Pros and Cons

Chapter 7

I grab a washcloth from the cupboard and pour some warm water on it to wash my face. Logan sits on the bathroom rim and watches me as I clean myself. I noticed she scratched me by my eye and my mouth. I ring out the washcloth and start to wash off my hands. The pain sends me right to tears. I try to hid it from Logan so he wouldn't think I'm crying because of Dylan. I have a few small gashes on my hands. Lots of blood though.

"Are you okay?" Logan breaks the silence and asks me

"Yea I'm fine. Why?" I say, wiping away the tears.

"Just thought I'd ask. Didn't want you to think I don't care." He says.

"Why would I think that of you?" I ask.

"Because you think that of Dylan.." He pauses.

"Yes, I know he doesn't care." I say ask I turn around and look at him with my bolchy eyes and cheeks. "He slept with her, and he didn't have the balls to pull me off of her like you did."

"Yea but still." I can tell in his voice he feels bad for what happened. But I dont.

"Logan, It's okay, I'm not mad at you.." I walk over to him. We both pause and look into each others eyes. He opens his hands and legs and welcomes me. I throw my hands around his neck. He keep eye contact.

"You're so beautiful." He smiles.

"Even with these cuts?" I ask him while pointing at my face.

"Yes, it shows how strong you really are and how you can overcome anything and everything." He says. I keep on smiling. Then I realize, this is right. Dylan never took the time to tell me that I'm beautiful or anything, all he'd said was that I look sexy or that he wanted sex. But Logan. I know Logan better than that for only wanting sex.