Chapter 35

The trial was fast approaching when I got my date for my final exam on my course. It was the day before the trial started. It was going to be a week like no other. I prepped as much as I could at home, I asked my colleagues in the office to test me on my knowledge throughout the days leading up to the exam. Under normal circumstances I feel like I could have prepped more for the exam but there was no turning back now. This was happening and I could do no more than I had.

I walked into my final exam nervous and feeling a mix of heavy emotions. I couldn’t stomach any food that morning. I had spent most of the evening cramming in as much revision as possible. Work had blocked out a meeting room for the day for me to complete my 3-stage exam. By 3pm I was complete. It was going to be 1 week before I would get my results through work.

All I wanted to do was go home and tell Logan all about the exam, but he was not home when I arrived. I heard him come in late that night. I heard him start the shower and slam his bedroom door a while later. I heard voices and my stomach dropped. He had brought a girl home with him. We weren’t an item and the last time we were in the same room properly we both hurt each other with what was said. I had no right to be jealous or ask him not to bring anyone home. Afterall this was his home and I was just a guest staying here. It didn’t stop me feeling hurt though.

There were noises throughout the night from his room. I grabbed my headphones and plugged them into my phone and blasted my music.

The next morning, I was awake before sunrise and found myself dressed and ready for court before I had time to think about it too much. I was too nervous to eat. I found myself making myself a hot drink in the kitchen when I heard a noise from Logan’s room. A few moments later he appeared followed by a tall, long legged, blonde. She kissed him on the cheek and bid him goodbye.

My heart dropped seeing him with someone else. I shook away what I could of my feelings and poured him a cup of coffee. He walked over, looking sorrowful. He took a seat up across from me at the kitchen island. I placed the cup in front of him and began to walk away when he captured my wrist.

“How are you feeling about today?” His voice was filled with mixed emotion.

I pulled my arm from his hold, “I didn’t think you cared about me anymore. Therefore, my emotion is none of your concern.”

My words came out more hurtful than I intended. But I couldn't help but feel hurt by him and this was my way of showing it. I wanted him to hurt the way I was hurting.

I walked away and was halfway to the door when he captured me and spun me on my heels to face him.

“Of course I care about you Leah. You’re the one that said you were leaving.”

“So, after days, no weeks of not talking we are going to do this right now are we?” I snapped.

I was furious, why now? Why the morning of the trial? Why of all the nights to bring someone home it had to be now?