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The hangover has finally gone away and Logan is sitting on the end of my bed with his legs crossed waiting expectantly.

                                                                           I let out a sigh after five minutes of silence and him intently staring at me.

                                                              "What?" I ask.

          "WHY DID YOU DRINK?!" he yells.

                                                                             I only laugh at his impatience before answering in a whisper, "I may or may not have almost got raped."

                                                 "WHAT?! What's his name? How old was he? How did he look? Is that why your face is bruised? Did he slap you? OH MY GOD!! Did he-"

                                                                     "Hey, Logan, calm down. I'm okay. I drunk because I wanted to forget, but it obviously didn't work. The main point is that I'm alright." I stated calmly while holding Logan's face.

                           He sighed and said, "What happened?"

                          "Don't worry. Jordan pulled him off of me before he could do anything to me."

                  He sighed once more, but this time his body relaxed and he hugged me.

"I'm sorry I wasn't there to protect you. Its my fault; if I was with you, none if this would have happened."

                                                 I held him tighter than intended before replying, "It's not your fault. You did nothing wrong. You can't be there to protect me all the time. Just knowing you care is enough for me."

                                                                           We sat in silence for a while before Logan said, "I love you, Mya Wya."

                                                         I smiled against his chest before saying, "I love you too, Wyatt."

                            "Ugh, don't say my middle name." He commented.

                                                "Why Wyatt?" I asked with an innocent voice and puppy dog eyes.

                      I was soon rewarded with a hit in the face with a pillow.