finding thea

Chapter 27

The next morning, Pam was here.

"Honey," she rushed into the room. "Logan, get off the bed."

"She wanted me," Logan smirked.

Pam rolled her eyes.

"I checked your charts," she said. "you can go home but I want to keep a close tab on you."

"I'll be fine," I said. "but thank you."

"I'll go get the papers," Logan said and left.

A few minutes after Logan left, Jake, Tony, Tessa, and Tristan walked in.

"Yo," Jake looked worried. "How are you?" he bear-hugged me.

"She won't breathe if you don't let her go," Tony said.

"Shut up. You just want your turn," Jake said.

"Damn, right," he chuckled.

"You scared the hell out of me," Tessa said.

"It's good to see you okay," Tristan said.

"Thanks for coming," I said. "but I expected flowers from you Tony," I teased.

"I was in a hurry," he blushed.

Everyone laughed.

"Come to my house. Mom is the Team 10 nurse. We can take care of you," Jake said.

"She is not going anywhere with you," Logan walked in.

"Come on, you can't keep her to yourself, Logan. She is my sister too," Jake said. "oh my god, wait until all the content I get to make with her."

"She is not doing the kissing challenge," Logan said.

"Wasn't thinking about it but now you mentioned it, it might be a great vlog," Jake said.

"I'm down," Tony smiled.

"No," Logan said. "you are not down, and you are not taking her to your house."

"Party pooper," Jake said.

"Come on boys. Let me get her dressed so we can go home," Pam said.

They boys left. Tessa and Pam helped me into clean clothes and I could not be more excited for a warm bath. Once I got to Logan's mansion, he brought me to my room left me for a meeting.

"I'm sorry. I'll be back," he said.

Pam went out with Lydia to get groceries for his house and Brandon was editing a vlog. I went to the bathroom and sank into a hot tub, satisfying my craving.

"Come out to play," the man, Mick, whom my mom brought home said. "come on, little girl. I just want a taste," he chuckled. I felt sick to my stomach.

I curled up into a ball in the attic. I pray he won't find me. But I lost hope in praying a long time ago. I wasn't religious. I never had a chance to go to the church or celebrate Christmas. I wasn't an atheist either. I just put God out of the picture because it was easier. I didn't want to think God would put me here to suffer.

They say to hope. Hoping is sad. Hoping means waiting for something to happen. Even if they would never.

I heard the banging again. He was getting close.

"Mick," mom called. "honey, why are you up here?"

"Looking for the toilet, sweetheart," he answered in a lie effortlessly.

"You can use the one down stairs," she said.

"Okay, you caught me," he chuckled. "I wanted to see your room and picture where you sleep every night," he said.

I was about to throw up.

"Oh, you are a bad boy," mom said in between her giggles. "Come on, let's get a drink."

"You always know what I want," he said, and they left.

I fell asleep in the attic. The cold woke me up in the middle of the night. My toes and fingers were purple. I listened, and the house was silent. I climbed out of the attic softly and silently.

"There you are," Mick's voice made me jump. He was drunk. Oh no. He took a step forward and I took a step back.

"Come on," he said. "Your mom passed out. I am good in bed. I'll be gentle at your first," he said. He locked me in the corner. His face rest on my neck and his tongue licked my collar bone. I reached for the plunger and hit him in the head then his sex.

"You bitch!" he screamed. I was out the door. I ran. I forgot my shoe any my feet were already bleeding from the rough tar road. I ran aimlessly but when I heard a noise, I stopped.

"Come on, Logan." A girl said. I looked behind the bushes and saw Logan with a girl in his car.

I wanted to look away, but I couldn't. They were laughing and happy.

I wanted to hate him. I wanted to hate all of them but it was my fault. Mom said it was my fault they didn't want me and left me with her. It was my fault she couldn't get a better job. It was all my fault. Tears rolled down my face and I felt numb. I sank to the floor and let the numbness take over.