My Best Friend Logan

C1: You're Late

My phone rang. I picked it up seeing Aidan's contact on the screen
"Heyy, Aidan." I accepted the call, sighing in a careless manner.
"Brooke. You wanted me to call?" He sounded confused and unaware of what was about to happen.
"Uhm. Yeah...we need to talk" I rolled my eyes, looking at my freshly painted nails "I'm just not feelin' it anymore, you know?".
"Not feeling what?"
"Us" I replied bluntly "Sorry Aidan but you're boring me, like...really. You just don't excite me".
"Look Brooke, just give me a chan-" I hung up with no hesitation, cutting him short. "As if" I muttered underneath my breath and placed my phone down on my bedside table. It's funny how some boys are so ignorant...they should know I'm a player by now.

Just then, there was a knock on the door and Logan appeared in the doorway holding his Beretta Model 92FS. "Ready to go?"
"Heck yeah" I grabbed my Springfield Armory XD-M and pulled my black hoodie over my head, snatching up my gloves in one swift move.

I opened the window slowly, trying not to be too loud due to the fact that my parents were downstairs. To be fair, they were completely oblivious as to what was happening upstairs right now but I wanted to be safe anyway. They thought Logan was here to watch a movie and eat snacks. Sounds great but it's definitely not my sort of thing. I sniggered at the fact I had parents so naive... Do they really think I'm the angel they make out me to be?

I hauled myself onto the windowsill and lowered myself out of the window. I let go and as soon as I felt the ground, I rolled ninja style to subtract the force I was hitting the floor at and stood up with no strain. I examined myself and, as usual, I had nothing but the scratch I received from Blade earlier this week. I hate him.
Logan followed closely behind me and mirrored the actions I completed a second ago.

*****

It was dark outside and sky was blanketed in a sheet of grey, murky cloud. The street lamps were lit up and the cold air whipped around my small frame. The wind slapped my cheeks and I shivered but I chose to ignore the temperature- who cares anyway. Shivering and complaining isn't going to do anything for you but waste your time.

I looked up to my bedroom window which was left wide open. I shrugged and shoved the gun into the waist band of my black ripped jeans, hiding it under my hoodie. I took one glance at the house before running into the sheer darkness of the alley way by my house. I made my way to the end of the street where there was a wall, showing it was a dead end. This whole time, Logan wasn't far behind, taking his time on look out for followers or any signs of police.

We got to the end of the alley way where a single door sat. It was old and had clearly been used a lot. I glanced down to the dimly lit path and knocked twice on the top of the door, kicked once on the bottom right of the door, and kneed the center of the door twice. It instantly flew open and Jared dragged both me and Logan inside closing the ragged door behind him. The strong yet warm smell of alcohol bounced of the walls and rung in our noses.

Jared was a buff guy. He was the security guard of this place. He watched out for police and any non-gang members and if one was to see us, he would kill them ASAP.
"Brooke" he nodded at me.
"Logan" he glanced at Logan lightly and then turned back towards me, disgust written on his face. Jared and Logan didn't really get along. They had fallen out when Logan accidently lead a person to our hideout and ever since, Jared hated him.

We walked into the main hall where Blade was sitting at the head of the meeting table.
"You're late" he hissed. He always had a sharp tone in his voice and never let things slide. If you did something wrong, you'll have to pay for it. That's the way it works here.
"I'm sorry, Boss" I stood up straight like the army have to do and Logan instantly freezes. Blade is the only one who scared Logan. Last month he was ten minutes late and had to suffer with being beaten up by Jared, the strongest in the gang, which Jared happily did due to his anger for Logan.
"H- how late were we, boss?" I stiffened looking at his glare.
"Thirty seconds!" he yelled. I flinched at his words. "You will be beaten by Jared. Both of you".

As if no time had passed, I felt Jared dragging both of us away to the room not only me and Logan feared, but everyone feared.
I felt myself being tied to the cold, metal pole and my mouth being taped shut. I closed my eyes tightly and waited for the blow.

About seven seconds passed and nothing happened. I opened my eyes and saw him standing there. "I'm not going to hurt you" he whispered "Just stay her for a bit longer". I let out a breath I didn't realise I was holding and relaxed my shoulders. I wasn't going to be hurt today...praise Jesus!

My eyes widened as I realised that Logan was still going to be hurt. My head snapped over to him and I gasped as Jared walked over to him with a smirk on his face.
I yelled for him to stop but the tape on my mouth didn't let my words escape. I just stood there helplessly watching my best friend being beaten black and blue by the man who cared so much for me but hated so much for him.

My own brother had to hurt me sometimes. Yes, my brother...Jared is my brother. I despised him.

I slumped in defeat and closed my eyes. God I hate how family can betray you. I don't even see my brother at home, he's always out doing drugs and shit. I felt the ropes around me become loose and I looked behind me seeing my monster of a brother.

I quickly freed my wrists and waist and removed the tape from my mouth. I ran over to Logan and looked the damage...it was fine.
"Why didn't you hurt me, Jared, you scared?" Logan inquired a smirk plastered on his face..
"No, I was being generous" he huffed, slight anger lining his voice
"Thanks..." he stood up and looked over at me, confusion in his ocean eyes.
"It wasn't for you" he muttered and he dragged us out of the torture room without difficulty. His grip around my waist was so tight, it felt as if I couldn't breathe, as if my lungs were collapsing in on me. It was leaving me numb.

Throwing me onto the floor, he left my side and stood by Blade.
"Very good, Jared" we heard him through the door, his voice in approval. I breathed heavily and rolled my, getting up and walking over to one of the chairs outside of the meeting room.
I took my seat next to Logan and looked at him, my eyes covered in hurt. I wanted a true brother. One that would care for me. I'm hard on the outside and on the inside but family is different, you honestly care for them...

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