Logan

80. I'm Ok

*Canyon's POV*

I'd fumbled with her clothing after getting her inside, knowing she needed to get dry, but Ophelia had it covered, she said.

My hands shook as I tried Aeron's phone for the fifteenth time, with no answer or indication the number ever existed. He didn't want to be found, and if he was going back it was for a good reason. It had to be, it just had to be.

Ophelia and I had traded worried glances when she told us he left, and when she handed me the rain soaked note, I felt enraged. But I kept on, grabbing her good hand.

"We're here for you, Nat." I whispered, kissing her cheek as she drifted back to sleep.

I messaged Frankie the news, and she immediately called me via video, her eyebrows practically touching in anger. "Are you freaking kidding me? He left?"

I nodded, "She said 'he's gone' and I can't get in touch with him, his number is bogus. It's as if he completely drifted off the map."

"What an asshole." Frankie sighed, "How did she even get there?"

"She walked." I heard a noise in the background and Micah came into view.

"Are you saying she walked? She shouldn't be exerting herself." Micah sighed, "We're coming over. I need to do a check."

Twenty minutes later, Micah had done a full check on her, not finding anything wrong, but he said she would need rest, and he'd given her something that he said would help calm her.

"Is her mom coming?" Frankie asked, checking Natalie's phone for texts or calls.

"It doesn't seem like it, there was a storm so she couldn't. What about Alex?"

Frankie shook her head, "Alex's car is totaled, along with AB's, that monster didn't want help to come in time, the only one I can think of..."

"What?" I asked, and noticed her and Micah trade glances. She shook her head, and Micah sighed. "Is anyone going to fill me in?"

"Logan." Frankie muttered.

I shook my head, "Oh, no. Someone else, anyone else. Come on." Frankie scrolled through her phone, and then landed on someone.

"Oh, Damien! But he's Logan's brother."

"If we asked him not to say anything, I'm sure he wouldn't." I sat down, pushing a bit of hair away from Natalie's face. "Well, as long as you say we can trust him. Sure. Let's see if he'll come over."

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*Ophelia's POV*

"It's just not right," I whispered, "How could he just leave? I mean, it had to be for the right reasons. People don't leave you just because." I looked up at Canyon's face and I noticed that he winced a bit, but I kept talking. "I just want her to be safe, but it seems like the rug has been pulled out from under her this time."

I managed to put the water on the stove, and turned the burner on. "Do you think they'll want to eat something when he gets here? I could make something."

Canyon placed his arms around me, "Why don't you go back to bed, doll, you've been up since this morning. I think we can handle it from here." He kissed my cheek and I reluctantly walked back to my room.

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*Damien's POV*

I had dropped the phone when I heard Natalie needed someone. Kellan was asleep next to me, he'd spent a good chunk of the night worried about her. Instead of waking him up, I immediately put my coat on and headed out. When I pulled into Canyon's driveway the three of them wandered out there and gave me details.

"Only thing is, chap, you can't tell Logan what happened."

"What an asshole! How do I not tell him? He's like...in love with her." I sighed, slapping my hand on my thigh when I sat down on Canyon's porch.

"How would you feel if the guy who replaced you just left? She doesn't need him to be angry, or us to be angry for that matter, she's going to feel that when she wakes up. She just needs a friend, and right now he's too busy to be a friend." Frankie gestured to all of us.

"I don't know..." I trailed off.

"Give it a couple weeks, see if he figures it out for himself."

I nodded, "Okay, but for now she just needs some sleep."

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*Natalie's POV*

A week had passed since Aeron left, and Jacob had tried to kill me. I was taking my medication like normal, knowing if I even skipped a day, the nightmares would come and I would be in trouble with myself. I cleaned, getting rid of a lot of books, records, clothes, I wanted something different. I tried to act like everything was normal when I went to work, but I kept seeing Whitney everywhere. All I wanted was some normalcy, like before everything happened.

I had tried to message Kellan a bunch of times after he'd gotten his new phone, but most of them were either unanswered or one word texts like, 'ok' and 'cool' and I felt everything caving in around me. Logan had texted me a few times, but I couldn't bring myself to text him back. Every time I thought about him, I was reflecting on all the trauma we'd endured together. How it brought us together every time, but yet, I always pulled away. I wanted to stop doing that, every time I thought about my time with Aeron and I wondered. What was it? Was it friendship, was it something more? Were we just... lovers?

Then I thought about Logan, about the way he'd stayed with me during the shooting, how he tried during the time I spent at Lakeside. But I'd pulled away again, and we suffered. I don't know if it was him, what if it was me?

It had to be me.

Every time I'd seen Whitney this week, she would talk about Logan. All I heard was her talking about him, and I felt a pang of jealousy. Why jealousy now, when it was too late for us?

Life finally caught up to me when I watched Logan come in on Saturday night after my shift, linking his arm around Whitney.

I had to catch my breath, I escaped into the back room, and I could feel the tears falling down my face. Why was I feeling this now?

I sniffled and rubbed them away. I managed to make it down the hall to our studio, and I caught my breath on the sofa. I heard the door open and Logan walked in with his guitar.

"Sorry, I didn't know you were in here." He made a motion like he was going to leave, but then he looked up. "Why are you crying? What's wrong?" He put his guitar to the side and sat next to me. "Seriously, tell me, what's going on?"

I shook my head, "Nothing, just... having one of those days."

He nodded, "I've been there a few times this week. I tried texting you, but I understand where your head space has been. Kind of hard to text back when you're feeling crappy."

I looked up at him, I could just fall back. If we were together I would have put my head on his shoulder, or leaned in and kissed him. But instead, I sniffled, nodded, and said, "I'm ok."