[ON HOLD] We're Not Meant To Be Together (Logan Paul)

Chapter 22

>few months later.

Alexandra's pov.

"what? but, I dont want-"
"wheter you liked it or not, you have to. maverick house is crowded with the reporters and media. please. just for a few weeks."
"but, mike-"
"he's on his way." mike hung up on me.

fuck. why? I dont wanna meet him again. just enough with what he did before. im done. I want this to end.

later, my phone rings and seeing the caller ID already make me question my decision. but, anyways I picked it up.

"hey." his voice comes up from the other line. "are you home?"
"hey. yeah."
"I'll be there soon."
"okay cool." I hung up

I feel sad with the conversation just now. it sounded so cold. how I miss the good old days.

-

the door bell rings and I answer it quickly. opening the door, greeted with a small smile from him. the person I used to love.

"hi. alexa." logan grins and hugs me. "I missed you." he whispers.
"don't get too excited. youre here because you need to hide from the media." I let myself out from his hold.

"so you don't miss me?" he pleaded. I do, logan. I missed you so bad.
"just get in." I gestured him to walk into the house. "how long youre going to be here?"
"until the media went down, probably 3 days." he looks around my apartment. "how have you been?"

"great." miserable actually. I feel fatigue everytime I thought about you.
"are you still on painkiller?" he turns to me, holding a small bottle of painkiller in his hands. "you know its bad for you."

and there it goes. it triggers. everything start to spin around me. I feel suffocated. this is so sudden. I thought this only happens-

"alexa? are you okay?" logan walked closer to me. "sweetheart?"
"dont." I take a step back. "give me the painkiller." I reach out my hand.
"no. you didn't need this. just tell me what's going on."
"I NEED IT! GIVE IT TO ME!" I shouts, falling onto the floor. my breath become shorter as if im about to black out.

'leave me,' logan's voice from the past plays on my mind all of a sudden.

"no!" I feel like im losing my mind. "make it stop! please!" I might faint. thats it.

out of nowhere, logan got hold of me. securing me in his muscular arms. everything start to slow down but its not the end.

"logan, stop! I need the painkiller." I struggling to get myself out.
"no you dont!" he hug me firmer.
"log-" what?

everything ends. all the pain has gone. I feel at ease. what's this? I thought I need the the painkiller to calm me down. maybe it was- no! thats not it. He's the cause this happened.  no way he was the cure for it.

"alexa?" he checked up on me.  " are you fine now?" he pulled away, hands still on my shoulders.
"y-yeah." I looked away. "kind of." I fiddle with my fingers.
"whats was that just now? are you sick? wanna do a quick run to the clinic?" logan shot me with questions.
"I dont know." I lied. I clearly know whats going on. or so I thought.