The Girl with the Scars

Chapter 21

When I wake up the next morning, I feel a lot better considering that I didn't take my medication the previous evening and that Logan is probably still angry at me. I'm back! The voice sings nastily into my inner ear. Not for long, I think back and jump off the bed. But I've missed you. She whines. I've missed making fun of you. Has Portia at least made your life as miserable as it should be? I've been gone so long; can't I just play a little while? I'll ruin your morning and then you can kill yourself to get away from me! She cheers and I grab my pills swallowing them dry. No! Don't do this to me again! You'll regret it. The voice yells as she fades away.

I sigh loudly and stretch my body out. Thank goodness that's over. For now. The voice whispers with its last bit of strength.

I slowly make my way out of the room, wanting to get some coffee before I even consider facing Logan. The pot is already brewed when I get to the kitchen. Instinctively, I look around the room, expecting to see Portia or Logan ready to attack me, but no one is in the room. I quickly grab a mug, pour coffee, two sugars and some milk and stir, then make my way back to my room when I freeze in the living room.

There's Logan. Sitting on the couch. Deep in thought.

His head shoots in my direction as if he senses me. "Morning." He greets with a flat voice.

"Um... good morning." I return awkwardly. "Did you sleep well?" I ask. He shakes his head, then motions for me to join him on the couch. I slowly, tentatively, do as I'm told. When I get closer, I notice his appearance. He has deep blue bags under his eyes, he hasn't shaved in a few days and the stubble stands out prominently and strikes me as odd since I've only ever seen him clean-shaven, but I like the stubble better. He's in yesterday's clothes, a black t-shirt, slightly stained by my runny make-up from yesterday's break down, and black washed jeans.

"She kicked me out of the room again and then I couldn't sleep because I couldn't stop thinking about what we spoke about." He tells me. I put my mug on the coffee table.

"What did you two talk about that you couldn't sleep?" I ask before I can stop myself.

"No. I couldn't sleep because of what you and I spoke about." He mumbles then runs his hands through his hair and sighs. "I'm sorry I blew up at you. You didn't deserve it and I wasn't really angry at you. I was upset that you didn't trust me enough to tell me everything. I know we haven't known each other longer than a month, but I would like to think that we are close. But I am angry at your parents for what they have done to you." He growls the last part, but I sigh with relief that he's not angry at me. Then another thought crosses my mind that darkens my mood.

"Do you want out of the contract?" I ask, my voice betraying me, coming out a strangled whisper.

"What?" His gaze shoots to my face. "Goodness, no. Why would I want that?" His voice carrying shock. I close my eyes for a beat, let my heart flutter at the fact that he doesn't want to stop the wedding, then open my eyes again as I release a shaky breath.

"I-" I start but the blonde devil interrupts us.

"Well isn't this cosy?" Her sneering voice sounds behind us. I jump away from Logan and put as much distance between Portia and me.

"Portia." Logan warns.

"No, Logan. Don't 'Portia' me. I'm so done with her trying to get between us. If you don't do something about that thing, then I will." Portia sneers again before storming out of the apartment.

"Kali, I-" Logan says reaching out to me, but I hold my hand up to silence him.

"Its okay, Logan. I promise. I'm so used to it at this point. I don't care what she has to say about me anymore. I'm tired of her rude remarks and I just... I am done caring." I state before grabbing my coffee and going back to my room.