Pumped-Up Kicks (A Logan Lerman Story)

Chapter 29

Telly's P.O.V.

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I sat back on my chaise as Logan left. Honestly I don't think I can handle the princess part. It's just not right. But yeah. My mind can't wrap around the whole "starting a war" concept. I always tried to be a peacemaker. I found myself wishing I didn't find out about myself. I really missed my old life. With Remie and everyone else. With creative fridays and wild parties.

I was practically trapped here. There was no way I would be let out of anyone's sight for a while. Jared was right. Finding out about myself was a mistake. Coming here was a mistake. But he wasn't right about Logan.

My maids came back and helped me get undressed and ready for bed. After they were finished I sat on my bed in a silk nightgown and lace robe. I walked over to my balcony and opened the glass doors. The snow was coming down now. Almost like a blizzard. The ice cold air was a kiss on the cheek. I rested my hands on the railing and looked over the city. Much like Seattle. Many buildings were lit up. Surprisingly enough the streets were quiet.

I went back into my room and looked around. I went into my study and closed the door behind me. The fireplace was lit and embers crackled. The warmth radiated off of it was snuggly and I became drousy. I looked on the bookshelves. To my surprise, modern books lined the walls. A little door was tucked into a corner. It gave off the vibe it lead to something. Somewhere. Someone. My feet took a step towards it. And another. Five more followed. My fingertips brushed against the brass handle with ease and curiosity. My wrist gently flicked and opened the door. Another study stared back. You could tell it was a guys room. There was a leather bound notebook pages down on the desk. I picked it up and read what was on the cover. Logan Lerman was written in gold letters. Logan's room. It was his journal. I placed it down the way he had it and retreated into my room before I could get caught. I mentally noted that I had to read what it said.

A knock was at the doors then the intruder entered without waiting. Logan appeared and strode with urgency toward me. I stood up promptly with a questioned look on my face. " Is everything alright?" I asked. It seemed to be way after dinner now. He nodded and took a seat on my chaise. I walked to that area and stood in front of him.

" So everyone is estatic because you've come back." He took my hands in his. " And they want to see you at breakfast tomorrow." I nodded urging him to keep going. It seems to be a great idea. " But, there is also the risk of an uprising since it will be broadcasted." His eyes held my gaze for a moment.

" Why is it such a big deal that people see me eat?"

" I don't know. I never understood the concept of royalty. I also hate that something so small could cause a damn war." His tone was hinted with anger and his eyebrows knitted together in frustration. "But anyway I was told you can't make contact of any kind outside the palace." He stood from his spot and turned his back on my.

" Why. I'm not a little kid. You can't treat me like this."

" Yes I can. And I will. I have too."

" Oh so were back to this Logan. I'm not some helpless baby. I'm 16 years old and can take care of myself. If I want to leave the castle I will and you're not going to stop me." I began to get angry. Maybe he was right about Logan.

" Chantel you can't leave. You won't be let out of anyones sight. I won't let you anyway. Compared to me you're weak and useless and couldn't survive without my help in Galandria." His eyes darkened. I ignored it.

" I will if I want too. Once again I won't take orders from you. You can't harass me and tell me what to do. I'm a person not a got damn puppet. You may rule everyone else with an iron fist but not me. I don't tolerate that kind of shit." I poked his chest twice.