BEEP BEEP BEEP– The blaring alarm clock pierced through the stillness of the morning, its insistent sound breaking the boy's slumber. Logan, squinting against the sudden intrusion of light, let out a groan of frustration. "Great," he muttered under his breath, his voice heavy with sleep as he slowly extracted himself from the tangle of blankets cocooning him. With a desperate sigh, he reached for his glasses on the nearby mahogany nightstand, noting with annoyance that this was his spare pair of glasses; the others broke. Another thing to add to his mental list of things to address with his grandparents today.
Slipping into his school uniform with practiced efficiency, Logan glanced at the clock. '5:27,' it read, granting him a few precious minutes to redo Barron's overdue homework. With a sense of determination, he grabbed the stack of papers, placing them in a corner, and headed into the bathroom across the hallway, the cold tiles sending a shiver down his spine.
Turning on the shower, Logan shed his clothes, his gaze drawn to the mirror before him. He met his own reflection with a mixture of resignation and sadness, his eyes lingering on the bruises marring his ribs and the scars that criss crossed his skin. A surge of emotion threatened to overwhelm him, and he quickly turned away, the tears stinging his eyes like saltwater.
Stepping into the scalding water, Logan let out a sigh of relief as the heat seeped into his bones, offering a fleeting sense of comfort admist the turmoil of his thoughts.
"Logan!" his grandmother's voice echoed from the kitchen, breaking through the haze of steam enveloping him. "Breakfast is ready!"
Rushing to respond to his grandmother's call, Logan hurriedly rinsed the last remnants of soft strawberry-lavender soap from his hair, relishing in the lingering scent that enveloped him. It was a fragrance that seemed to suit him, its gentle aroma a brief calmness from the chaos of his thoughts. Hastily drying himself off and throwing on his clothes, he attempted to tame his damp hair to the best of his abilities before dashing out of the bathroom.
Entering his room, his eyes fell upon the scattered remnants of his homework strewn across the desk. With a heavy sigh, he resolved to tackle them later, his attention drawn instead to the peculiar sight on the floor. It wasn't scuff marks he saw, but rather dark smudges that resembled coal. Frowning in confusion, Logan knelt down for a closer look, his mind racing with questions.
Before he could dwell on the strange discovery, his grandmother's stern voice echoed from downstairs, breaking the uneasy silence that had settled over the house. "Logan Fields! If you're not here in the next 2 minutes, there will be no breakfast for you to eat!" Her words carried a sense of urgency, urging him to abandon his investigation for the time being.
"Yes, 'Ma!" Logan called back, tearing his gaze away from the mysterious marks on the floor as he hastily gathered his overdue homework.
Hurrying down the stairs, Logan took his usual seat at the small circular table in the centre of the kitchen. The air was filled with the sweet aroma of cherry waffles, a comforting scent that brought a flicker of warmth to his heart. Casting a grateful glance at his grandmother, Logan noted the time—6:16—a tight window in which to devour his breakfast and attempt to tackle his assignments simultaneously.
He would get it done, he was confident. Starting the work he so despised, Logan quickly became lazy. He really didn’t want to do the work, but Barron would beat his ass if he didn’t. Looking up from the page, Logan’s grandfather stared him into the eye, His grey eyes boring into Logan’s blue bright ones. “Son, take a break from work. You already have outstanding grades, top of the class.” The man frowns, seeing the youngest furiously scribble across the blank questions.
Logan's smile wavered slightly as he wove his tale of deception, the weight of his half-truths settling uneasily in his chest. Despite his discomfort, he maintained his facade, knowing that his grandparents' pride was at stake. As he spun his tale, Logan couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt for the lies he was forced to tell, but the need to protect his vulnerabilities outweighed his moral qualms.
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