riptide- outer banks

seventy-eight | you ruined me

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As Sarah sat back down, Ward's gaze followed her. It followed his little girl, remaining on her as she sat down next to John B. After everything he had done to her, she'd helped him. Making sure that he wouldn't bleed out, Sarah had tended to his wounds, not bothering to ask where they'd come from. It was just silent as she worked and silent as she reclaimed her seat on the other end of the plane.

The other end of the plane that Kori and Logan were at. They sat opposite of John B and Sarah, side by side on the left portion of the jet. Neither one of them had said anything since being on the tarmac. Logan had just sat next to her, leg continuously bobbing up and down. His knee stayed in constant motion, fingers restlessly tapping against the limb.

But as Ward's gaze shifted, light eyes falling onto his son, it was almost as if Logan could feel it happen. He wasn't looking at his dad, but he could feel his stare. Feel his desperation calling out to him. He inhaled, keeping his attention focused on the black leather seat in front of him.

Anywhere but his dad. Anywhere but him.

Kori instinctively interlocked their fingers, weaving her hand through his. This was a delicate situation and she didn't know what Logan needed. What she had needed with her dad had been a completely different type of situation. Not to mention, everyone responds differently to trauma and right now, she didn't have any idea what he wanted. What he needed.

"What are you thinking?" She murmured, voice barely audible to anyone else.

He was silent momentarily, expression slightly twitching. "I have to." He responded, finally locking onto her gaze. "I have to." Logan repeated, head beginning to shake.

Kori nodded, swallowing hard. "Okay. Do what you have to. I'm right here. We're all right here." She reassured him.

Receiving one last squeeze in his hand, Logan stood, arm falling down by his side. Sarah glanced at him as he took a step into the aisle, eyes widening. But as he locked onto her gaze, she realized that he needed to do this. One thing Logan never did was question or confront Ward. He never had, always going along with whatever he was told or whatever was expected of him.

But that was before everything. Things were different now. He was different now. And he had a lot he needed to get off his chest. Sarah had had her chance; she'd told Ward exactly how she felt about him on the Coastal Venture. Logan, on the other hand? This right here was his chance.

He could feel everyone's eyes on him as he reached the chair across from his dad. He could care less though. They were on a private jet— everyone would hear what he was about to say. So it didn't matter to him that they were watching. He didn't give a shit if they were.

Ward's light eyes filled with hope as his son's dark gaze focused on him. Tears were also brimming there, threatening to overflow as his head began to shake. "Logan, I—" He stopped himself, unable to finish as he just looked at him. Then he had the audacity to smile— if you could even call it that. "You and Kori, huh—"

"Shut up." Logan ordered, leaning forward. "Shut up. You don't get to say her name. You don't have the right to say it." He paused, remaining utterly still as he spoke. "Not after what you did."

His father nodded his head, inhaling deeply. "I know. I know and I'm sorry. I hit you and—and I shouldn't have done that. I—"

"Shut the hell up." Logan calmly repeated, only anger showing through in his expression. "I'm talking now. For the first time in my damn life, I'm gonna talk. And you're gonna sit there and you're gonna listen to every word I'm gonna say. I'm done pretending. You want all honesty, you're gonna get it."