Part 10

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2 weeks pass. Trinity is still living on the streets. She hasn't seen Logan at all and everyone's pretty much given up finding her.

I'm running out of money even though I've been panhandling. I'm starving. I haven't eaten in 5 days but I can hardly afford any more food. I have no other option than to go back to Logan. If I do he probably won't let me back in. I've kind of been hovering around the apartment building so I can go back if I need to. My hair is a mess and I'm filthy. I only brought a few changes of clothes since I only thought I'd be gone a few days. I trudge down the street to the apartment building in defeat. I get up to Logan's apartment and knock. No answer. Figures. I wait a few minutes and knock again. Still no answer. I sit down and wait. After an hour the door opens. Logan is in the doorway. I jump up and run and hug him. He picks me up. He kisses my cheek and forehead even though I'm coated in grime. We both start crying and he sets me down. He smiles bigger than I have ever seen him smile before. I've never seen him cry before. I've never thought about it before. I go inside and sit on the love sac. I curl up in a ball and keep crying. We just sit there crying for what seems like a hours. "Why would you leave?" Logan chokes out.

"I-I.. i don't know. I was just so angry I thought it was a good idea." I stutter. "I'm so, so, so sorry."

"I just don't know what to say at this point."

We sat in silence.

"You're so thin, you need to eat."

"I haven't eaten in 5 days."

Logan gets up and brings back a huge bowl of lentil soup. I eat it without saying anything.

"Where did you go?" He asks.

"You followed me to that little town, but from there I went east into Nevada and then i came back to LA. I just sort of floated around the apartment so I could get back easily. I didn't want to run out of money and food in a different state."

"Wow. Since when can you drive?"

"I taught myself when I was 11 the first time I ran away."

"Honestly, I'm not mad. I'm just glad you're safe. You should go take a shower."

"I will."

I go to my bathroom and turn on the water. I was so excited to get in the water that I didn't even wait for it to get hot. I forgot how good showers felt. After I got out, I put on some clean clothes and dried my hair. I went to the kitchen and saw the wooden box with the blades in it on the counter. I picked up the box and opened it I picked up a blade and turned it over and over in my fingers. I put the blade back in the box and set it on the floor. I stomp on it. It shatters and splinters under my foot. I clean up the pieces and throw them away. I look up and see Logan in the doorway. He takes my wrist and rubs his thumb over the scars. I hadn't cut myself the whole time I was gone. He kisses my wrist and then me. "I'm so proud of you."

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