Game Over - Jacky Vincent

10

The room in the back of the bus Ronnie decided to split between us, so we each have a twin size bed across from each other. Why he didn't just give me a bunk, the world may never know.
After the Craig incident, Ronnie and everyone else seemed super tense. I said I was going to bed, but instead I went into Ronnie & I's room, and dialed Chase's number. Four rings later, she picked up.

"Sick of them already?" Chase laughed into the phone.

"Not necessarily.  But would you mind if I spilled my heart out to you?" I asked.

"Go on."

I explained everything, from when Zack and I were just friends, then when we dated, how my parents started beating me, then how he raped me, when I was sent to a foster home, and then what just happened with Craig. Explaining the whole story took at least twenty minutes, and Chase didn't interrupt once.

"Craig is such a pig, don't even worry about him. If Ronnie says he won't touch you, believe me, he won't. And for your ex," she started, "I'm so sorry. Did you ever tell anyone?"

"Never."

"Logan. You should've let someone know when it happened. How could you live with that on your chest?" Chase seemed astonished.

"I don't even know. But I'm glad I told you. Just.. Don't repeat it to anyone, okay? I don't want Ronnie going out and kicking anyone else's ass." I forced laughed, and told her that I needed to go to bed. Chase said she'd see me in the morning, so when we hung up, I grabbed my headphones and listened to music. I tried my hardest not to cry, but of course, the tears made their way out of my eyes.

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The next morning, I woke up and Ronnie wasn't in the room. The clock on the small table said it was 9:42. Usually he'd still be asleep this early. I put on a pair of shorts and a long sleeved shirt, and tied my hair up in a messy bun. I walked out into the living area of the bus, and saw a girl with a camera recording Ronnie and this guy wearing blue. He had kinda curly blonde hair was holding a piece of paper and a microphone. I stood in the doorway and listened. From what I could tell, this was an interview. No one knew I was standing there for a few minutes. Then Ronnie looked up and smiled.

"There she is!" He exclaimed. The girl with the camera directed it towards me and I smiled.

"So this is the infamous Logan?!" The interviewer asked Ronnie.

"Yes, it is. Logan, you can sit down you know, you don't have to stand," Ronnie said.

"No, I think.. I think I'm gonna go practice my routine, if you don't mind," I said, hoping he'd let me go.

He hesitated for a minute, before turning to the interviewer and saying, "just give me one minute."
Ronnie walked over to me and took me back into our room.

"Are you sure?" He asked.

"Yes, I'm sure. I need to.. Well I need to get my mind off things, okay?" I explained. He sighed and rubbed his face with his hands.

"Okay. But take Ryan with you. He used to be a ballet dancer as a kid," Ronnie snickered. I shook my head and grabbed my shoes.

I walked out of the room and Ryan was standing there waiting for me.

"My lady," he held out his arm for me to link mine with. I laughed and joined our arms.

"We will be dancing," Ryan said in a really bad British accent when we passed Ronnie. He shot Ryan and glare and said, "she'll be dancing." Putting emphasis on the "she."

"I didn't mean it like that Ronald, my god," Ryan scoffed as we left the bus.

"So Logan. Tell me something," Ryan said.

"So Ryan. Tell you what?" I asked, laughing.

"Tell me how you feel about living with us. Or about living back at home. Or any ex boyfriends." I had a feeling he was up to something.

"Ex boyfriends?" I asked.

"Logan," he sighed, "I heard your phone conversation last night."