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Logan's dinner

T.W. Anorexia, bullying, abandonment, cancer, it think that's all? Please comment if there's anything I missed!

3rd person POV:
He'd just left Roman and Remus' house and was sat in his car, keys in the ignition. He took a deep breath and tried to calm his nerves.

"It's fine! It'll be fine. Just... um-" he racked his brain for the phrase, "fake it 'til you make it."

When he pulled up to the shack of a home- no not a home, a house. It was not his home and he refused to call it such. It never had been, and never would be.

He removed his piercings and pulled out a little bottle of concealer to cover up the small tattoo (yes he has a tattoo) behind his ear (it's a brain with glasses).

He crawled in the back seat and grabbed his change of clothes. It was a pass-ably "straight" looking outfit; a plain black golf T and some baggy ripped jeans. He ruffled his gelled hair slightly to complete "the look" and groaned at his reflection. He missed his tie. But alas, he had to put on said persona to keep his homophobic father at bay. He longed for the day he could move out and wouldn't be forced into this fabrication by people despised. Not too long now.

He climbed upfront and collected his things, neatly tucking his everyday clothes in the front compartment.

He took one more unhelpful deep breath before figuratively swallowing his, quite logical, fears and made his way to the door.

He rang the doorbell and a scraggly looking man answered it, leaning against the door frame. Logan noticed a pot on the stove boiling over in the background. When the man realized who he was, he made an unimpressed sneer and refused to look him in the eyes.

"Oh. You." He said, disgusted, "where were you?" Logan could smell smoke and alcohol on his father's breath and he stiffened at the sight of him.

"Science project." He answered plainly.
"May I come in?" He asked, trying to sound polite as to not aggravate him.

"Meh, sure whatever." The unshaven man mumbled as he held the door wider for his least favourite son.

Logan made his way into the kitchen and turned down the burner with the overflowing pot before retrieving the utensils from a drawer.

"Shit!" His father ran to the pot but Logan had already fixed it so instead he just stared daggers at the back of Logan's head. Logan could almost feel it but didn't let it show, and kept his attention glued on the task at hand.

The tarnished wooden table they had in the dining room was set and Logan had already started to plate his food when the door burst open to reveal his older brothers. They both held empty beer cans as they staggered in, talking way too loud.

His father dropped what he was doing to greet them happily, acting nothing like how he acted towards Logan. Logan set down his plate and continued his father's abandoned task. Logan was both annoyed by the loud entrance and jealous of how happy his father was to see them and not him.

They were the real ones. His father had had them with his ex who he still sometimes hooked up with. Logan, on the other hand, had with Logan's mother who had passed when he was nine. She was extremely intelligent and quite snarky at times. And she was striking with her bright, almost glowing blue eyes. Logan had them as well. He was hard to look at because of it. It hurt too much.

They were madly in love and it crushed Logan's father when she died. Logan's parents were scientists and worked together. That's how they met. They built a home, got married and had a kid. But when they got the call, he cut himself off from everyone and abandoned his wife to take care of herself and her son virtually alone, while going through chemo. Then one night she broke down crying outside his door and he finally opened it. They cried there on the floor together while Logan quietly sobbed to himself from around the corner, clinging desperately to every word.

She died that night in his arms. Logan could vividly remember her being wheeled out, a white sheet over her head and a shadow of the two of them outside the door.

That's when he decided. No more emotions. They'd ruined his life and he wouldn't let it happen again.

On the other hand, to his brothers, his mom's death was a saviour. They'd finally gotten their dad back from this random chick and a stupid toddler. He shouldn't have even been born. Ever since that witch died, their lives had taken a turn for the better. They knew about their parents hooking up and they'd gotten their dad back. They were so close to having a family again; they could almost taste it. But that little brat was in the way. And finally, he was graduating this year and then they could cut him off completely. Although, they'd miss having a living punching bag, especially Carter (the oldest).

Logan flinched as Carter came up behind him and jostled Logan around, hands clamped on his shoulders as he towered over him.
To a different 'family', this could be seen as affectionate, but that gleam in his eyes; it was the same glint he saw before... before...
It was terrifying and he knew it.

He then dunked his finger in Logan's mashed potatoes and ate it before wiping his spit and the leftover residue on his half brother's shirt who is a known germaphobe. He just smirked and strutted off to sit beside his real brother who laughed at what he'd done and patted him on the back.

Logan got them their plates and brought their food over. He knew the drill by now. Luckily they didn't fuss about what he'd brought them, mostly because their hunger was superior to their want to mess with him.

His food was cold by now for being separated from the leftover warmth of the pot for so long. He took his seat and stared momentarily at the gash in his potatoes his brother had left. He had two pork chops and a small pile of corn along with half a scoop of mashed potatoes. He was so focused on calculating calories, he didn't notice that his father had addressed him until a fist came down on the table.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you!" Logan's head shot up and a hint of fear flashed across his face but swiftly resumed his 'natural' face.

"My apologies. Could you repeat that?"
His father scoffed and his brothers shared their annoying signature smirk.

"I said: what are you doing for this science project?" Luckily, the project was real, he was just completing it alone.

"Well, we're still brainstorming, that's why I went to their house."

"Who's house?" Shit.

He racked his brain for someone in his science class which sadly he had no friends in. But then it clicked. Patton. Virgil's friend. Yes, he remembered him being the bubbly one who he'd always see doodles all through his work. Now there was a name to go with the face.

"Patton. I've only just met him this year. He's quite nice."

There was a pause as his father stared at him suspiciously, looking for any hint of deceit (🐍) in his face but it didn't falter. He'd had more than enough practice with concealing emotions.
"Hmph. If you need to work on it after school, do it here."
"Wh-"
"'Cause I said SO!" Another slam to the table. This time Logan flinched at the clatter of utensils. They made eye contact and his father's eyes looked pained before they broke away. Every time it happened, Logan silently pleaded he'd do something, anything. But every time, he'd turn away.

"Go to your room. I don't want to look at you anymore." Logan sighed and dumped his dishes in the sink. He wasn't going to have anymore anyway.

He looked back as he turned the knob to see Trent stick out his tongue and Carter trace a finger along his throat as his father held his hand in his head. Logan gulped and entered his room.

He collapsed on his bed and lay there for a minute before reaching for his journal. He scribbled down the calories and chucked it back on his desk. He got out his phone and texted Roman about when Patton was auditioning so he could ask about the science project.

"What the fuck have I gotten myself into."

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