Logan's POV
I sat in the corner of the restroom, legs brought up to my chest, tears streaming down my face.
My hair was sweaty and matted against my forehead, my hips and wrists bruised.
I continued to bawl, my bare body in a fetal position.
A pounding on the door made me shoot up, I covered my breasts with my arms, peeking out of the door.
"Logan." Harry said, now sober.
"Give me my clothes." I stammered.
"Lo I'm- I was dr-" "Give me my fucking clothes." I sobbed.
He walked around the room, picking up my discarded pieces of clothing.
He handed them to me, a sullen look in his eyes.
"I'm sorry..." He whispered.
I shut the bathroom door in his face, staring at my reflection intently.
My make up was smudged around my eyes, mascara running stains down my cheeks.
I looked like a mess... I was a mess...
I quickly slipped on my clothing, washing my face and tying my hair up.
My knees shook, and my body was weak, the fresh bruises making me wince each time I moved.
A few vague images of what Harry did to me popped into my head, making me whimper at the thought.
His large hands gripping my wrists tightly as he thrusted into me, the harsh moves making me cry out in pain.
I broke into another cry, trying my best to push that image out of my head.
I slowly opened the door, looking around his empty room. The disheveled bed, making me scurry out fast. I ran into him into the hall, my body collapsing on to the floor from the impact.
He tried helping me up, but I shooed him away, slapping his hands and shoving him backwards.
"I trusted you!" I yelled at him, the tears still rolling down my cheeks.
"Logan. Please.. I'm sorry. I was drunk, I would never want to hurt you intentionally." He pleaded, trying to grab my hand.
"Get away from me." I snapped, pulling away.
I ducked underneath his arms, running down the stairs.
"Logan. Please." He cried, voice pleading. I came to a halt in front o the door, my hand gripping the handle tightly.
"Why should I listen..? You ignored me for two damn weeks... You.. You have rough sex with me.. And you expect me to forgive you?" I questioned him, eyes still on the door.
"Logan.. Please don't leave." He croaked, I felt his arms snake around my waist, pulling me against his toned chest.
I broke down into an unbearable sob, staying where I was. "When I saw you kissing him... I..I lost it..." He mumbled into my hair.
"Y-you didn't let me explain.." I cried, shoving my face into my palms. I could feel the tears coming from Harry's eyes fall onto my cheeks. His uneven breaths filing the area.
He leaned against the wall, my body still cradled in his.
What was I to do..? I didn't know where to go.. Who to look up to for help..
"Why'd... You..why'd you do it..?" I croaked, rubbing my bruised wrists. He gingerly took my hand, his lips brushing the sensitive skin. Placing a small kiss to each of the bruises, I heard him mumble something I couldn't understand.
"What..?" I asked him, finally gaining the courage to look him in the eyes.
"I said I'm sorry.." He whispered into my ear.
My body trembled as I tried to stand.
"Where are you going?..." The sound of defeat was clear in his voice.
"Give me time... I-I'll call you soon enough..." I whispered opening the door.
"D-do you forgive me..?" He asked, making me wince at his words.
"N-n..no..."
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A Little Bit of Love Hate
Fiksi Penggemar"Wait!" Harry called, following after me, his hand grabbing mine. "Why?!" I questioned, my voice rising with frustration. A puzzled look etched into his features, his green eyes narrowing with question. "What do you mean..?" He asked, his voice ras...
