Too Bad For Her Own Good

Chapter 20

"Me?" I ask, smiling as I stand up.

"Yes, I know it sounds confusing but-"

"You cant, own, people. No one is owning me. I don't know what kind of glorified monopoly you're running, or if this is some sick joke, but you're sick." I spit, jogging up the stairs. I hear him following behind me, but choose to ignore it as I grab my backpack and my small bag of necessities from my dresser.

"Kat, where are you-"

"No, stop." I put a hand up, slinging my bag over my shoulder. "Do you know how scared I was? You guys actually looked serious, all scary and macho. But is this a game to you? Mess with girls like me in your spare time?" I ask, walking into the bathroom to get my toothbrush.

"No, it's not like that. Kat, please listen to me I-"

"No!" I slam my fists against the counter top in the bathroom. "You listen to me. You had me fooled, they were after you, and I was worried and freaked out about all the apparent brawls and rounds, but this is just you being an immature child."

I turn around, shoving the toothbrush in my bag and walking out the door. I go to walk out of our bedroom door, but Logan is blocking my way. His large form was standing in the doorway, and he quickly closed the door behind him to prevent me from going anywhere.

"Move, Logan." I sigh, tired. Confused and tired. I knew Logan was different, he fought and clearly had a past darker than the darkest of nights. But this, this was something else. A game, they called it. What is this, some teams get together and play Trouble! or Go Fish for a couple bucks? This is absolutely insane. A million dollars, that's not true either. Where he could get that money, no way it's even possible. And me, apparently that's fun to them. I'm apparently the prize, winner probably thinks they get the  "boyfriend" title. Don't they understand I have a say in this? This is just childish games.

I thought Logan was smarter then to participate in such juvenile things.

"Let me explain, it's not what you think." He starts, putting his hands up in defense.

I groan, "You don't get to explain! This is a little game you play with your friends. I'm sure girls love it, two guys playing to take them out on a date. Not me, sorry. I'm going home." I try to push past him, but he grabs both my wrists, securing them against his chest.

"First of all, this is your home. Second of all, I can explain it all." He sighs, clearly nervous.

"Not tonight. I can't do this tonight. You're being ridiculous." I try to push past him, but his grip only tightens.

"Stop fighting me and listen to me!" He screams, flipping us over so I'm against the wall. He pins my hands above my head.

"Fucking listen to me!" He yells again, digging my wrists into the door behind me.

I can't tell if it's the pressure of his hands, or the hard surface of the wall, or even the idea of it all, but it hurts.

I find myself feeling tears leaking down my face.

Logan scared me just then, he looked so angry. So mad. I didn't like to see him like that, and I didn't like to think of what he could do when he was in a mood like that.

He immediately let's go of my hands at the sight of my apparent tears. I see worry and concern overtake the anger that seems to leave his eyes. He takes a few uncertain steps away, looking down at his hands in guilt, then wiping away at his lips.

"Kat" He mumbles, pure guilt in his eyes  his head hangs lower, his curls falling lower into his face, almost to where they cover his eyes.

I stay where I am, my back firmly planted against the wooden material behind me. My hands dropped to my sides when he let them go, but I pick them up in at new wonderment.