{~~Avery Sterling~~}Ryan I talked for hours until the nurses came to inform me that they were ready to go. I was the only one with a car so I’d driven them here. I get a little tipsy from alcohol, and I’m a respected driver. I don’t go under the influence. So I said goodbye to Ryan and spoke to the bartender about keeping my car in the parking lot.He said he’d tell the night guards, and I started to call a cab. One of the nurses started singing.“All aloneeee.” I giggled as the others joined her in singing some song about being left alone in a barn. I’m not a singer so I didn’t join in. The cab was eight minutes away. Ryan stepped out of the bar while we waited.“You’re not singing with your group?”“No. I’m not really a singer.”“Ohh, you don’t have any musical talents?” he inquired. His hands dug into the pockets of his jeans, and the smile he’d had on all night returned.“I played the piano all throughout middle school and elementary. I had to drop it in high school because it wa
{~~Avery Sterling~~}Logan wasn’t going to give up and let me sleep. And I’m tired. So tired. I just wanna sleep and forget everything. I held my breath, holding the duvet and tugging my body all around with it so he wouldn’t be able to get me down.But apparently, logan wasn’t going to take me trying to cocoon my body away from his touch.I was flipped onto my back and pinned to the floor with such force that the wind was knocked out of me. Logan loomed over me, his expression a mix of annoyance and confusion. The duvet, now crumpled and discarded, had been yanked off in the struggle. His arms clamped around my hips, effectively trapping me beneath him.“Get out of my room,” he sneered, his eyes blazing with frustration. But I scoffed at his demand, refusing to be intimidated. This was my room, or so I thought in my intoxicated haze. I held my body together, huffing defiantly at him.“You’re not going to bully me out of my own bedroom, i will not allow it. Fuck off.” I growled back a
{~~Avery Sterling~~}I woke several minutes later, my body feeling like it had been put through the wringer.This is why I don’t drink. When I'm drunk, I don't really feel it, but the moment I come to, my head will ache like a fucking bitch. Ouch! I feel like I might pop a vessel. I slipped out of bed and rushed to the bathroom just as bile rushed up. I made it to the bathroom in time, clutching the toilet bowl as my stomach emptied its contents violently.The retching left me weak and trembling. I can't go to work with a hangover; I am not that careless. After what felt like an eternity, the nausea subsided, and I stood up shakily, leaning heavily on the sink. I turned on the tap and rinsed my mouth, the taste of vomit lingering unpleasantly. I grabbed my toothbrush, hoping the minty freshness would help me feel somewhat human again.I glanced in the mirror and groaned. My hair was a tangled mess, and my face was pale and drawn. The shirt I was wearing wasn’t mine, and I was pantyles
{~~Avery Sterling~~} I stretched lazily, feeling the stiffness in my muscles as I waited for Logan to step out for his morning run. My body was weary; I had gone back to sleep after... well, let's just forget about it. On a more positive note, I decided to use this quiet time to cook dinner while I reflected on the previous night. Curiosity gnawed at me—I wanted to know what had happened, and more specifically, what the sex with me had been like. Logan returned an hour later, his face flushed and his breath still a bit labored from the run. I told him I had prepared dinner, and in true Logan fashion, he grunted his acknowledgment before taking his sweet time in the shower. As the sound of running water filled the house, I busied myself setting the table, my mind racing with questions and nerves. When he finally emerged, he was shirtless, the defined muscles of his chest glistening slightly from the residual dampness. His wet hair clung to his forehead, and his low-hanging pants expo
{~~Avery Sterling~~}I tried to eat as slowly as I could, but Logan picked up on this. He told me to finish up before he did or I'd regret it. I was forced to rush. I ate and went upstairs to clean up. Logan instructed that I wear something flimsy, and the only thing I had of the sorts was a dress from my high school days that doesn't fit well. It's extra tight, and if I crouch it goes up my thighs. I don't feel comfortable in this. We went into the living room, and he examined me. “Hmm, not bad. Not bad at all. You don't look the best but you're not bad. Turn for me.”I felt like I was a common whore to him. I turned slowly, letting him take in my body in the small black dress. It was alot longer when I was sixteen. Not anymore though. My twenty four year old body has filled it out more prominently. “Bend, show me your ass.”I tipped my upper body forward, the dress rode up revealing my underwear and presenting my behind to Logan. His hand reached out, running over my ass. Then to
{~~Logan’s Point Of View~~} The vibrator worked on her for five minutes before she fought it off, and rolled away from the table. I turned off the phone, amused and aroused by her disturbance. I've never been a kinky man, but I like to see Avery suffer. Really suffer. I want her… to feel pain. I want to bring her pleasure, then make her hate herself for it. Or better cut it off before she can reach that orgasmic bliss. Hahaha, I have turned into something else. I watched her crawl. Grabbing onto her ankle before she could get far away. “No, fuck no that's crazy. I won't do it.” I dragged her back, spreading her legs and placing her ass in my lap. “I can't count on you to do a goddamn thing.” I say but there's no anger just amusement. “Logan, please don't do this.” “I'm not doing anything.” I pulled out two black ties from the box I'd brought. I tied her knees to wrist. Making a pretty bow. This position kept her pussy exposed. Her ass too. She did clean everything so I
{~~Avery Sterling~~}There are a lot things that I could have considered as warning signs when it came down to Logan. His need to humiliate me was not one of them. I figured I wouldn't fall for his trick. That I could be strong, better, and if I could resist his insults then I could prove myself to him. But I failed to understand that my body and my mind speak two different languages. My mind says we can withhold against any onslaught of pleasure he tries to put us through. And my body says self preservation and respect is for people who are not me. I am so ashamed.Logan was chuckling like a supervillain from the worst movie ever. He sounded so evil, so unlike the man I'd known– watched– in high school. I wasn't dealing with that version of him. Who was such a sweetheart. He's just cruel. My eyes and cheeks are wet with tears. I can't believe I came. Two fingers tapped my cheek, and I was forced to open my eyes. “Awwwn, look at those tears.” He looks so pleased. So proud that h
{~~Avery Sterling~~} This must be a dream. Or I wished it was. I was staring at a cake, my name was on it and so was a candle in the shape of number nine. Which is my age. But... My parents never threw any parties for me. This must be an accident. I looked at my tiny hands, my eyes dragging over the happiness that clouds that of my parents. The big smiles on their faces, the other kids surrounding them chanting my name. I burst out into tears because I know this is a dream. It couldn't be real. Never for me. The truth is, the actual birthday had gone like this. There was a cake, a number nine, a bunch of happy people and children. There was just one huge difference. On my ninth birthday I'd been accidentally locked out of the house. I had to watch as my parents and all the kids in the neighborhood celebrated my twin sister. They jumped in joy for her, no one noticed I wasn't there. Not a single person. The sickness of this fucking dream. To remind me of that horrid night. It
{~~Avery Sterling~~}The waterfall is majestic and stunning. Logan suggested we go in naked since we’re the only ones here. I’ll admit, trusting a radically vegan hippie to plan my honeymoon was a bold and disturbing choice. Third year in college she lugged me off to the rain forest where we camped for six weeks so we could connect with the gods who brought us here.It was my worst summer vacation. Six long weeks. But I got so much work done that I felt like I came back even smarter. I love Agatha, but my goodness, her ideas of fun are always nature-like. The lack of wifi is going to kill me, but thank god I got another honeymoon present from Logan’s parents as an apology for the way they acted at the start of my marriage to their son.And that one is for two months on a cruise. We’ll be leaving for that after a week of getting eaten alive by mosquitoes.The water is cold, and the view is even better. I talk alot of crap about Agatha but the woman is far more connected to this world t
{~~Logan Grey~~}My honeymoon is not at all what I expected. It’s one of those situations where you step back and think, How did I not see this coming? But I guess that’s what happens when you go with the flow and don’t plan out every last detail, just trusting that things will fall into place. We decided not to bring Hope with us, even though part of me wanted her to be here. She’s spending the week with my parents—her grandparents—which feels like a huge milestone, not just for her, but for me too. Avery and I wanted this time to ourselves, to really celebrate our marriage without any distractions, to focus on us for a change.We’re an odd pair to most people, and I know some didn’t expect us to last, but we’ve made it work in ways that surprise even me sometimes. Over the last year, we’ve settled into this rhythm that’s become second nature. It’s a good rhythm, one that’s brought us closer, and made us stronger. It’s funny—when you think about it, but it feels like so much longer.
\One Year Later/{~~Avery Sterling~~}So, you know how little girls always dream about their wedding day? It’s supposed to be this big, magical event, where everything falls perfectly into place, and for some, it’s the pinnacle of their dreams, right? But not me. I never had those kinds of dreams. You know how my life was, how crappy my sister and parents treated me. There was never much room in my head for fantasies like that. Growing up, I couldn’t even imagine what marriage would feel like because I was too busy surviving and getting through the mess of my family. But, okay, maybe deep down, I had some dreams. Everyone does, right? I just never thought they’d come true.And marrying Logan Grey—that’s a whole different thing altogether. I mean, when we started planning the wedding, I was so overwhelmed. There were just so many details, and so many decisions, and with everything I’ve been through, I just didn’t have the energy to care about floral arrangements or seating charts. So, I
{~~Avery Sterling~~}The almost-car accident shakes me up more than I expected, but Logan is fine, and I’m fine. It all happened so fast, and yet I can still feel the pulse of my heartbeat in my throat when I think about it. That truck had come out of nowhere. The driver didn’t even slow down. Had I not tripped over that stone while I was looking for a signal on my phone and he’d come to check on me... logan would have died a painful death before my eyes.So of course I was a fucking mess. That driver is crazy. Did he not see the car? Why did the car even stop? What was wrong with the engine? I have like six million questions!He called Ryan to come get us. I was in his arms on the side of the road, watching as other cars drove around the wreckage. They don’t stop but look on surprised at the mess. Whoever that driver was I hope to god his truck breaks down and he’s fired. Because what the hell?He should have at least stopped. Panic fills me but so does anger. The panic wins though.
{~~Avery Sterling~~}Logan and I had left Hope in the hospital. The tiny bundle of life—so fragile, yet resilient—was resting safely in the nursery, surrounded by the quiet hum of machines and the gentle presence of nurses. We’d return tomorrow, once we were sure they’d had time to scan her brain and ensure she was truly safe for release. My heart ached to leave her, but it was necessary. Thank goodness she was a baby, still too young to understand fear in the way that we did. She wouldn’t know the anxiety, the sleepless nights, the never-ending worry. All she knew was warmth and the safety of sleep, cocooned in blankets too big for her tiny form.The snow had started falling again, soft and silent, covering the world in a layer of purity that felt both soothing and unsettling. Logan drove carefully through the winding streets, the heater on low, warming our chilled fingers. We didn’t speak much, but the silence wasn’t uncomfortable. It was the kind of silence that sat between two peo
{~~Avery Sterling~~}I’m back in this beautiful pack, surrounded by familiar faces, and yet it feels so foreign after everything we’ve been through. the rain stopped while I was away and now we have a new season. The landscape is stunning, especially now, with the first snowfall of the season transforming the dense forest and the lake into a quiet, white wonderland. The snow blankets the ground in thick, untouched layers, making the whole world seem calm and serene, but cold—bitingly cold. It's as if the snow carries the weight of my worries. The weather has shifted dramatically over the past few days, moving from endless, gloomy rain to this sudden onset of winter. So, congratulations on freezing my butt off, even with all the layers I'm bundled in.Logan and I had spent last night at the lake house, a place of solace for us, trying to reconnect after everything that’s been thrown at us. It was bittersweet, those quiet moments by the fire, the crackling logs filling the air with warm
{~~Logan Grey~~}Avery is coming home today. Avery is coming home today. I’ve been repeating that sentence in my head for the past 48 hours, counting down the seconds like a kid waiting for Christmas morning. The excitement, the anticipation—it’s all bubbling up inside me, and I can barely sit still. I glance at the clock on my phone for what feels like the hundredth time, knowing it hasn't moved much since the last time I looked but somehow hoping the hands of time have sped up. It's been far too long since I’ve seen her.The air in the terminal is thick with the usual airport chaos—people rushing by, announcements echoing through the speakers, kids whining in the background—but it all fades into the background noise. I’m laser-focused, my heart pounding in sync with the roaring engines of planes outside. She’s been gone for weeks, and though it wasn’t that long, it feels like an eternity. We’ve been working tirelessly on the cure—sleepless nights, constant research, trial and error.
{~~Avery Sterling~~}Agatha and I had been at it for hours, possibly days, though the passage of time had become something of a blur in the dim, candlelit room. The air was thick with the scent of dried herbs and burning incense, their heady aromas mixing in a way that both calmed and invigorated me. I had never spent so much time in the presence of a witch doctor before—not like this, not in such an intimate setting where every movement, every word, every breath was part of a delicate and complex dance of life and death.I’d seen witchcraft before. In university, we had a professor who dabbled in the ancient arts, using it to enhance her knowledge of medicinal plants and natural remedies. It’s why i wished I’d been chosen to be a doctor, it would be so nice to be able to do so much than what a nurse can. But even she had never worked with the sheer precision and raw power that Agatha wielded. It was... mesmerizing. I couldn’t help but be drawn in, watching her every move, the way her
{~~Logan Grey~~}Two days without Avery isn't an eternity, but it sure feels like a long time. I’m surviving, or at least I think I am. Tonight, I’m having dinner at my parents' place, and the whole family is here to celebrate the newborns. Felix’s child, Marley, and my daughter, Hope. It feels good to be around everyone, even if my mind keeps drifting to Avery. The house is buzzing with laughter and chatter. The babies are in their playpen, tapping at toys, oblivious to the joyful chaos around them. My parents are practically glowing as they fawn over their grandkids, doting on every little coo and babbling like they’re treasures.I sit back in a rocking chair, watching the scene play out before me. My brothers are in the kitchen, joking around while they cook, and their wives are on the couch, chatting and laughing. And Ronan’s children are lying on the floor coloring something. It’s one of those moments that feels picture-perfect, like a scene out of some old family movie. Even Rya