All Chapters of LOGAN: Bound to a Demon: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I remember the first time I met her. Everything about her seemed so robotic. I wondered how my father didn't see it. But whatever mid-life crisis he was having that caused him to marry this barbie doll didn't stop me from supporting him. I didn't have any siblings. It had always been just the three of us. And only after my mother died did I realise how lonely it got to live in a big, empty house. So, I focused on business school. I buried myself in all the schoolwork until I knew everything that the family business required. It was my only distraction. A coping mechanism for all the pain. And when I met Edwin, I thought I would never feel lonely again. Well, I still do. He's everything I ever hoped for when I could no longer distract myself from the emptiness burning an insatiable hole in my chest. And when I found him, he made me feel like a new person. One that wasn't weak or clueless, but strong enough to chase after my dreams. Strong enough to carry on the legacy. And Shannon,

Edwin had encouraged me to drink more and go to sleep, so I did just that. He didn’t come to bed with me though if I remember correctly.I roll around in the sheets, filling the empty spot next to me, until I manage to peel my eyelids open. I groan as the headache sets in, placing my palm on my forehead. And for some reason, I’m all sweaty.I sit up carefully, glancing around the room. It’s unusual for Edwin to get up before me. So, why isn’t he here?I shake my head and crawl out of bed, staggering into the bathroom to get ready. But after I step out of the shower, it occurs to me that there’s nothing to get ready for. I don’t have a job, and I don’t have a plan or direction either.My body compels me to do what I’ve been wired to, so I moisturize and brush my hair and put on my Saturday casual.I head downstairs, still wondering if Edwin left home this morning without a word.I walk into the kitchen where Linda is already preparing breakfast. “Morning, Linda,” I say sitting on one

“You’re not about to jump, are you?”My head snaps backwards as I turn around to search for the source of the voice. My heart leaps into my throat when I realize I hadn’t imagined it. There’s a man behind me. And althouh I can’t see his face clearly, I can make out outlines of his short hair and his well defined jawline. “What does it matter? You don’t know me,” I reply. I feel weak from all the running and crying."I see you've sobered up." "Excuse me?""Humans are truly pathetic creatures. They would do anything to escape pain, even though they couldn't live without it.""I don't know who you are, but I should probably let you know that referring to other people as humans makes you sound like a sociopath," I state."Sociopath? That’s a bit harsh, Miss Ambrose,” he replies. Something about him makes me want to flee as fast as I possibly can. But I don’t. “What do you want? Are you a stalker?” I ask. I’m still shaking, but this time it’s from fear. It’s crazy how well I can hear the sm

It’s silent. Silent enough to hear it every time our cutlery crashed into our plates, and I can almost hear her chewing. I don’t have much of an appetite, but the sooner we finish the faster we can have the discussion that I came for. She wipes her lips lightly and takes a sip from her glass. I’m relieved to see that her plate is empty. “This is nice,” she remarks with a hint of sarcasm. But it's clear to me that she’s enjoying herself. “Indeed,” I reply with the same tone. “Although skipping the bullshit and telling me why I’m here would make it even better,” I snap. She smiles. “Thank you for being so patient with me, Hazel.” I can’t believe she’s pretending to be such a sweet little angel at a time like this. It’s a joke. It’s a tactic. It’s getting on my nerves. “Let’s talk then. You fired me because you thought I wasn’t good enough for the job. What changed your mind?” I ask. “Nothing. I still don’t think you’re good enough for the job. This is my first and only act of merc

When I wake up, he is by my side. I wonder how long he's been watching me sleep. I sigh. "You're still with me."I would be alone if it wasn't for him. No, I'd probably be dead."Why do you keep saving me?" He doesn't answer. Instead, he asks, "how do you feel?""Like shit. I hate hospitals," I reply sitting up. "Your wounds have already been treated. They said you can go home as soon as you regain consciousness," he explains. "Right."*** "What have you done to her?" Linda whispers after subtly pulling him away from the livingroom. Ive been seated on the carpet staring into thin air for a few minutes now, so I understand her concern. "She's been sitting like that since she got back!" She has the wrong person, but I'm too busy pretending not to hear her to interject."I can assure you, I haven't done anything to hurt your boss." I hear a few mo