When he sees me (logicality)

13.Dress

Logan's (pov)

It's been two hours, three minutes, 2042 seconds since I received the messages. In that time I have showered, changed clothing and looked up all possible locations for Patton to be. I've narrowed it down to one final place. Baker Street apartment building. Apartment 221b. I wish I was joking. He sure likes to play his sick games. I walk over to my bedroom door and unlock it, my hand hovering over the handle. "Breathe Logan." I tell myself  before finally opening the door and walking out for the first time in a long while.

I walk downstairs to see Virgil sprawled on our couch his head in Romans lap whose eyes are fixated on the news. Father in the kitchen furiously baking with the help of our parent. "Salutations." They immediately all turn to me and ask sudden questions about where I've been and why I suddenly ghosted them all. But it all ends in a group hug with a few tears from father so all in all good first entry. "Are you hungry? I baked cookies?" Father asks "You baked eight batches." Joan chimes in. I roll my eyes as the two start to bicker. I grab myself some cookies and sit down next to Roman and Virgil debating whether or not I should tell them about all I know. I decide against it not wanting to worry them further. We talk of nothing in particular avoiding the subject of Patton instead going for my lighthearted topics such as Disney.

The time seems to fly over when not pacing your room nervously as I realise it's getting late. "Apologies. But I must retire for the night."  Virgil and Roman both say there goodbyes as make my way back upstairs. I slump down to the floor as I shut my door behind me. What to do about Patton? Call the police? No they'd say I was a 'silly teenager who's over worried'. Give him what he wants? Absolutely not. However, I could always trick him into thinking he got what he wanted. A smirk appears on my face as I set my plan in motion.

I let out a content sigh as I look over my things.   A suitcase filled with fake money I printed however, the top layer is real money as to convince Damian it's real, a dagger that'll I'll be able to hide in my shoe and a fully charged phone with the police on hand. I can't believe I'm about to do this. But it's for Patton and I'd happily die for him. I close the suitcase and place the dagger in a makeshift strap I made in my shoe. "Ready." I look out my window to see the sun setting, I smile a little knowing that Patton would soon be in my arms once again and I will never let him go again. I sneak outside my bedroom and downstairs to see Roman and Virgil curled up asleep on the couch. I'm glad my brothers found someone. Now it's time to get my someone back.

I walk down Baker Street and come face to face with the dreaded apartment complex. I take one last deep breathe before finally walking in. "Hello how may I help you?" The lady at the front desk asks "I'm looking for Damien do happen to know if he's currently in the building?" I ask looking to the women with slight hope. "I'm afraid not." And there goes my hope "There's no Damien registered here." I think for a second pulling out my phone re-reading the clues until 'To Logan, love Deceit xoxo.' Slimy bastard "I'm sorry I meant to say Deceit. Is he here?" I ask once again hopeful. "Oh! Yes him. Are you a friend of his?" I bite back the urge to laugh "You could say that. My names Logan." I say trying to hide my impatience. But suddenly her eyes lit up "Oh! So your Logan!" She exclaims. I nod slightly confused. "He said to give you this." That's when she holds out A BLUE DRESS! Patton's dress. I quickly take it from her. "Thank you." I mumble before diving into the elevator. I hold the dress close to my chest as the elevator starts going up. I'm coming Patton.