Against All Odds

Chapter 14 - Blood On My Hands

What was I supposed to do? As scared as I was, I knew I was walking a thin line by doing what I did with Brittany. And I should've known better. And now A had something to hold over my head. I drove back to school campus with a lot on my mind. It was almost 4:30 and I had to meet Emily at the pool. I pulled into the parking lot and parked the car in the shade. I reclined my seat and put my hands on my head. What the fuck did I just get myself into? The last thing I wanted was for Emily to find out about what happened from someone else instead of me. The least I could do was tell her myself before A got the chance to. As I got deeper into my thoughts, I could feel myself start to relax and fall asleep. Knock knock knock. I looked up to see Emily smiling at me though the window. She had her hair down with a towel around her waist and my hoodie on. I rolled the window down and she leaned in to kiss me.

"Hey babe." I smiled. She walked to the passengers side of the car and got in. As always she smelled like chlorine and Black cologne from Rue 21. She knew it was a men's scent but it was the combination of th chlorine and the cologne that gave it a very gentle scent.

"How was practice?" I took the bag from her lap and placed in the back seat.

"Oh it was the same as always, fun." She really did love swimming, just like Britt loved to dance.

No. I had to stop thinking about her. It wasn't helping the situation at all. The less I thought about her the better.

"Where did you want to go for dinner?" She sat up in her sets and straightened out her back.

"This is gonna sound terrible, but it really feel like getting some Popeyes babe. I have been craving it like all day."

"That's fine babe we can go okay?" I drove downtown to the nearest Popeyes. We ordered some food and took it to go.

"Are you alright, San? You look like you have something on your mind." I didn't even look at her. I pretended to be super concentrated on the road becase of the traffic. But really? I was afraid of telling her the truth. She has been through so much already. I don't want to hurt her. I knew what I had to do. I was going to the football field tonight.

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It was about a quarter to nine and Emily had fallen asleep on the couch while watching re-runs of the 2012 Summer Olympics. She constantly watched the swimming trials and it was perfectly fine with me. I kissed her forehead.

"I love you Emily." I grabbed my knife and put it in my jacket pocket. I debated about taking Emily's gun, she hid it in a bag in her suitcase in the back of her closet. I paused for a second to take a look at her. I wasn't just doing for me, I was doing this for her. On my way to the field I texted Brittany.

I love you, Brittany S. Pierce.

I stopped right before the gate to enter the field. I didn't know what was about to happen or who I was going to find on that field but what I did know was that I was going to end this tonight.

I cautiously went out onto the field. The lights were on, and the seats were completely bare. As I walked into the middle of the field, the loud speaker came on.

"I must say, I am kind of surprised that you showed up tonight. Now you must be wondering why I asked you here tonight. How about you come up to here to the announcers booth. And make it quick." The screach from the speakers hurt my ears. I put my hands in my pockets and made my way up the stairs. As I reached the announcers booth I noticed the door was already open. The lights were off but I could see someone sitting in the darkness.

"What do you want." The person turned around and the lights turned on. "Logan?"

"Hello Santana. Surprised to see me?"

"Surprised is an understatement. How dare you?" I went for her but she pulled out a gun and pointed it at me. I put my hands up and started to back up.

"That's exactly what I thought. Now. You back up and sit your ass on that chair right there and I'll tell you what I want from you." She put the gun down on the table. "I want you to go back to your room and tell Emily that you're leaving. Then you get your things and you walk out that door and you never look back."

"Why are you even doing this to them?" She started to laugh.

"See what the girls don't know is that Ezra had a half sister." She picked up the gun and started to play with it in her hands. "Ezra was everything to me. He was the only sibling I had. Even though I hardly saw him he still called me every week to see how I was doing. Then I found out he was dead. Killed. By that stupid bitch you call your girlfriend and I was enraged. How dare they just get a slap on the wrist after shooting him in cold blood?"

"Do you even know what he did to them? He isn't some kind of fucking saint, Logan. He made their life hell for over three years."

"And what the fuck do you know about any of this?" She pointed the gun at me again. "Who are you to just come into all of this and make like you know these things? What makes you think that you understand what any of us have been through? I thought that by killing Emily's ex girlfriend she would be devastated. That she would slowly give up on life and feel the pain that I did. But when I saw that you were with her? Oh that changed everything. You got in my way. You ruined everything."

"You were the one who killed Paige? Are...Are you fucking kidding me? Of course that killed Emily. She loved her!"

"Oh you are defending her now are you? And here I thought that you were about to leave her for Brittany I mean from what went on the other night, I was pretty convinced that you were going to get back with her." I started to get hot. I balled my hand into a fist. "I'd be careful if I were you, honey. You don't want to overstep your boundaries. I could easily just shoot you and leave you to die while I head over to your girlfriends room and kill her. Like I told you. You should've left town when you could."

"Fuck off, Logan." I ran towards her and tackled her to the ground. I knew she had the gun in her hand but I didn't care. It was obvious that she wasn't going to stop. We rolled around on the floor a couple times when finally I got the gun out of her hand and it slid away.

Logan got up on top of me and started punching me. I swung back and she fell down to the ground. I wiped the blood coming from my nose with my sleeve. She got up and we both looked over at the gun. It felt like I was moving so slow yet I knew that I had never moved for something so fast in my entire life. We both got to it at the same time. I tried my hardest to get it away from her but I was just so tired. The adrenaline didn't seem to be working its way through my system at all.

"Just hand it over Santana and I won't make your death as painful as Emily's." I yanked hard but she didn't let go.

"That isn't going to happen." I rustled up whatever remaining energy I had. We were standing now, our bodies close together. Bam! The gun went off. The feeling of warm liquid covered my hands. I didn't move. I didn't know if the blood was mine or hers.