Moonlight - Logicality AU

Ch. 11

***DISCLAIMER: Abuse (it's bad ;-;), no-no words (Mainly the f word and the f slur)
Logan's p.o.v.

 I was coming home from school one day a while ago. I was a senior, and getting through school so I could run off to college was my only plan. I couldn't wait to start my own life. To get away from everything that was happening to me. I get off the bus and thank my bus driver. I walk in the damp cool autumn air to my house. The walk from my bus stop wasn't too long. 

I looked in my driveway to see if there was anyone home. Fortunately for me, dad was at work. His car wasn't in the driveway and he wouldn't be home for another few hours. I went inside and immediately went to my room to change out of the school uniform and set my backpack down. 

Once I had done that, I walked back down the stairs and began cleaning the house. There were my dad's beer bottles everywhere and it reeked of cigarettes. I cleaned his ash tray and took all the bottles and cans out to the garage. I then vacuumed and sprayed some air freshener in the air. It didn't do much, though. It just added a hint of lavender to the smoke and alcohol. 

Once the house was spotless, I went back upstairs for a half-hour to do my homework. I was the valedictorian of my class, so academics always came easily to me and even the hardest assignment merely took me fifteen minutes at most. 

Once all my homework was done, I got up from my desk and walked outside to get Roman off of his bus, grabbing an umbrella on the way out. It had just began to rain, and I didn't want to get my clothes wet. I walked along the pavement, watching carefully for cars. I walked all the way to the end of our road and stood there waiting for his bus to come. 

The bus finally came down the road and stopped directly in front of me. The doors swung open and a few seconds later my little brother came running towards me with a smile on his face. He gave me the largest hug a six year old could give, and I couldn't help but laugh. 

"Logan Logan Logan! I had the best day at school today!" 

"Oh, really? Well you can tell me all about it on our way home. Does that sound alright?"  

"Yep!" He smiled. He let go of me as we began to walk home, but he still held my hand as he talked about show-and-tell and how the teacher said he was doing really well in music class. I listened carefully, making sure to add comments and questions that he was happy to answer. 

We finally made it home and I quietly opened the door. Roman stopped talking and we both crept inside. We laid our shoes neatly at the door and stood and listened for a second. The tv was off, and there was no sound coming from the kitchen; father wasn't home yet. 

Roman immediately kept going on about his day while we made our way upstairs. We walked into his small room and he jumped onto his bed. He rolled over and reached under the other side of his bed. He took out two barbie dolls. One was ginger with brown eyes, and the other had black hair and brown eyes. He handed one to me and I went along as he made up an entire story from his head. 

We played together for a good half an hour before we heard a car pull into the driveway. As soon as Roman heard the engine, he snatched the barbie doll from my hand and threw both of them back under his bed. We both sat in quiet silence as we heard the door open. Immediately, we were welcomed with screaming. 

"Who forgot to lock the fucking door?!" Father yelled from downstairs. Roman winced, and I took a deep breath. I stood up and began to walk out of the room. I didn't want Roman to have to see any more than he already has. 

Roman grabbed my arm, his eyes pleading for me to stay, but I gently removed it and walked out, silently shutting the door behind me. 

"I want an answer, dammit!" He said as I walked down the hall. I could hear the fridge door open. He just got home and he was already grabbing a beer. 

"I forgot to lock it. I apologize."  I said as I walked down the stairs. The stairs were visible to the kitchen, so my father turned around to face me. He opened his bear and gave me a disgusted look. 

"Tch. Fucking freak." 

I sighed and turned to go back up the stairs. He yelled at me again. 

"Did I say you could leave?" 

I froze for a second, took a deep yet shaky breath, and turned back around. My father sat down on the couch and grabbed the remote, turning on the tv to the sport's channel. He chugged his beer and reclined the couch. I just stood there while he watched tv, knowing I wasn't allowed to move. 

I watched the screen, trying to calm myself down and slow my breathing, but he turned around and decided to yell again. "I didn't say you could watch the tv, did I?" 

I immediately turned my head away, staring out the window. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him chuckle to himself and turned back to the television. He whispered under his breath, "Fucking fag." 

I continued to stand like a statue as I watch what was going on outside. It wasn't to eventful except for the swaying of the trees and the occasional dog walker. I know he was just having me stand here to be difficult, but just being in his presence sent shivers down my spine. 

I was so focused on keeping my composure and staring outside that I didn't notice little Roman come down the stairs. I saw him out of the corner of my eye, but before I could stop him, he was already making a terrible mistake. 

"Stop being so mean!" He said. I looked at him, terror filling my eyes. He was shaking, clearly nervous, as he should be. Fear is what keeps us safe in this house. But his bravery is overpowering him and now he's going to get hurt. 

My father stops what he's doing. He slowly turns around to face Roman. There's nothing but rage in his eyes. Roman takes a step back. 

"What the fuck did you just say to me?" 

"I-I said..." Roman started, his voice quivering. My father got up and starting walking towards us. I pushed Roman up the stairs and he ran as fast as he could. I stood where I was on the stairs, blocking my father's way. 

I thought about how brave Roman was to stand up for me even when I wasn't doing it for myself. Even though it was stupid and now we're in trouble, it really surprised me. However, now Roman needs me to be brave for him and stand up to our father. I may draw blood. I may break a bone. But for Roman I will be strong so he doesn't have to be. 

"Get the fuck out of my way!" My father said, going in for a punch. I duck and push him off the few steps he climbed. He falls backwards and crashes onto the floor. He lets out an inhuman roar as he stands up and charges toward me. 

I may be physically weak. As I feel blood trickle down from my nose, as my hand stings after a firm punch. As I fall to the ground, losing the rest of my strength. As I cry out in pain from blow after blow. As I inhale sharply as my skin burns from a cigarette. As he spits in my face, walking away and sitting back on the couch, like nothing had happened. 

As I lay there for a moment, barely able to move, I know that I've done the right thing. He's forgotten all about Roman. I've saved him. But now I need to think long term. As I slowly stand up and limp up the stairs, going straight to my room, I start devising a plan to get us both out of here. 

After all, I can't continue to protect Roman if I'm dead. 

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(I am a terrible human for writing this. But I forgot abt this and I figured I kinda need to finish it. Hope you...well, I'm sure you didn't enjoy it so Ima just say I hope you aren't crying. -Manzana)