:::LOGAN DANIELS:::
I was sitting on my bedroom floor, blasting my music. My mother had repeatedly tried to get in and calm me down, but I ignored her and simply locked my door.
I wanted to be alone.
Greenday began playing a slow song and after a few seconds, I recognized the song. I hated how it was slow, being Wake Me Up When September Ends. I took the bottle of bourbon and took another swig, feeling it burn down to my chest.
I ended everything with Lacey.
I hadn't heard from her or anyone, really. I kept my phone besides me, ringer full blast, wishing she would call. I wanted to be back with her. To be able to hold her while I sleep. But at the same time, I prayed she wouldn't.
Because without a doubt, I would ask for her back.
And for the life of me, I won't hurt her.
But hadn't I already? A surge of anger burst through me. Why couldn't it have worked? It could have, at least I hope it could have. But I ruined it. I chugged down the rest of the bottle. Dad would be pissed I drank three bottles of his liquor.
Maybe he'll send me fa away to boot camp.
I clenched the bottle between my hands, holding on tight. All of a sudden, the glass burst between my grip, shards digging to my skin. I hissed out a string of curse words.
Standing up, I went to my bathroom which was connected to the side of my room. I snatched a hand towel off the rack and quickly wrapped it around my wrist.
If Lacey were here, she could actually fix this.
I sighed and trudged back into my room. I nearly had a heart attack when I saw Lisa Hatch sitting criss-cross-applesauce on my bed.
I was just about to ask why the hell she was here but she beat me to it. "Where is Lacey?" she asked, getting straight to the point. I fronted and stepped closer. "What do you mean? I dropped her off at home." I told Lisa.
Lisa shook her head, her blonde bangs falling into her eyes. "No. I got home twenty minutes ago and Lacey wasn't there. She won't answer her phone either. I thought she would be here." Lisa explained quickly.
I let out a deep breath. Great, Lacey was missing and nobody could reach her. "Did you try calling Cameron?" I suggested. Lisa nodded. "On a date with Halie. Cam even tried to call her." I threw my head back and stared at the ceiling.
As if that would help.
"Well?" Lisa asked impatiently.
"I'm thinking!" I snapped. Lisa muttered a few incoherent words before speaking louder. "Why would Lacey leave like that and not tell anyone?" she mumbled to no one in particular. I guess I should tell her. I clenched my hand around my other bloody hand.
"I, uh," I couldn't seem to spit the words out. It was as if I said I had broke up with her out loud, it would really come true. I licked my lips. "What is it? Tell me." Lisa prodded, standing off my bed. I looked anywhere but her pricing blue eyes.
"Logan, spit it out." She demanded.
"We broke up." I finally blurted. Her eyebrows scrunched up and she cocked her head at me. "She ended things with you?" Lisa rephrased. I shook my head. "N-no. I did." I admitted painfully.
I didn't expect the slap across my face.
Lisa's face was turning pink with anger. "Why?" she hissed at me. I turned and threw the bloody rag in the trash bin by my desk. I shrugged meekly. If I told her the truth, would she even believe me? "Answer me like a man, Logan." Lisa was extremely pissed.
"I didn't want to hurt her." I said softly. She scoffed at me. "Oh, so you break her heart? That a boy Logan, two points for the dick move." she sneered at me. I held up my hand in defense.
"Lisa, I was bound to hurt her, sooner or later. I just thought it would be easier if it was sooner. I didn't want to break her." I rushed out. Lisa glared for a few seconds. "Okay," she eased up. "You were only trying to protect her but was still a dick."
"I'm not a -"
"Logan, do not piss me off." Lisa said in a deadpanned voice. I nodded. "So we have to go find her, okay? I'll check around town, you go to the next one over. Cam already is at Vixen." Lisa broke down the plan in a simple two minutes.
"Sure, okay." I nodded my head along. I already had my phone and keys in my pockets. Lisa gave me a grim smile before climbing out my window. I quickly stuck my head out the window after her body disappeared to see her clambering down a big oak tree.
"That's how you got in?" I called down to her.
Her blue eyes flicked up to me. "No time for that. My sister!" she shouted back. Lisa then jogged over to her car and a few moments later was driving away.
I sighed and grabbed a hoodie and yanked it over my head. Glancing down at my hand, I saw that the blood had come to a stop but it still stung. But I didn't have time to think about that. I unlocked my door and hustled down the stairs.
As I passed by the kitchen, I saw my father sitting on one of the bar stools. Strange, I thought he was in Georgia for a business meeting. I was reaching for the door when he called my name. "Logan, son, come sit with me." he said in his deep voice.
I glanced over my shoulder to see him sipping out of a cup. I squinted to see the bottle of Brandy behind him. So he was drunk.
"Dad, I really can't. My friend, she's in trouble and -" I began. My dad spun around in the bar stool. "I said, come sit." he ordered me. I clenched my teeth. My dad and I never really got along. He thought sports was a waste and that I should focus more on studies.
Getting A's and B's weren't good enough for him.
"I can't," I grounded out.
His eyes glared at me and I hated how similar we looked. Slamming his glass on the table, he stood out of his seat. "Stop being so disrespectful and listen to your father." My dad shouted. I felt my hands involuntarily squeeze tightly.
"We can talk later. I need to go." I ended the conversation quickly. "Don't you dare walk out this house." He growled at me. I was facing the door, not looking at him.
But I knew his eyes were bright with anger just from experience. It angered me how I had to wait on his beck and call, but he never made time to actually ask what I wanted. It was always about how I needed to man up and take responsibility.
He didn't even visit when I was in the hospital.
I got fed up with always listening to him. My dad would never understand unless I fought with him. I had to constantly argue to get him to even listen to me.
So I flung the door open and marched outside.
"Logan!" he screamed at me from the door frame. I was heading to my car, ignoring his calls. "I am speaking to you!"
I unlocked my car doors and finally paused to look at my father. His shoulders visibly relaxed as if he thought I was come back inside to talk.
"No dad," I said in a tight voice. "You never speak to me. All you do is yell at me and tell me what I am doing wrong."
I stepped into my car and slammed my door closed. He kept screaming at me, but it was lost over the engine starting. I put the car in reverse and backed out of the driveway. I shifted gears and sped down the gravel road.
