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47.5 | the queen's revenge

warning: scenes of violence

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♥ louisa ♥

"OH, SCREW YOURSELF, Logan."

I immediately regretted going so close to him when I felt a hard blow to my cheek. My head snapped to the side, a sharp sting pulsating on my cheek. I didn't know if it was the adrenaline or the fact that I was completely and utterly done but I felt nothing. Deliriously, I jeered at him with laughter.

"Of course, that's your response. I should have seen that coming," My two palms connected as I slowly applauded him, turning a blind eye to the biting twinge on the side of my face. When I stopped, not a sound passed through the heavy air between us. "But what you haven't got through your thick skull is the fact your words mean nothing to me anymore."

"We'll see about that. My fists seem to think differently, Louisa," He shoved me to the floor, body shaking as he completely lost control.

My body physically hurts but it was if my brain had turned off all the sensors it had for pain.

"I hate you. Goddamnit. Everyone does. Who would give a damn about somebody like you? People don't even know what you've done and dislike you. Imagine what they'll say when they do find out."

Not a word he was saying mattered anymore. It just didn't.

Finding his attempts so pointless, I collapsed into a burst of crazy laughter again which irritated him more. "Stop fucking laughing! This isn't funny. Unless it's a stupid attempt of yours to prevent yourself from bawling your eyes out because then it's hilarious."

When he hit me again, another howl of chuckles escaped me. I crumpled to the floor. "You're parents wishing they aborted you is only the start! You've got nothing, you bitch."

All his words could only affect me if I cared. I no longer did.

A loud shriek left me when I felt a hand grab a fistful of my hand and yanked me up from the floor using it. Logan snarled at me as my eyes full of loathing battled with his. "Your damn loverboy seems to have boosted your ego too much. Maybe it's time to pay him a visit in the hospital. This time he won't step foot out."

My fists clenched as the low drumming of pain from my body began to strengthen. "The only reason why you dislike him is that you're bloody insecure of your masculinity."

"I am not insecure!" He bellowed, smacking me with the back of his hand. Due to the intensity of the gesture, I felt the rings on his finger imprint on my face.

Hissing out, I snapped my head towards him, my coffee eyes burning him. "Hit me if you want but that won't change anything. The truth is that you leech off me and would be forgettable without me!"

An image of an unconscious Gabe lying in the hospital room on the hinge of life and death appeared in my mind; blood oozing through the white bandages that covered his stitches and numerous machines hooked onto him. I climbed off the ground.

I had to do this. If not for myself, then for him.

"Don't make me angrier, Louisa or you'll regret it. You know I hate being treated disrespectfully."

"Your threats don't scare me anymore," I sneered, forcefully pushing him backwards. My hair, that had crumbs of dirt from being thrown about - slipped through his fingers as his grasp slackened. A glimpse of surprise passed on his face but was immediately overcome with anger. "I pity you for the creature you are, Logan. I pity you."