Logan

40. Thanksgiving

*Natalie's POV*

I tried to go back to sleep. I laid there wondering if he was okay, if he was going to pack his bags and run away again. I imagined him walking to his car and putting his hands on the wheel, and driving away. It was so vivid to me that I felt tears running down my face.

I knocked on Damien's guest room. If I couldn't bear to see him, maybe Damien would check on him for me. He opened the door to reveal suspenders, and a black tank. He rubbed his eyes, and sighed before talking.

"What's up?"

"Logan came back...I mean, he was in my room, he looked like he'd been attacked...but he tried to-" before I could say more, Damien's voice snapped at me.

"What do you want me to do about it?" His words were sharp, and they'd almost felt like a slap... it gave me a sick feeling, but I still mustered up enough strength to continue asking him...

"Can you go check on him? I told him to go home, I mean...I don't know if he'll be there." Damien sighed, pulling on his socks and a coat before running out the door. Ten minutes went by, and I felt like I was crawling out of my skin. Damien came back inside and walked to his room.

"He's fine. Don't ask me about him again, I mean it Natalie." He slammed his door and I was left there alone with my thoughts again. It had been almost an hour since Logan had been in my room, but I couldn't go back to sleep. All I could think about was Damien's rage, and Logan's vulnerable state. I debated waking Alex up, but he was going to work in a few hours and I didn't want to take away from his sleep.

It was about 4:00 am when Damien's door unlocked, and Kellan walked down the stairs. He stumbled through the dark until he noticed me sitting on the couch.

"Sweetheart, what are you doing awake?" I tried to answer, but I couldn't. My mouth opened, but nothing came out. His face was filled with concern, and he sat next to me. "Hey, talk to me."

It wasn't until he put his arms around me that I lost it, it was if the hold on all of my emotions came loose, breaking the dam, complete destruction. I fell into his embrace, tears collapsing down my face, a sob wracked from my body. He pulled me closer, and I finally let everything spill out. Kellan pulled me onto his lap, pushing my hair away from my face, and he kissed my forehead, "Shh, I've got you. I've got you, now."

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I woke up, and it was 2:30 in the afternoon. I couldn't believe I'd slept that long. When I looked around, I was back in my own bed in my room. I looked at my clock, and I saw a note on my nightstand.

'Food is on me, take care of yourself, get some rest,' It was twenty bucks and a scrawled signature, and from what I could make of it, these were Kellan's initials. When I came out of my room, the house was so empty.

When I was done showering, I couldn't bear to stay. I found the courage to sneak into Logan's house without being noticed by him, I could hear his music blaring from his room, and I peaked into Scarlet's room to see skin, arms, and Scarlet and Jordana together. Before they could see me, I closed the door. I couldn't breathe, everything was surrounding me, I needed to escape again.

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*Logan's POV*

Everything was telling me to run, to leave, but I swore I wouldn't do that again. When I left Natalie's house last night, everything was screaming at me to take no for an answer. To explain myself, to explain Victoria's lies, and how I always fell for her scheming, fell for her stupid feminine wiles, how could I possibly explain that again?