Road Trip

Road Trip: Chapter Thirteen

So it turned out that everyone fancied going down to this bonfire, which worked out perfectly for me and Logan and we were 'too tired'. I guess that's how we found ourselves in this position.

I know what you're thinking- we were having sex. In fact we weren't. Instead, we were sat on the kitchen floor at 1am, Logan in nothing but his jeans, and I in nothing but his shirt and some panties. We had attempted to do some baking, which turned out to be neither of our fortes. Now here we sat, covered in flour, the stench of burnt cookies wafting around the room, both laughing our asses off at nothing and at everything.

"So it's safe to say that neither of us is the cook in this relationship," He chuckled, wiping some flour from him head. I laughed, but I couldn't help but hear what he had said- relationship? I thought he said he didn't do labels?

"Guess not lover boy. We'll have to hire a chef or something," I giggled, sliding my bum on the tiled floor until I was right in front of him. Smirking, he reached over and picked me up, causing me to straddle him. Running my fingers round his neck, they landed in his hair, drawling circles on his scalp. He moaned, yanking me closer before pressing his lips to mine in a heated kiss. I could feel him growing hard under me, and I jerked my hips slightly causing him to growl. I was about to do it again, when a high pitched scream interrupted us. Pulling apart abruptly, I tumbled of his knee and onto the tiled floor, staring up in shock and horror as the entire 'family' stood there, eyes wide and mouths agape. Oh, fuck.

"What the HELL was going through your head? I raised you better then this, Beth! Honestly! Not only are you a guest in someone's home, but that is your step-brother!" My Mom fumed, pacing the bedroom floor, face red and breathing heavy. I shirked back, flinching as every word got louder.

She stood there, hand on hip, looking angrier then I had ever seen her.

"I-I'm sorry, Mom. It's, it's not been going on long, hell, it started after we left for this trip. I don't know what it even is, I-I just know I like him," I mumbled, looking down at my knees.

Stalking towards me, she grabbed my chin in her hands with an iron tight grip, yanking my head up so her eyes could bore holes into mine. "I couldn't give two shits if you're fucking soul mates. You will not ruin my marriage, you selfish little whore. You will walk down those stairs right now and tell him whatever is going on with you is over. Now."

I stared wide eyed at her. Did she just call me a whore?

"No," I snapped, attempting to pull my face from her grasp, but apparently that wasn't my best idea, and she removed her hand only to replace it with a loud, painful slap across my cheek. Yelping, I jumped back onto the bed. Grabbing my throbbing face, I stared up at her in shock.

I think she was in shock too, as she said nothing and simply turned, leaving the room. I sat there, on that bed for what must have been hours, staring blankly into space and crying. What had we done? What had I done? How had I tricked myself into thinking this would have ever worked out? He was Logan Reed- just last week I hated his guts. He was nothing more then the son of the man my Mom married, and after one more school year, I would be off to college and would probably never speak to him again.

Pulling myself together, I stood up, wiping the access tears from my eyes and fixing my hair just right. When I was satisfied, I reached for my phone.

25 minuets later, my bags were packed, my makeup on to cover the bruise that was beginning to form under my eye, and I was making my way down the stairs. As I entered the living room, everyone turned to look at me. It was obvious straight away that Molly and Grace had been crying, and I had to avoid their glances otherwise it would've broken my heart. My Mom was the first face I looked at, still angry but with regret shining brightly in her eyes as she looked at my cheek. There was only so much foundation could do at this point.

Matt looked disappointed, Sylvia and George and Grant confused, and Lucille just looked awkward. My eyes finally landed on Logan's. Those beautiful blue eye of his were shining with desperation, as he flung himself of the couch and made his way over to me. When he finally reached me, he tried to grab my arm but I flinched away from him- mustering up a look of disgust as much as I could.

"I've called my Dad. He should be here any minuet, he's going to take me home. Mom was right, Reed. This is never gonna work. I don't love you, I don't like you, hell, I'd go as far as to say I hated you. I don't know what got the better of me, maybe I was just too caught up in a bit of fun. But that's over now, so I'm going home. Enjoy the rest of your trip," I grunted, picking my bag up off the floor. "Thanks for having me" I mumbled to Sylvia, thanking the lord when I heard my Dad beep from outside. I turned and walked out of that house, ignoring the desperate cries of Logan, Mom and Molly. Heading down the lawn to my Dad's car, I hopped in as quickly as possible, finally letting the tears role down my cheeks.

I hadn't seen my Dad in at least over a year, and I should've probably given him a hug or something, but I think he knew just by looking at me it wasn't the time. Instead, he placed a comforting hand on my shoulder, giving it a tight squeeze. "Don't worry, love. Dad's here now."

Driving off down the road, I clamped my eyes shut, trying to ignore the sick feeling in my stomach. What had I done?

Was this the end?