A Twisted Love Story

[Chapter 11]

Right after James steps in the room, I stand up and walk to the door. I put my hand on the knob and look at the floor.

"I'm sorry if I made everything worse." I breathe and turn the door knob.

"Kait," James speaks.

I stop and turn to him.

"I hope things to happen too much." I say. "I better go."

I turn away and walk out of the door. I head over to my car and drive away. While driving, tears are streaming down my cheeks. I don"t know. I just want to shout to everyone right now. I hate everything.

I arrive home and unlock the door. I throw my car keys at the coffee table in front of the couch and walk to the backyard. I sit on the grass and think about James. God, no. I have to stop thinking about James. He's not gonna be mine. Never.

I hear the front door being shut. I turn around and Logan stands behind me.

"What do you want?" I ask turning away.

"I just wanted to make sure you're okay." He sits next to me.

"Go away. I want to be alone." I sniff after crying.

"You want to eat anything? I can cook something for you." Logan looks at me, smiling.

"No,"

"I know you're hungry."

"Logan."

He giggles. "Okay, fine."

"Logan, I'm sorry. I just don't feel good right now." I say and then everything turns black.

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I blink for a few times to make everything clear. I'm in my room. Okay, when did I go to bed? I look at the clock and it says 9 am. It's Friday. I get off the bed and walk downstairs. Mom and dad aren't home yet. I walk over to the kitchen and drink some milk. Then, I head over to the living room and Logan's sleeping on the couch.

"Logan," I shake his body slowly and he sits up.

"Oh, Kait." He yawns.

"Why are you here?"

"Taking care of you. You feel better?"

"I'm good. What happened?"

"You fainted yesterday. I decided to wait here until you wake up."

"Oh, uhm, thanks." I breathe, sitting next to him.

"You want to eat?" Logan asks, arranging his messy hair.

"Sure." I say softly.

He walks over to the kitchen and starts getting out some stuff to cook. I head upstairs and take a bath. After bath, I put on my clothes and run to the kitchen. I sit down at the counter and Logan's done cooking. He slides the omelete on my plate and 2 sausages.

"Thanks." I smile.

"No problem," He breathes and then washes the dishes.

"Logan, why do you care about me?"

"Cause I like you." I should have thought that.

"Oh." I whisper.

"James called. He said he was sorry."

"For what?"

"I don't know."

I finish my breakfast and wash the plate.

"I....need to go." Logan says, sliding on his backpack.

"Okay.." I blink and he's not in my sight anymore.