Tuesday seemed fairly easy for Logan. His dad dropped him off at school and was on his way without a single nasty thing to say to Logan.
He figured his father just had a bad day Monday- that's all he could chalk it up to because besides Monday- the last two weeks were blissful. He wasn't getting yelled at or disciplined.
He certainly wasn't being treated how his mother and brother said he would be. All Tuesday he avoided run ins with his mother and Lukas. He even did a good job at avoiding Max and Luna—Lauren as well. He wasn't going to listen to what they had to say. All their negative comments they would have and them pestering him to come home.
He enjoyed it with his Dad. His dad was cool and charming. Bought him expensive new shoes, clothes, and several things he's only ever dreamt of owning. He laughed every night to himself how he had it made and Lukas was the one being abused and suffering.
His father even bought him a new fancier cello than the one his mom scrounged up.
Yes. Logan was thoroughly enjoying his time with his father.
So Wednesday as he walked home from school—trying very hard to remember how to maneuver the 16 blocks to his home- he lets his mind wander to how horrible his brother is having it.
"He's probably still living in that dumpy motel and wearing Max's shit hand me downs. Haha. He's probably trying to play ball by himself with that flat piece of rubber he called a basketball. Haha!!! I bet he's eating microwaved cheesy shells at least twice a week. Poor bloke is probably starving and getting yelled at left and right for something stupid." He talks to himself quietly as he goes and as he gets to the apartment building, he goes in and takes the elevator up to the penthouse, but getting to the door- he finds it's locked.
He knocks a few times and yet- he still gets no answer. Taking his phone out, he texts his Dad- asking if he's home.
No response.
He decides to call his father.
No response.
Sighing, he sits outside the apartment and stares at the only other door on the floor to the neighbors penthouse.
"Well...this ain't too bad I suppose. Better than waiting around for Mum to be done working with Luna."
But after forty five minutes- Logan finds he has to go to the bathroom and of course there isn't an available bathroom for public use in the building. Looking through his bag- he doesn't even have a bottle to go in.
He stands up and paces the floor.
Running it lightly so not to disturb the floor below and tries everything he can to distract himself from having to go to the bathroom.
Certainly his father was coming home soon. He normally was home by 5:00 and it's already 4:58.
At any moment he should be walking from the elevator down the short hall to greet Logan with a smile and maybe a hug.
Certainly he'll let the boy in for the bathroom.
Two Hours Later
He couldn't do it any more.
His bladder hurt him horribly and he knew it was only a matter of time before he burst. Rushing to the elevator, Logan impatiently waits to get inside and press the down button. He hops up and down in his spot and wills himself not to piss his pants, just as the elevator opens and he's about to get in- his father is there on the phone talking to someone and more or less ignores Logan's jumping up and down.
He wishes his father would hurry up, but his father seems to take his good old time walking down the hall to their door. He takes so long to remove his keys from his pocket and it seems to take a decade for him to get the key in the lock and rotate the knob. Logan squirms as he waits and just as the door opens and Logan is about to run in- his father grabs the back of his shirt- stopping him in his tracks.
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Intertwined
Fanfiction****Alternate Universe: New Amsterdam*** Helen Sharpe has been trying her best to simply keep her head above water. As a single mother of two teenage boys: she has to do all she can to not only keep them from burning their world down, but also find...
