Pushing Boundaries

Logan Chpt. 10

What had I done. I mean what the fucking hell had I done. I had gotten my best friend and room mate’s little sister knocked up. I had ruined her life, no I was still ruining it. She wasn’t talking to me either, she was curled up in bed. After her mom had left the two of us Casey had crawled into her covers. When I had tried to talk to her she shoved me away. She had entwined her hand in mine but I was sitting on the ground next to the bed since she didn’t like me being so close.

“Logan?” Her voice cracked.

“Yeah? I’m right here.” I started to stand up.

“I don’t want to live with my dad.” She whispered. “I want to leave.”

That broke my heart because I didn’t want her to be unhappy and I knew how much she disliked her father...but she wasn’t an adult. If I took off with her that would be kidnap, and I was already on the line because like her mom so clearly stated earlier having had sex with a minor was a serious offense. “I know.” I murmured, “I know.”

“I’m so scared.”

“Your mom is going to calm down eventually. She loves you, she’s not going to hurt you. She wants what is best for you.” Casey turned and was looking down at me, “Yeah?”

“I don’t want you involved.” She whispered and I had to keep my jaw from dropping.

“Why?”

“You’ve got a shot at the NFL, you need to focus on that.” She nodded, “Not your room mates little sister and her baby.”

“There’s nothing I can do but wait for the draft.” I told her, “School finishes up in the spring. I want to be a part of the baby’s life.” She bit her lip, “I’ll pay child support and everything, just let me be a part.”

She was quiet, “Maybe you should pack.” I added and her slight grimace turned into a complete glare. Obviously that was a sore subject. I was such a shit head.

“I’m not living with him.”

“I’ll pack for you...just in case.” I walked into her closet and  found the duffle bag sitting right there. I pulled the shirts I had seen her wear in front of me. 

“Not that one, I don’t fit into that one.” She mumbled I turned to her

“You were wearing it, I remember.”

“Yeah well I’m all fat now and you can’t even see the baby bump so I just look like a fat ass.” I stared at her in shock but she rolled her eyes and grabbed at least four pairs of jeans. I didn’t know what shocked me more that she was packing, or that she had at least six more pairs. “I’m going to need another bag.” She walked over into her bathroom and came back with two bags, one was another duffle and the other was a big beach bag. I smirked as she went to her drawers.

“Can I live with you?” She asked softly.

“I live with your brother.” I hid a smirk, “I don’t think he’d approve.”

“I don’t care, please Logan.” She was begging. I couldn’t believe she was begging me to let her live with me.”

“I can’t.” I whispered, “Not until I get my own apartment. I can’t do that until I figure out who I am playing for. If I am playing for anyone.” She frowned, “But your fathers home isn’t too far away from my dorm.” I offered but it didn’t help. She stopped talking and then slowly stopped packing.

Her phone rang and she started talking to someone over the phone about everything that had just happened and how she wanted to die. “Ames.” She whispered before going back to explain how terrible everything had been. I packed the rest of her things and then sprawled out on her couch not knowing what else to do.