This Is Me

Explanation

] Parker's POV [

Aaron's body slumps over, and she falls. Instinctively, I catch her, and her whole body weight is on me. Oh my God. What do I do?!

Was it me? What happened? I have so many questions, but all I want is for Aaron to be okay. I scoop her up in my arms, bridal-style, and carry her out. As I walk through the sports store, carrying a whole other human being, NO ONE stops to ask if everything is okay.

No one. Just goes to show how terrible this century really is.

I make it out of the store without falling, so that's good. I walk all the way to my truck, and open the door skillfully. I heave her in the seat, and shut the door before she can fall out.

Then I get in, adjust Aaron's seat, and speed all the way to her house. When we make it, I leap out of the truck, running to the front door and push the button beside the door. I ring the doorbell countless times, and bang on the door so hard my fist hurts.

Nothing. I guess her mom's out doing something.

I fly back into my truck, and drive us to my house. I pull into my driveway, and somehow manage to get Aaron out too. I carry her to my front door, and unlock it, dragging her inside. I could really use some help right now. My mom's not home. Ally is probably not home because, after all, we were skipping school.

Looks like I'm doing this on my own. I pull Aaron up the stairs into my bedroom. I carefully lay her down on my bed. I run down the stairs, grab a glass of water, and make it up the stairs as quickly as possible.

When I get back, Aaron is still unconscious, so I set down the water, and pull my desk chair over to the side of my bed. After about 2 minutes, which felt like 10 hours, Aaron's eyes flutter open, and my eyes light up.

She sees me and smiles. Then her memories come back, I guess, and she she frowns, then soon is crying. I sadden, and cup her cheek in my hand.

"Baby, what's wrong?" I ask gently, as if a voice any louder would snap her in half. She sniffles.

] Aaron's POV [

"He's gone, and I did it," I whisper in a hoarse voice. Logan...
"Baby, what do you mean?" he whispers back. I notice I am in his bed, but don't say anything.
"Logan."

Parker blinks, and I see confusion etched into his expression. I take a shaky breath.

"Logan, my brother. He was over-protective, as you'd expect him to be, but awesome. He was always making sure no boys would talk to me, unless they were, like, 20 and over, or 11 and younger. It was pretty helpful, when it came to bullies, but if I wanted to EVER talk to someone who was simply a friend, he'd freak out and say no.

"He was great. And he had never been to Disney World. He just wanted to go to Disney World. So, about 8 months ago, we...we went. It was only the second day. My mom had to go get groceries, and Logan was getting food, so he was, like, 4 floors below me. I was alone in the room, and changed into a tank top, and shorts. I had turned fourteen only 3 months before, so I had just gotten into the whole, "boy" department not to long before.

"And then, some, like, guy who looked like he was about 18, came into the room, followed by two other dudes. I don't know how they got in, but they were in, and were demanding all of my money, and belongings. So I got mad, and stupidly told him no. Then he was like, Well, you're very pretty, and kissed me. I shoved him off of me, and he pushed my against the wall, and forced his mouth on me.

"I tried to get him off of me, but his other two friends were helping him, and pushed my arms and legs back. I kept on trying to get away, and eventually got one arm free, and punched him in the gut. It was actually a pretty good punch, but he was 18 and very strong, so all it did was make him angry. He pushed me against the wall harder, and kept on trying to make me kiss him back. He put his hands everywhere.

"Then he forced his tongue into my mouth's personal space, and I did the only thing I could think of: I bit it. I bit his tongue. It was ridiculous. But it worked. Kind of. He backed away, and pulled out a gun from the back of his waistband. I didn't know he had it. If I did, I wouldn't have bit his tongue. But I did. He held the gun to my head, and told me that if I didn't cooperate, he'd kill me with no hesitation.

"Then, Logan, took that terrible moment to walk in. He saw what was happening, and tossed the bag of food from the hotel on the bed, and told him, and I quote, '"To take the freaking weapon away from her." I wanted to tell him no, and scream, but one of the guy's friends, had covered my mouth with his hand.

"So the guy told him that that was not happening, and leaned back towards me to kiss me again, and I started freaking out again, so Logan jumped one of the other dudes. It was so stupid, and ridiculous. I don't know why he did it. But, being Logan, he did it. It was a bad decision. He got thrown on the floor, and the guy who was kissing me, pointed the gun at him, and pulled the trigger without a moments hesitation.

"Logan was hit in the chest, and died as soon as the bullet hit him. I screamed, and the guy turned the gun on me, and shot me in the stomach. I immediately dropped to the floor, and the guy's pack tried to escape. It didn't work, and the only thing I remember is Logan laying down next to me, as my mom, and the paramedics came rushing into the room. His lifeless body right there, and I lied next to it, knowing that it was my fault."