Logan's Flower

Chapter 25

I sit at the table and dig into my waffles happily.

"Mm, this is heaven," I moan after the first bite, then take the second and offer third to Logan, who looks at me skeptically. I extend my fork further into his direction as I chew and Logan takes the bite from me, closing his eyes.

"Can't you ask the recipe from him and make them every morning?" Logan asks pleadingly.

"How did you got them in the first place?" I ask, eating another bite and giving one to Logan.

"I asked very nicely, and he brought them over for me."

"This morning?"

"I asked very, very nicely," Logan smirks at me. "By the way. How did you do it?"

"How did I do what?" I ask, frowning.

"My playlist."

A snort escapes and I quickly cover my mouth, chuckling.

"When I got up at night to pee, I took your phone and added my songs to your playlist," I confess.

"You remembered my password?" Logan looks intrigued, but not angry.

"Dude, I did have a phone with buttons growing up and I had the same password for a long time, although it did make more sense for me to use my name, than for you to do it." I smile at Logan mischievously.

Logan chuckles shaking his head and stands taking the empty plate. "You're clever, baby. Go get dressed. I'll clean up."

I make my way quickly to my room and change into leggings and a white cotton baby-doll dress I bought recently.

I meet Logan at the front door and put on my flats. Just as Logan is about to open the door for me, I remember my bracelet.

"I forgot my bracelet. I'll meet you at the car." I pivot around and quickly walk to the kitchen. The moment I step my foot in the kitchen, I hear a loud bang and a thud at the front door.

I freeze in the doorway as I look over my shoulder. Maybe I'm just paranoid, but I have a terrible feeling about this. I take a step back and as quietly as I can make my way to the living room, already hearing muffled voices outside even before I peek around the corner of the window. My heart stops and a huge lump forms in my throat as I see Rickey standing on Logan's front lawn with a pistol raised in his hand. I take a step back from the window and try to think things through. I need to call Jack.

I take out my phone and find Jack's phone number dialing it, as I sneak to Logan's supply closet under the stairs. I know he keeps there his spare key. Jack doesn't pick up and taking the key I run up the stairs, quickly dialing 911. I rattle Logan's address and say that there is a man with a gun on my front lawn and disconnect not listening to the man on the other end. Begging to God, that Logan is fine. I quickly unlock the safe in Logan's closet and look at its content. Pistol or shotgun? Shit! Pistol should be safer, but I have trained with shotgun more.

Yeah, Logan wasn't lying to my dad about his gun.

I take the gun and as quickly and quietly as I can I run back downstairs. Going through the back doors, I press dial again on my phone and make sure the gun is loaded. Thank you, Dante, for that lesson in life.

"Jack Jackson." Jack finally picks up.

"Rickey is at Logan's house. He has a gun and I think he shot Logan, but I have a gun too. Can I shoot him?" Pours out of my mouth before I can think anything else to say.

"Daisy, calm down. I'm on my way. You can shoot him, but try not to, sweetheart. Did you call 911? What kind of gun does he have? And what kind of gun do you have?" he adds as an afterthought.