MADNESS | FINN BÀLOR [1]

( CHAPTER FIFTEEN - BAD BLOOD )

CHAPTER FIFTEEN; BAD BLOOD

     Her fists hit the punching bag until she felt a sharp stinging pain in her knuckles but she kept punching. The anger that had been built up from last night, and this morning had finally reached it's peak. Every cell inside of her body turned against her and she found herself gasping for air as her fists continued their brutality.

Sweat trickled down her bare chest and sweat glistened on her forehead, and again, her fist hit the bag, the same stinging feeling erupting from her knuckles as the skin cracked and blood began oozing out of the new wound.

 "where have you been?" Was the first words to leave Seth's mouth as soon as the hotel door had opened, and a smiling Logan entered the quiet room. Seth turned on the lamp from beside his bed, illuminating the room, the darkness disappearing. 

She had thought Seth would have been asleep by now, since it was around three in the morning, but he had actually stayed awake and waited for her to come back. "You didn't have to wait up for me," She told him, starting to discard her top from her body; not caring of her ex-boyfriend's brown eyes were lingering on her bare frame.

"Well I did," Seth spoke up, his voice growing stern. He was angry, and this was obvious due to the harshness of his tone. "where were you?" He didn't even need to know since he knew where she was, he knew about how much time her and Finn had been spending together, and he found himself growing jealous of it.

 Logan turned around after putting on a oversized shirt, "Why does that concern you, Seth?" She shook her head while slipping her light jeans down her thighs. "Because I was worried about you." Came his low reply, his voice becoming soft. "You couldn't call me, tell me you were okay?"

 Logan stood up straight while her eyebrow rose, "Okay, since when did I sign up for a second father?"  She shouted, her voice becoming annoyed with how he was acting towards her right now; the old Seth that she knew so well began resurfacing. "I'm a grown ass woman, Seth. I don't need a damn babysitter."

 Logan had thought she saw Seth flinch back slightly from the coldness of her tone. Logan shook her head once again, and started climbing into the other free bed next to Seth's. 

 Her knuckles bled from the memory, and she found herself punching harder and harder the more the thought of Seth's jealous nature. She could understand where he was coming from, worried about her during the night and that made her thought that she should've came him a call, telling him that she would be out a bit late. But it also dawned on her that it shouldn't matter to him where she was. 

 She was a grown women with a talent in wrestling, and she sure as hell knew if any creepy pervert came up to her and tried anything, she would stick her shoe so far up his arse. Logan struck at the punching bag again, and this time twisting her body around, hitting it with the back of her boot.