A Perfect Distraction

37. Anguish

I paid the driver before dashing into my apartment and slamming the door behind me. I could tell my eyes were red and puffed up from trying to not break down in the uber. I really tried to keep in but the tears won't stop flowing. I had no control over my emotions and I couldn't help but feel betrayed and heartbroken. How could Logan ever do this to me? I trusted him with everything, but all he did was to work behind my back the entire time. I sat on the couch and let out a loud sob as more tears began flowing down my cheeks. I brought my knees to my chest and cried my heart out. Betrayal, Fear, and every emotion breaking me apart as the seconds ticked.

I thought Logan had feelings for me but instead, he was just pretending just to get me to fall into my enemy's trap. This was why he was acting very secretive earlier today. He didn't want me to come with him as he knew I would find out about his true intentions with me. That he would soon hand me over to them. To those who killed my parents mercilessly and those who are searching for me now.

My thoughts went to the day we had our first kiss, the day sparks and fireworks engulfed me. A day that holds a special place in my heart. Sobbing hysterically, I rubbed my lips furiously trying to wipe away the memory and feeling of his lips on mine.

My head hurt thinking about how long he would've planned on not telling me about all of this. That everything that happened between the both of us was nothing but a part of some sick deal. The thought of getting caught and abused engulfed me making my body shiver uncontrollably. I clenched my hair tight till my scalp started to hurt. My throat hurts from crying too much. Why do I always have to end up like a mess?I took the glass jar filled with water from the nearby coffee table to quench my thirst. I tried not to spill the water as my hands were shaking vigorously from fear. Before I could take a gulp, I dropped it down as I heard someone knocking on the door. The glass shattered into pieces near my feet.

I stood there holding my breath when the knocking seemed to stop for a bit. I gulped slowly and blinked away the tears when I got silence from the other end. But my heartbeat skipped once again as I heard Logan's voice calling my name, softly. I hiccup as I try to control my loud sobs. Why is he here? Ohh, he doesn't know that I caught him talking to my kidnapper. He's here to continue with his act.

I wiped my tears roughly and slowly walked to the door once the knocking got replaced by banging. I assume he is losing his patience for making him wait. Will he leave me for good if I keep on making him wait there? In that way, I wouldn't even have to face him.

"Lia, why don't you open the door? I know you are in there." Logan said, raising his voice. I remained silent and wet my dry lips in nervousness.

"Lia, open the goddamn door before I break it. I know there is something wrong since you left all of a sudden but open the door so we can talk it out, love." I closed my eyes as I felt my heart clench at his endearment again. How long is he planning to continue this stupid act?

"There is nothing to talk about, Logan," I say in a gravely serious tone, trying my hardest to conceal the wavering of my voice.

"Lia, please. You're worrying me more and more now. Open the door." I clench my eyes shut as I debate on whether to open and allow him to play me again or to just leave him hanging like that. But knowing Logan I know he wouldn't budge from his place without getting what he wants.

I closed my eyes as I took the decision, my trembling hands clutched the doorknob. One way or the other I will have to confront him, so let it be now itself. Let's just get this over with. I somehow gathered the strength and opened the door to see Logan standing before me with a furious face. My heart shrunk a little seeing his tense expression, but soon it whelmed with hatred again as the realization hit me. For a second I felt scared seeing the anger in him. My mind warned me to not make the mistake again so I tried slamming the door in his face, but he easily prevented it by stepping his foot in the middle. He forcefully opened the door before entering in.