Chains and Cuffs Together

9~You Don't Need Him

Logan's pov

I was in my old room on an old toddler bed Dad dragged out from the attic I sniffled and wiped my eyes I'd been crying pretty much since the day Dad made me come home ,3 days ago, he took my phone and made my sister give me some clothes

Not like it bothered her she and Mum have been so nice to me

"Logan hey how are you?" I peeked and saw Scarlett looking at me

"My back hurts" I mumbled she closed the door walking over to me

"Axel texted me.." she smiled weakly and sat next to the bed "h-here Dad said I couldn't text him I didn't he texted me so I'm not breaking the rules" she gave me her phone open to the messages "hurry" I could only skim through

Axel:I don't know what's going on over there I just know Logan's not answering and I hope she's not mad at me

Axel:Please just tell her I love her and that I miss her tell her Im sorry it was all my fault

Axel:tell her my life is nothing without her and I need her and to please take care of herself... for me if not for herself

Axel:Scarlett?

Axel:Scarlett Please?!

Axel:I'm sorry I'm so sorry I guess you both don't want anything to do with me I apologize

Axel:tell Logan one thing if nothing else.... Crimson is the most beautiful thing in my life and thank you for letting me love you

Axel:she still didn't say no...

I couldn't swallow, I couldn't breath

I sobbed out loud before covering my mouth tears freely following

"He's left voicemails too I'll let you listen to them later tonight" Scarlett mumbled then  took her phone back hurrying to clear her messages so Dad wouldn't find them

I nodded unable to make a vocal response "w-who's Crimson?" Scarlett asked carefully

I started to pant from my crying and trying to hold it in "S-she's... she's his da-"

"SCARLETT!" We both heard Dad Scarlett jumped up Dad stepped in "what are you girls doing?"

"Logan needs a heating pad for her back she said it really hurts" Scarlett quickly came up with an excuse

"You should go get that then uh?" Scarlett nodded and ran off Dad looked at me and sighed

"You need to stop crying over him it's not healthy" he walked closer

"He's the love of my life..." I sniffled

"No he's not! You don't know love you're 18 he uses you and you think it's love" he tried to correct me

"YOU DONT KNOW WHAT HE WAS LIKE HOW SWEET HE IS" I screamed

"And your nothing more than a love sick puppy, a little teenage girl struck with Stockholm Syndrome you're gunna thank me for this later in life that I stopped this before it got to far" he turned to walk out "before you both had a bastard child... not like you'd be allowed to keep it" he slammed my bedroom door