I wasn’t allowed to go to school for the rest of the week. No matter what I did Logan refused to take me and he told me if I went I would never see the light of day again. He told me that he told the school that I was sick and couldn’t make it for the rest of the week. When he was gone I was bored out of my mind, there was never anything to do but sit around and watch TV. Maybe an hour a day I had to clean but that wasn’t enough. When Logan would get home from school he would act perfectly normal, I was lucky this week, he only got mad a few times. I only had a bruise on my forearm and another on my back, otherwise I was pretty good. Of course that vein in his neck would start twitching when I asked him if I could go to school, but he left before he did anything.
Nobody from school came to make sure I was okay, which didn’t surprise me because I didn’t have anybody that would really feel the need to make sure I wasn’t dying. Luckily though by the next week Logan had finally let me go to school again. I never thought I would miss school this much, but my absence made me realize how much school meant. Logan walked me down the hallway like he always did and it almost made me forget about the week I spent alone in that stupid house… almost.
Ever since he left me alone something changed, I can’t quite peg it, but something inside me changed.
At school though I put on my usual façade because Logan was always there, we had the same classes so what was I supposed to do? The whispers about us had died down but that didn’t mean that a few people weren’t still talking and every time Logan heard I could tell her was upset. Shockingly for the first time in a while when I got to the art room and Logan finally left I was relieved. I took my seat in the corner of the room and start to work on my painting.
“Nice to see you’re back” a deep voice said, when I turned my head to the side I saw that Jonah had taken a seat next to me.
“I was sick” I said bluntly.
“That’s what I heard,” Jonah said eyeing me skeptically.
“So what do you want Jonah?” I sighed, I was so tired with putting up with people it was like the last year plus had finally caught up to me and I just couldn’t take it anymore.
“Just seeing how you were, geeze no need to get all snippy,” he said and was about to walk away but stopped.
“What now Jonah?” I asked warily but then I realized why he had stopped. I don’t know when but sometime while I was painting I guess I had pushed up the sleeves to my cardigan because Jonah’s eyes were no staring at the hand shaped bruise on my forearm. Quickly I pulled my sleeve down but Jonah saw it.
“Mickey…” he said looking at me with sad eyes.
“Jonah…” I said looking at the clock, class was about to end and Logan would come to get me. If Logan saw me talking to Jonah, much less Jonah gawking at my arm where that bruise was, he would be so mad, no he would be furious.
“Did he do that McKale?” He asked pointing to my covered arm.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about” I said quickly, but he grabbed my arm and pushed the sleeve back to reveal the bruise.
“Tell me the truth” he said, not angrily like Logan would but like his heart was breaking.
“It’s nothing!” I lied yanking my arm away worried because Logan would be here any minute, but I was too late. I turned to see Logan standing in the doorway and that vein looked like it would tear his neck in half.
“McKale” Logan said through a smile, I knew he was upset.
“I have to leave Jonah,” I said backing away from the boy that used to be my best friend in the world to the guy that I thought I loved.
When I reached Logan he wrapped his arm around me tightly and whispered in my ear, “You whore.” He pulled me down the hallway but it wasn’t toward the janitors closet so I thought I was safe but instead he took me to the office.
“Excuse me ma’am but McKale isn’t feeling well and I’d like to take her home,” Logan said with a dazzling smile. It was no surprise that the secretary said that it was fine to let Logan take me home. As Logan pulled me out of school and pushed me in the car I felt tears well in my eyes. I didn’t want Logan to be mad, I was so tired of him being mad at me.
“Logan…” I started to say after we were out of the school parking lot and at least halfway to his house.
“Shut up” was all he said, his voice practically trembling with anger. Oh no.
When we got to his house he didn’t storm in like he usually would instead he walked over to my side of the car and pulled me out. He pulled me into the house and up the stairs and threw me in the spare bedroom onto the bed. He pulled the phone from the wall and took my cell phone while I sat on the bed not sure what to do because I didn’t really understand what he was doing.
“Logan what are you doing?” I finally asked even though I wasn’t sure if it was the smartest thing to do.
“What I should’ve done weeks ago!” he told me, I still didn’t understand.
“Logan wha-“ I was about to say but he cut me off by hitting me across the face.
“You WHORE I can’t leave you alone for less than an hour and you go talking to that ginger fag!” Logan yelled grabbing my shoulders and pinning me against the bed.
“I’m sorry…” was all I could say, what was I supposed to say that wouldn’t make him mad?
“SHUT UP!” He said and hit me again in the same spot, surely I’d have a wicked black eye.
“Logan” I whimpered not able to stop the tears.
“You are MINE McKale and you’ll stay mine,” he growled hitting me again in the same spot. Before everything went black I was able to stay conscious enough to hear the click of the lock when he left the room.
DUN DUN DUHHHHHHHHHHH.
Another chapter tonight? Maybe, maybe not.