𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆

;logan

Emma Chamberlain

Grayson had come to apologise for Ethan.

He said he knew his brother very well and that he would probably be in a shitty mood and definitely wouldn't come to thank me, even though he should as I had practically kept him in school.

It made me smirk, obviously he didn't know that his twin was an aisle away from him.

Grayson had spoken for an hour and thinking back to the conversation I wasn't quite sure what any of it was about.

When he finished and left; Ethan had gone. Probably snuck out the front door when I was deep in chat.

Now it was the next day and I had just heard the door shut. Olivia had gotten a ride with her Samuel and Amanda was going with her because apparently I was too lazy and she had a test to revise for which meant no breakfast time.

"I'm going, you slowpoke" Amanda shouts up the stairs and I growl into my pillow.

If she had just waited ten more minutes I wouldn't have to been alone.

"Sucks to be you, MORE CEREAL FOR ME" I say saltily but the front door slams against the frame jingling my keys and I know she didn't hear me.

I reluctantly climb out my bed knowing I couldn't leave the door unlocked but when I reach the hallway the door is hung open.

I knew Amanda had shut it, I'd heard it.

When Olivia dated Logan he used to come round all the time, he slept over and we were all pretty accepting of him because Olivia was so head-over-heels in love with him.

It's weird because nowadays so many people think that toxic behaviour is how someone shows their love. And Logan showed these signs VERY early on.

He started off showing simple signs like they couldn't do something that he didn't want to do, and then Olivia couldn't spend time with us without him and then she couldn't even spend time with us WITH him.

Then he started to tell her not to wear certain things and who to and not to speak to. It got to the point where he used to bring her straight in from school and lock her in her room, and somehow she saw this as him wanting to serve her food and drink like a good boyfriend.

Every day from school for so many weeks I wouldn't see my best friend and instead I'd see her boy friend, who I had started to despise, making her a fruit tea in her favourite mug in our kitchen.

Maybe I was just overly worrying, maybe she didn't close the door because she knew I'd be leaving soon.

I'm gripping my phone in one hand and I notice it's shaking and J mentally roll your eyes.

Stop being pathetic and get on with eating breakfast, I say to myself heading towards the kitchen where I knew my favourite bagels would be waiting patiently in the cupboard.

I stop myself in my stride and start to shake, now through my full body. I swear I can hear my teeth chatter as they clash when my jaw trembles.

Olivia's favourite cup is placed intentionally on the edge of the kitchen worktop, a strong scent of fruit tea whirling through the air.

I begin to struggle breathing. He could be here.

I sprint upstairs into my room, climbing into my wardrobe and shakily pressing upon Emre's contact on my phone.

He doesn't pick up.

"Fuck" I curse knowing I was about to pass out and loose consciousness due to such a strong memory and therefore panic attack.