Too Bad For Her Own Good

Chapter 35

"Mom?" Logan's voice held a realization in it's very core, his confusion and his pure surprise are dripping in the simply syllable.

I however, stand there dumbfounded. It must have been why I found her to be so beautiful:

she reminded me of him.

"Logan." She says, boldly and with no fear, or at least without showing any fear. Where Logan was questioning, she was outright.

"Kat, come on. We can catch the next  flight." Logan mumbles, his eyes falling from his mothers, green like his own.

I nod, standing up and awkwardly grabbing my bad. Carrie doesn't get up at all, too busy staring at her son with an impressive emotionless facade. I would never be able to hide my emotions that well if I tried. It is no wonder that Logan is so good at it. Logan is running his hands through his hair like he can't get out of there fast enough.

He grabs my bag immidiatly from my hands and swings it over his shoulder. He sends his mother one more look, a look that I have yet to understand.

"Pleasure to meet you" I mumble almost sarcastically as I brush by her on my way to the aisle, surprising both myself and Logan.

Carrie, Logan's mom rather, doesn't say anything, just gives me a look saying she might nod, but doesn't. I keep trying to search for shame on her face but I cannot find any, and it's confusing and alarming that there is no trace of anything. The woman was bubbly and cheery a mere 3 minutes ago.

Logan grabs my hand with his other one, and his grip is almost painful. He starts stalking forward, briskly and with purpose. As we near the doors, an attendant asks if everything was okay.

"We were just leaving, we can catch the next flight!" I say cheerily, Logan wordlessly lost in that head of his.

"Okay. Miss? Is everything okay? Here on Southwest Airlines we want the experience to be-" Her voice rings through my eardrums.

"Yes, everything was fine." I try to shove her nagging away and feel Logan pulling me out towards the waiting area.

Once we are safely off of the plane, he collapses onto a chair, letting go of my hand. Our bags fall to the ground in sickening defeat, and he has has his palms on his forehead, his head in his hands.

His breathing is heaven then usual, and his jaw is tensed completely. He does that when he's frusterated, or in moments like these when he feels completely out of his element.

I was expecting him to scream. I knew he held his mother in a strange position. He respected her, but she had betrayed him in a way almost unforgivable.

"How is she?" He croaked out, his hands muffling his words.

"W-what?"

"You, you were talking to her. How is she doing?" He asks more firmly, almost as if it's a dying wish of a question.

I nod and aid down next to him. "She's good. I think she's flying out just for a mini-vacation."

He nods quickly and the unusual cloud in his eyes is a clear sign of tears. I'm so caught off guard I might have audibly gasped. Logan was near tears.

"I told her about you.." I mumble, my fingers searching for his hand in some kind of desperate attempt for comfort.

"What did you tell her?" He asks, his face still void beside the ever growing water in his eyes.

"Just that I met a boy who was smart and funny and beautiful all in one. She told me I was lucky. And I told her we were getting married. And she said it was really special that you were ready to settle down with one girl. I think she really respected that." My head dips into a small nod of reassurance.