Aftertaste [COMPLETED]

Chapter 30:: Ouija

IT WAS A QUIET Drive; all the noise was inside my head. Rory was leaving, leaving me alone with Logan. The two sat up front, I was sitting behind Rory so I had clear view of Logan's profile. I couldn't believe him. I trusted him. I kissed him. I thought I knew him. All this time he had been lying to me. He was sick, and so was I. Just thinking about the situation, I could feel the rancid bile rising in my throat.

But I guess that what I get for letting him fight my battles.

God I wanted to confront him, I wanted to let everyone know what he had done.

Rory said something and I watched the way Logan responded. Smiling piously, laughing as if all was well. He was good, I'd give him that. How does he sleep at night? Suddenly everything clicked and it made my mind spin.

'He'll get what he deserves.'

The accident, oh god, the accident. Rory's breaks, Logan's strange behaviour, the sexual assault. It all made sense now.

It then crossed my mind that Logan might actually be a psychopath. Only someone mentally unstable could live with the despicable things they'd done.

I looked over at Lindsay could she have known? Rory knew about the assault and still continued to be friends with him. What else did he know?

I thought back to the day of the accident when Rory said, "I never thought it'd be me, never me."

Was he helping Logan cover up something else? A more heinous crime perhaps? But then again, what could be worse than murder? Maybe James wasn't his first kill, maybe Rory knew about both murders and kept them hidden from me.

I realised then that I couldn't trust anyone. It was just me.

The car came to a stop and I came to to see that we were at the airport. Feeling numb, I got out with everyone else and stood back as Logan helped Rory and Lindsay get their luggage from the trunk. Then we headed inside to see them off.

As I trailed behind everyone else, feeling as if I had lead for feet, I felt a hand land gently in my shoulder. I flinched and spun around to see Chad, who quickly recoiled. I put a hand to my chest.

"Sorry if I scared you."

I waved it off. "Just forgot you were here is all."

He tucked his hands into his pockets. "You seem to be taking it pretty rough. Must be hard to see a friend go away, huh?"

I gave a ghost if a smile. "It feels like I'm losing everything."

He slung an arm over my shoulder. "That's sweet. But just give it time, thing won't be so bad."

I felt my gut churn. Oh I'm sure they will.

**

Goodbyes were said and tears were shed, but not one escaped my eyes. At first I was devastated to know Rory would be leaving. Starting over in another country with someone that wasn't me. But now, knowing what I know, I was glad he'd be as far away from me as possible.

Their flight had been delayed a few hours, we stayed with them about thirty minutes before they insisted we go. It was getting dark, and the traffic would be hell, they said. So we said our final goodbyes and  we walked back to the car in silence. Logan seemed in a rush for some reason, anxious. Fair enough, there was enough traffic to give anyone anxiety, but I'd learned well enough by now not to give him the benefit of the doubt.

What was he up to now?

**

He dropped me off at home after I declined an opportunity to hang out at the pub.