Upside Down

Twenty Four

Another day flies by and Logan has still not been found. It has been a week now since I have seen or heard from him.

Scrolling through my notifications, I see one that sparks my interest. I click on it and Instagram immediately opens to the post.

I sit up straight in bed and stare at the post, making sure I am reading it right. Is that Leigh in bed with Logan? Am I really seeing this right now or am I hallucinating?

There's only one way to find out.

It looks like I am getting dressed and taking a road trip to Leigh's house and finding out for myself is she is housing Logan there.

I scroll through more of her posts and find her address linked in one of the photos. Perfect.

If she is housing Logan, we are going to have a big problem on our hands.

I throw on a green sweater and find a pair of jeans to keep me warm out there while I rip a chick's head off.

This is going to be interesting. I take my dad's car and drive it over to Leigh's house. She is about to get a rude awakening if Logan is really there. I don't know how else she would get a picture with him like that. The only possible explanation is that he is staying there.

I park the car and storm up to her door. I ring the bell and wait impatiently for someone to answer.

To my surprise, someone answers. Fast.

I stand there and stare at him with a stunned look on his face. For a moment, I don't know what to say. Seeing him again made my mind go completely blank. I really did not expect him to be the one to open the door. "Seven fucking days Logan. You've been gone seven days."

He takes a step out onto the porch and grabs my face, cupping it in his hands. "I thought you were dead. I thought I had killed you." He sighs. "You're alive."

I pull away from his touch. I am too mad at him to want to feel his hands on my skin. "I texted you at least a hundred times a day to find out where you ran off to. I called you. A Lot. How could you possibly think I was dead?"

"I turned my phone off. I couldn't face your father or my family if I had killed you. I didn't want them to hate me." He tries to explain his thinking.

"That's no excuse for abandoning your family like that. It is unacceptable to behave like that. You're an adult Logan."

"I'm so sorry Avery."

I shake my head. "Sorry isn't going to cut it anymore Logan. Kara doesn't think you are ever coming back. We even went to your father's grave because she thought you might go there. And though Hillary says she thinks you are coming back, I can tell she doesn't fully believe it. Not after seven days. My dad pretends not to care but he misses you. Peter doesn't know what to do without his older brother. That kid pretends like nothing bothers him but he's lost without you. They all miss you Logan."

"And you?" He asks, taking a step closer to me as I take another step away.

I shrug. "At first I was sad. I was worried, heartbroken." I reply honestly. He deserves to know that I did miss him too. Maybe it'll convince him to come home. Who knows.

"And now?"

"Now I'm just mad." I shrug. "And really? Leigh? Of all people you are staying with her?"

"She's the only person in the area who would take me in on such short notice." He runs his fingers through his hair, trying to hide his shame.

"How about your family Logan? They would have taken you in! Even if you had killed me! They would have never abandoned you like you abandoned them. It's that simple." I turn around to leave. I can't stand here and argue with him. It's like I'm talking to a wall right now.

"Where are you going?" Logan asks, taking a few steps to follow me as I walk away.

I turn back around to face him, my hand on the handle of the car door. Does he expect me to stand here all day and talk to him? He either needs to come home now or stay here forever. I don't know what he will chose to do. But I do know that he isn't going to make me stand here all day.

"Home. I'm going home. They need someone there to help them take care of all those kids because Hillary is too upset over her oldest kid being missing that she can no longer get herself out of bed to make dinner for the younger ones."

"Avery." Logan struggles as I pull the car door open. "I can't-"

"Listen Logan, if you don't want to come home or you can't or whatever, then fine. Don't come back. But at least give your damn mother a call so that she doesn't die of heartbreak." I scoff. "I don't even like her and it hurts to see her like this. No mom deserves not knowing if their kid is okay or not." I get into the car. "And for the record, if I was dead and you had actually killed me, you would have been the only person I would want at my funeral and you wouldn't have been. Let that sink in Logan."

I shut the car door and pull out of the driveway, thankful for what I managed to say to him. I am glad I got to say everything I wanted to say and I was able to get it across in a way that doesn't make me feel terrible about it.

I've done everything I can. Now it's up to him to make the next move.

Authors note: did you guys like the little Instagram post I made? I did it myself.

I also made this chapter longer because the last few have been so short.

What do you think Logan will do now?