Beautiful Chaos

Chapter Ten

Lauren's POV

I clambered into my apartment, my large dress knocking some things over as I made my way in. I snuck into my bedroom hoping to avoid all contact with Logan and was surprisingly successful. I stripped myself of the large gown and threw on sweatpants and a tank top, reluctantly walking back into the kitchen. A large smash could be heard from the living room. I darted in finding a drunken Logan smashing my lamp against the wall. I watched as he picked up a crystal vase and crush it against the same wall.

"STOP IT!" I heard myself scream. I ran over to him, ripping out the next item he was ready to break from his grip. "STOP IT NOW LOGAN!" I demanded. He looked at me with an odd smirk that sent the wrong kind of chills down my spine.

"Stop what?" He prodded.

"Stop breaking my stuff." I said as if it were obvious.

"Why? You broke mine." He stated simply.

"Enough Logan." I huffed. As if I broke his heart. It was clear that the love act he had been putting on was for his own benefit. The more love, the more cash was the deal.

"What you think just because I'm probably the longest "relationship" you've ever had you get to treat me like a piece of shit? That's not how this works Lauren, I have- had feelings for you that were real and you just ripped me apart." He spat.

I was getting annoyed at this point; I was done with the pity act from Logan and wasn't going to put up with it for much longer.

"I don't care if you think I'm lying; everything I did was real Lauren. Why would I treat you like that when there weren't even cameras around?" He questioned. He did have a point.

"Because it would be more bearable for when we really had to go out." I said trying to convince myself more than him. I watched as he moved closer to me, pinning me against the wall with his body.

"Bullshit." His breath smelled strongly of alcohol. "You're just bitter because you have some "terrible" past that you refuse to speak of and you take it out on everyone around you. What? Was mommy a whore and worked the streets every night and left you and your daddy and all the other siblings alone with him but daddy didn't give two shits about his kids? Is that it?" He pestered. I felt tears brimming my eyes, threatening to pour out. I tried to swallow them down but failed to do so. I attempted to push him off of me, but he just wouldn't move. I hated drunk Logan more than I disliked real Logan and I didn't even think that was possible.

"Lauren I-" He began but was cut off by my sobs. He lifted his hand quickly and I flinched away, afraid of the impact his hand would cause to my face. He instead moved it to tug at his own hair. "Did you think I was going to hit you?" He asked, pain filled his voice. I pushed him out of the way and into my bedroom, locking the door behind me. I laid down trying to block out all of the thoughts that were running through my mind. I heard him yelling to himself from outside of the door, probably breaking more items, but I refused to move from under the covers.

"Lauren open the door." He said, pounding on it. "Lauren please." He practically begged. Tears continued to pour from my eyes, refusing to stop. Could he be telling the truth? Maybe what he felt was real and this whole time I had been blocking it out. Camila was the one who told me not to fall for it, that it was an act. She was usually right and she was my best friend so of course I believed her. But maybe this time was different. He was drunk though and probably won't remember that he confessed his feelings to me. But you know what they say; drunk words are sober thoughts.