He pulls me in tight, "Don't be sorry. You're obviously going through something hard. I can't take the pain away Lex but I can love you through whatever it is that is hurting you so much and no matter what I will not stop loving you."
I stopped and looked up at him, "You never told me you loved me before."
"Well I do." he stopped and sighed, "Lex, I have to say something."
I jumped out of his arms and off the couch, "What? Logan you can't!"
"I have too!" he yelled.
"Logan. No. Please." I begged.
"Lexi it's gone to far." he seemed so torn.
I paused, "I'll stop. I promise. Logan please. One more chance."
He stared at the floor in front of him.
I walked over and kneeled down in front of him and kissed, "Just so you know whatever you do, I love you."
He grabs me and pulls me closer, "One. More. Chance." he kisses me.
I can't help but cry, "I'm so sorry Logan."
Logan held me in his arms for awhile. It felt so comforting I didn't want to move. It grew closer to midnight and we knew everyone would be back soon. I went to my bunk to sleep while Logan went to the main room to play video games. When I told Logan I loved him I really meant it. I just feel like I really let him down. That night I made a promise to myself to not doing anything so stupid ever again. When I woke up the next morning I felt really motivated and was really happy. I grabbed my laptop and walked to a nearby cafe. I got a big lunch and typed on my computer for hours. When I got back to my bunk I froze. I went into a panic when I saw my sheets were gone my blankets were gone and most importantly my pillow cases were gone which mean that my bloody "cutting" t shirt is also missing. I went to the main room and saw my dad sitting at the kitchen table.
"Dad!" I slammed my hands down on the table.
He jumped and looked up from his phone, "What Lex?"
"Where are my sheets and stuff?" I calm my voice.
"You're mom is doing laundry. Why?"
"I wanted to take a nap is all." I said before going to the back room.
My mind is racing of excuses I could tell my parents of why the shirts is all bloody. I skinned my knee? It may've worked but there was no evidence to prove it. I tripped and bit my lip? No there was way to much blood. Then my mind started to think that my mom didn't even notice the shirt when she took my pillow out and just threw it in the laundry. By the time it comes out all the blood would have to be gone, right? I then here the door open and my mom starting to talk. I sneak out of the back room and close enough to the main room to hear my parents conversation.
"Charles, we need to talk." my mom said.
"What is it Alli?"
My mom was talking in a hushed tone, "I found something in Alexia's laundry. It's concerning me."
"Well, what?" my dad asked.
"There was shirt in her pillow case that was covered in blood and I meaned covered." my mom sounded calm but worried.
My dad started to sound just as panicked as I was a few minutes ago, "Do you know what happened?"
"Charles, I have no idea. I feel like she's hiding it all from us for some reason"
"She was just in here asking me why all of her stuff was gone. She seemed worried."
"See!" my mom yelled before lowering her voice again, "She doesn't want us to know something."
"Should we ask her about it?"
"I don't know. I don't want to ambush her."
"And I don't want her thinking we mad at her." my dad added.
"Let's just watch her. See if we see anything that's been cut badly if we find it we ask." my mom suggested.
My dad seemed to have thought it over for a few seconds before shaking his head in agreement. A weight has been lifted off my shhoulder. I had a few more days to think of a viable excuse.
