Loveless Boundaries

Chapter 7

Hello lovelies. Been a while I reckon. But Im back with another chapter which youll hopefully enjoy.

Stella's p.o.v

Thats it. Im going to be living with these people. I dont mind Aubrey much but her owner is a bit over the top. I still kinda have a hard time with Logan. But the two of them would kinda make it impossible to escape if I tried again. I peek a glance at Aubrey and she looks confused.

I feel you Aubs. I feel ya.

"Wait so like.... we're living here?" She raised her eyebrows up at Blake.

"Yes princess. We're living here now. The other house was just too much to handle. We needed something smaller." He explains... which to me, didn't make any sense.

"But I dont wanna live here." She pouts. His face turns sympathetic as he goes to embrace her in a hug.

"I know princess. Its just for a little while okay?" He reassures. She nods her head in understanding and smiles up at me.

"Looks like we're new house buddies!" She grins from ear to ear.

Then it clicks.

There's only 2 bedrooms in this house. That hell of a dungeon and Logan's room. So that means.......

"Um Logan. Where am I going to sleep?" I speak up just before clearing my throat.

"I uh, well, we're going to redecorate your room, and give that to them while you..... are stationed in my room." He says, the last part coming out a little above a whisper.

"Nooooo. Nope. Nuh uh. I'm sleeping on the couch." I get up and make my way to the door when I hear Blake stifle a laugh.

"She's so demanding. Take control dude." Blake says in a fit of laughter.

Blake gives me a stern look, before scratching his head and grips my wrist. "You go where I say you go, girl." His menacing glare is enough to scare me, so i retract my hand and sit back on the side of Aubrey. "Good." He smiled in satisfaction. "So we're all settled then. Blake's gonna be getting his stuff from the old house between this week and next week. So this is it." Logan sighs.

Tears prick my eyes and immediately I stand up, and make my way for the door. "Where do you think youre going?" He stops me.

"Im going to clear my head. Dont worry, im not gonna leave if that's what you were thinking." I shrug, and go past him and out in to the halls. I stop by the pictures again and this time I decide to give them more attention. Theres a picture with Logan in it with his mom and grandad(I'm guessing) looks so foreign among the others. In this one, the older woman is looking down at Logan, who's mounted on one of those baby motorbikes. Shes looking at him almost..... pitifully. The grandad is also staring at him with a stern look though. I wonder what the story behind this picture was.

Lost in the pictures, i zoned out everything else, apparently the footsteps of Logan too, because when I turned my head to the right, there he was.

"You shouldnt be looking at these." He growls. Okay bipolar much?

He proceeds to take the pictures from the wall, but I place my hand on his lower arm. "Why? Keep them up. They're just pictures." I pout.

"Dont tell me what to do. If I'm taking them down then let me take them down okay? Who are you to stop me. You are nobody." He seethes through his teeth.

I put my hand back to my sides and walk to the living room I sit in the couch, and just stare up at the wooden ceiling. I just hate how hes so calm, cool and collected one minute and then the next, he's all moody, and yelly all the time, and I have a feeling that with Blake being here, its gonna be much worse.