The Girl with the Scars

Chapter 15

I stay in my room for a whole week, only leaving to get food and go to my therapy sessions. I avoid Portia and Logan like the plague and refuse to clean up the mess that Portia made of my room.

"Come on, Kali. This is getting ridiculous." Logan says from the other side of the bedroom door, that I demanded a key for after I spent the first day wallowing in my loss. "It's just stuff, I said I would replace it." He knocks roughly on the door. I roll my eyes. He'll never understand.

"It's not just stuff, Logan. It's time and money that I spent looking for each little thing, the notes I made in those novels are everything to me and she destroyed them." I say back, not even bothering to get up off my bed as I run my hand over some of the loose pages of my new copy of The Great Gatsby that I got after Father tore up the first one.

"You wrote in your books?" His voice sounded shocked.

"That's why I had two copies of each novel. The first was for reading and the second I wrote my feelings and thoughts about certain paragraphs." I explain, even though he didn't deserve it.

This is all his fault.

"Just open up, Kali. I'll help you fix them. I know you're trying to. I saw that the superglue went missing two days ago." Logan says calmly.

I roll my eyes again. Why does he have to be so observant?

"No, Logan. I'm not opening that door." I state firmly and ignore everything else he says afterwards.

"Come on, babe. If she wants to hide, then let her." I hear Portia's sneering voice. I roll my eyes again.

"Stop it, Portia. You pushed it too far." Logan snaps. This, now, has my attention.

"I pushed it too far. Really? She's the one that lured you into her room!" Her shrill voice is starting to give me a headache.

"She did not. You kicked me out of the room, and I forgot that she was staying in the guest room, Portia." Thanks for the reminder that you forgot about me, Logan. I roll my eyes again and get off of the bed.

"Kali, are you coming to open up?" Logan's voice is slightly frantic, unsure of whether to be happy that I might open the door or to be scared of having another catfight on his hands if I do.

"No. Just getting a painkiller. Your devil of a girlfriend is giving me a headache. Leave me alone!" I yell the last part.

"Are you really going to let her talk to me like that?!" Portia's shrill voice becomes even more high-pitched with indignation. I smile to myself that I got a rise out of her. I take a painkiller with some water and make my way back to my bed.

"Portia, cut it out. You're treating her like a threat and that makes me doubt that you trust me." Logan snaps again. I roll my eyes. Now he gets it.

"I do trust you. I just don't trust the slut!" The disgust in the blonde devil's voice makes me stop in my tracks, halfway between the bathroom door and my bed.

"Stop calling her a slut. She hasn't done anything wrong." Logan retorts, defending me. My heart flutters in my chest, but I tell it to calm down because he's not defending me for me, he's doing it for the contract.

"She has ruined our relationship, Logan. How can't you see that she is the reason we're fighting all the time!" She yells.

"You're the one always picking fights, though. You're the one that starts being rude to her and she has done fuck-all to you. She's only here because she has to be here." Logan rages back at her.

"Can you two please take it somewhere else. I'm not in the mood to hear your relationship drama." I tell them with a bored voice, even though I kind of want to know what's going to happen next.