Logan... I whispered, feeling him behind me. I was trapped; one side of my face pressed against the door. I couldn’t move and wasn’t sure I wanted to. Logan’s well-built body was pressed against mine. I tried to turn away, but he pressed me harder against the door. His breath caressed the back of my neck, sending tingling sensations through my body. “Logan, let me go.” "Why?" he spoke directly into my ear. I swallowed. -You're hurting me- I lied. -That's not true.- he answered, rubbing my earlobe with his warm lips. Logan... Yes? It sounded funny. Let me go.- Surprisingly, I felt him step back, freeing me. I turned around, confused, and found him staring at me. Those gray eyes could drive anyone crazy. Instantly, I blushed slightly. What? You're so easy to read, Anaís. - He smiled at me and walked over to my bed to sit on it. -What are you doing? You can't be here- I crossed my arms over my chest. "I'm bored," he sighed and fell onto my bed. -Hey! Get off my bed.
I knew they were going to say no, so I opted for another form of pressure. "If I involve the police, they'll surely get a warrant to question him if I tell them he knows something, right?" Both doctors remained silent. “But I don’t want to involve the police because I know he might not want to talk to them or reveal anything to them, and maybe he doesn’t want to tell me. Please, doctors, put yourselves in my place.” "We'll discuss it and let you know the answer at your next appointment," Dr. Altman explained. With a little hope, I walked out of there. Maybe I was crazy to try this, but I had nothing to lose. Something told me that Mason knew something. Back in my room, I crawled under my covers to sleep. I looked at my hands, wishing my parents were here. From the moment I knew they were gone, I felt so miserably alone. My parents made me feel safe, and that was a feeling I missed so much. Even though I was already 18, I felt too young to survive without them, but I knew I ha
Flashback…….. It was Monday? Or Tuesday? The truth didn't matter; the days lost meaning in this place. They were all so alike, so repetitive. Elise and I used to hate Mondays because we had to go to school. I remembered the tantrums she used to throw to avoid going to school or how she would sometimes pretend to be sick. A sad smile came over my lips as I remembered her. My gaze was focused on the window beside us. The group therapy was going on as usual; there were only six of us women, recounting our progress, being encouraged and pressured to share what we felt. The room felt big for just us and the psychologist. The psychiatric building looked old but well-maintained. I settled into the small wooden chair, watching the cold fog up the windows. The weather in this part of Canada was always so depressing, so gray; maybe this wasn't the best location for a mental institution. Anna—the psychologist—got my attention. “Is there something you want to share today?” My eye
His question took me by surprise. "Good." "Your medication?" "Everything's fine," I answered, confused. Anyone would say that you cared about me. Logan looked down and then turned his face toward me, looking me straight in the eyes. "Maybe I do." I stopped breathing, not knowing what to say. He continued, “Have you gotten better at expressing what you feel?” "I think so." "Okay." He ran his hand through his hair, his eyes moving away from me and back to the window. "Ignoring the pain, pretending it's not there will only hurt you more." The mention of that word made my chest tighten. It was in that moment of silence that I realized how big and raw the pain inside me was. "And I know it's easier to hide it," Logan paused, "but sooner or later, it will get to you and devastate you." "You don't know what you're talking about." I clenched my fists in a futile attempt to keep tears from forming in my eyes. Logan started walking in my direction and then stopped next to me.
My heart was pounding inside my chest. My breath was caught in my lungs. I couldn't believe she was there; she couldn't be there; it had to be my imagination. I tried to speak, but no words came out of my mouth. Tears quickly blurred my vision, making her familiar face blurry in my eyes. "Anaís," she pronounced my name perfectly. Her voice was like a shot straight to the pain in my chest, opening it, unleashing it. I wanted to say something, but I couldn't. When I breathed again, it was just a gasping inhalation of air. My best friend was in front of me, the person I loved most after my family, the one who had always been there, the one I hadn’t seen in months. "Anaís, Ja—" I held up my hand as a signal for her not to speak. Words weren't necessary. Her eyes were also filled with tears, her hands shaking at her sides, which meant that she knew. She knew what had happened. I held my chest tightly and exhaled a little air. I couldn't breathe properly; there was a lump in my throat
"Well, I got tired of trying to contact you for the past few weeks. I knew something was wrong; I could feel it, so I came here. I talked to your grandparents, and they told me what happened. I'm so sorry, Anaís.""But you're missing days of school.""School can wait; my best friend can't." She gave me a warm smile. I took her hand and squeezed it."Thanks; I actually feel better after crying so much.""You don't have to thank me," she said, smiling sweetly. "Are you okay? And I want an honest answer.""I don't know.""Do you remember what happened that night?" I shook my head. "Not even a little?""I... I don't want to remember. Every time I think about that night, all I can see is blood." Jasmine gave me a sad look."I know. I can't imagine what you've been through, and I'm sorry I wasn't here before.""No," I interrupted her. "I chose not to tell you. It's not your fault.""Why did you not tell me?""I don't know how to explain it; it was like if you knew, everything would be real.
Logan! Put me down! - I ordered. He was no longer carrying me in his arms; he had thrown me over his shoulder like a sack. - Logan! "Stop whining," the amusement in his voice was obvious. I looked at the back of his feet as he calmly carried me. Where was he taking me? I tried hard to lift my head and look at my surroundings, but my neck started to hurt. My head began to feel heavy due to the fact that all my blood was rushing to it. Logan, my head hurts. - He stopped and gently put me on the ground to support my face. Are you OK? Really? - I asked him sarcastically, looking straight into his gray eyes. He simply smirked at me, making my gaze fall to his mouth. I stared at his shamelessly full lips. His smile grew bigger, and he leaned towards me. Are you done admiring me? I wasn't doing any such thing. Someday, you'll admit it. I didn't know why I got so nervous around him. His presence made my heart beat faster and my stomach feel strange. There's nothing to admit. - I cro
The words didn't seem to come out of me. The soft scent of Logan's cologne invaded my nose, making me more aware of his closeness. His cheek brushed against mine as he moved down to give me a short kiss on the neck. Logan... - Logan pulled back, breaking all contact between us. My body protested; I wanted him close to me. His gray eyes met mine, and I felt the blood fill my cheeks. Logan smirked, showing his straight white teeth. God, he has a perfect smile. You're blushing. No. He didn't know why I denied the obvious. It was too embarrassing. So? “I’m not going to kiss you,” I said, looking away, his eyes too intense to hold for long. His hand grasped my chin, making me face him again. Why not? I remembered his words clearly: I want you to be absolutely sure that this is what you want because once you let me taste your lips, I won't rest until I claim every part of you. Because... I felt like his eyes could see right through me. - I... - Logan raised an eyebrow, waiting fo