Trinity POV
I guess I slept through the night since my phone said it was 7:32am. I got up and went to the kitchen to get some breakfast. I saw Logan sitting on a love sac on his phone. "Morning" I say.
"Morning" he replies
I open a cabinet to see if he has cereal but its completely empty. "You really need to get some more food" I say.
"I know. How about we go out for breakfast?" He asks.
"Ok, where?" I ask
"I was thinking IHOP. Is that ok?"
I nod. I go back to my room and change into some high waisted jeans and a hoodie. I put my hair up into a high ponytail and put on some converse. I went back into the living room. "It's 100° outside why are you wearing a sweatshirt?" Logan asks.
"I'll be fine." I reply
"Seriously, you're going to overheat. Go put on something else." He says
"No! I want to wear this." I say
"I'm your dad and I say you need to change! Why must you argue with me?"
"LET ME WEAR WHAT I WANT!" I yell. "Why does it even matter what shirt I wear?"
"If you're not going to change we're not going. I don't want you to overheat!"
I storm off into my room and lock the door. I dig into the bottom drawer of my dresser and pull out a small wooden box. I open it and pull it out a small razor. I slit my wrist 5 times.
1 for Logan
1 for the orphanage
3 for my stupidity
I clean up the blood and put the box away. Logan bangs on the door. "What are you doing in there?" He yells.
"Nothing." I reply.
"Don't lie to me. Let me in now!" He demands
I open the door. Logan looks very concerned. "What was that all about?" He asks. "I'm sorry for yelling, but I just want to help you."
I look down, not answering his question. He grabs the wrist I just cut. I wince in pain. "What?" He asks.
"I'm fine."
I feel a warmth under Logan's hand. My wrist was bleeding again. Logan seemed to notice too. He pulls up my sleeve before I can pull away. He sees the new cuts, old ones, and a whole bunch of scars. I just looked down as Logan pulled me to the bathroom. "Sit." He says pointing to the counter. I obey. He cleans up my arm and puts bandages on it. "I need to talk to you." He says. He leads me to his bed. I hadn't been in his room. We sit down and he pulls me into a hug. I enjoyed it, the warmth of his chest softens expression. He kisses my forehead. "I'm so sorry Logan" I say.
"It's ok. I know you've had a hard life, but harming yourself won't help you escape all your problems." He says
"It was the only thing I could think of to help myself. I won't do it again."
"I love you, Trinity" he says
"I love you too" I say.
*later that night*
Logan turns off the tv. "You should go to bed" he says.
"I guess you're right. It is getting late. Goodnight, Logan." I say.
"Night" he says.
I put on pajamas and go to sleep.
Logan POV
I wake up to Trinity screaming. I run to her room and wake her up. She starting crying. I held her close to my body and she started to calm down. We just sat there, with her crying in my arms. When she finally stopped crying I asked what happened. She thought for a second and started to cry again. I hushed her down and hugged her. It must've been a nightmare.
Trinity POV
Having Logan hold me was calming. I stopped crying again and told him it was just a nightmare. "Will you stay with me?" I ask. It seemed like a childish thing to ask, but he agreed. I feel bad for waking him up, but I felt safer with him. We fell asleep with his arms around me.
