyes at him.
"No one said you'd like it and no you can't. If that's the case, I'll call you a psychopath then." He stands over me and whispers.
"Shut the fuck up Logan." I give him my dirtiest look and stand my ground.
"No, YOU shut the fuck up!"
"Bitch, I said shut the fuck up! Or I'll drug your ass and then fuck the shit out of you painfully! Sounds like you're itching to go back to the painful fucking punishment!" He yells and I roll my eyes.
"I'm not shutting up until you shut the fuck up." His nostrils flare as he turns away from me and stalks towards his dresser. I grin evilly and sit in his revolving chair. I spin in it as I hear Connor throw a bitch bit.
"What the fuck? Where is it? Where the hell is it, bitch!? You've been touching my shit!?" I giggle spinning around in circles out of breath.
"You should use your brain more. Why would you take out your drug right in front of me, put it back in the same spot then leave me alone with it locked in here everyday. You're a dumbass." I giggle uncontrollably as he comes and stops the chair abruptly. I frown and whine.
"Hey, that wasn't nice. Spin me again." He bends down in my face so close our noses are almost touching. He speaks through gritted teeth.
"Where. Did. You. Put. It?" I sigh and make a thinking face then shrug.
"I don't know. I think I put it back, or did I move it somewhere else? Man, I really don't know. You should look harder." Connor closes his eyes then pops them back open. I can tell he's trying hard to control his anger, but I'm trying hard to push him. He flexes his jaw.
"Do you want me to fucking kill you, Logan?" I giggle then stop quickly, lean in and firmly press my nose to his.
"Do it. I fucking dare you Connor. FUCKING DO IT!" He smirks at me and pecks my lips. I face palm him away and wipe my mouth. Connor stumbles back with a furious look.
"Don't you fucking touch me Logan." I grin standing up and stride over to him.
"Why? Does it piss you off? Huh? When I do this?" I step up to him and mush him in the forehead hard with my hand. His head flies back and he fumes with rage. I laugh loudly and shove him in the chest with both of my hands.
"You wanna fucking hit me Connor? Do it! Hit me!" I push him over and over repeatedly hitting him as he stumbles back.
I don't know what's wrong with me, but the Logan a month ago wouldn't have even cussed at him after he told me not to. I felt my blood start to boil as I haul ass on him. I pull his hair, slap him and punch him. He just tried to block my hits by covering himself with his hands. It makes me mad that he doesn't hit me back.
"HIT ME BACK YOU FUCKING BASTARD!" He winces and grumbles.
"No Logan." I groan louder and kick him hard as I feel tears start to fall down my face. I slowly stop beating him and sink to the ground. I start to cry uncontrollably as Connor picks me up and lays me on his bed. I sob and talk through my tears.
"I'm no fucking better than you. I just beat you the way you beat me. It makes me terrible like you now." He sighs and moves my hair from my face. I jerk away.
"You could never be terrible as me Logan, no matter what you do. Me not fighting you back was proof of my new found love for you." I groan and cover my ears.
"I don't fucking care if you love me, stop saying it! I don't love you, why can't you just accept that I love Michael and not you!?" He laughs and shakes his head.
"I've accepted it already and I've also told you I'm going to deal with it. So you may not love me right now, but soon you won't have a choice. Then you'll decide to love me, actually fall for me, we'll get married, have kids and tell them all about how our relationship started by me kidnapping you." I uncover my ears and gape at him.
"You've really thought this whole thing out. You sick ass bastard. I will never love you, never marry you and never ever carry your fucking child. I'll snatch my own uterus out before I carry a child of yours." I spit the words at him. He chuckles like I've just told a good joke and I stare at him shocked.
"Why do you even bother? Why won't you just kill me already?" He smiles and strokes my face.
"Because I love you Logan." I glare at him moving my head and grit my teeth.
"Well the feelings not fucking mutual Connor." I turn on my side and fall asleep angry as hell.
They say never go to sleep upset in case you never wake up to make things right...
Well I'm going to sleep furious and I don't give a damn what happens.
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Far Away
Mistério / SuspenseI 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...
