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Logan Draper

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"Logan, can you please put down your phone and pass me the ham and cheese?" I look up from my phone and them to her so she can make a sandwich. I went back to strolling through my phone. Ace and I haven't spoken since our last game. I can't tell if he's upset that I came at him or if it's the game in general because his head was so far up his ass but I honestly don't care enough to ask. He usually invites me over to his place for Thanksgiving dinner around this time because my mom doesn't cook often and she never cooks on Thanksgiving. I think this year will be the first time in awhile that I'm going to spend Thanksgiving break alone.

"Logan, I'm talking to you." I look up from my phone slowly and reply, "What, mom?" She looks concerned, "You've been quiet lately," I pull on a few of my curls, "Is that unusual?" She puts her wine glass down, "Baby, talk to me. Does this have something to do with- ," 

That's when the front door swung open and Derek walked in. He had a beer bottle in his left hand and the house keys in his right. He stumbled into the kitchen disoriented by the bright lights. "Turn the fucking lights off neither of you pay bills." I roll my eyes, "By the looks of it you sure as hell don't either." He stops to balance himself and locks his eyes on me, "Watch what the fuck you say to me little boy. I'll kill you!"

I stood up and walked over to him saying, "I fucking dare you." Mom sounded worried,"Logan go to your room or you're going to get hurt." Derek moved closer to me and swung his left arm in an attempt to hit me with the beer bottle but missed. Mom shrieked, "Derek, leave my son alone!" I turned around and looked at mom, "I'll be fine, just go to the room I'll take care of him." Before I knew it, he held me in an armlock and started to tighten his grip around my neck. As I fought for air I began digging my fingernails into his large hairy white arms. "Fuck off!" He screamed, throwing me onto the kitchen floor.

I laid there, still on the floor gasping for air. I had barely enough strength to grab my inhaler. As I pumped it a few times catching my breath, I looked up at him, "What did I ever do to you to make you hate me so much?" He looked at me with a clenched jaw and said, "Look at you boy, you're so clueless, aren't you?" I got off the ground and said, "I don't understand." Derek started to chuckle and walked over to the fridge and helped himself to another beer. "Sit your black ass down boy." I didn't argue and sat down.

"3 years after R-Rhonda and I got together, I knew that this was the woman that I wanted to spend the rest of my days with. I had just come from work and I was ready to get down on one knee and ask her to marry me. I went to the bedroom to p-pop the question to her but Rhonda said that she had something to tell me. She pulled out a pregnancy test and told me that we were expecting. I was filled with joy and excitement, I knew that it was the perfect time to ask her for her hand in marriage. I went down on one knee and asked her if she would marry me and she said yes. Fast forward, 9 months later we're in the d-delivery room and Rhonda gives birth to this light skinned black boy named Logan Draper." The anger began to bubble inside me again, "I'm done listening to your story," I said getting up. "I didn't even get to the good part" he chuckles taking another big gulp, "I don't want you to get to the good part, you're obviously drunk and out of your mind." I grabbed my phone and walked to my room. My notification sound started to go off one after another. I opened my phone and found some messages from an unknown person.

Unknown person: I can't stop thinking about are little rondevu

Unknown person: 45 Pleasant Ave, Greendale

Me: Is this Ms.Gracia?

Garcia: Yes, but you can call me Elana

Me: How the hell did u get my #

Garcia: Don't worry about it, just get your ass to my place

Instead of replying back I grabbed my towel and made my way to the shower. I hopped into the tub and took a nice and steamy shower. That's when my mom shouted from her bed room "Logan go get the door." I slipped on my sweats and made my way to the door. I opened the door only to find Ms. Garcia on the other side. "Look you're not supposed to be." I said trying to close the door on her. Ms.Garcia jammed her foot onto the side of the door stopping the door from completely shutting. "Don't get me wrong I see you standing there and you look good, but this can't happen again." I said slamming the door in her face.

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