Chapter 7

I ran upstairs, ignoring Logan’s words, looking for my phone which was still on my bedside table, on charge. It looked like there was minimal change upstairs. I searched through my phone quickly and sank with relief onto the edge of my bed.  

“Everything ok?”  

I looked up to see Logan leaning against my doorway.

“I backed up my assignment on my OneDrive. I can access it on my phone which means I can still finish it and submit it on time.”

“I’m sure you can get an extension on the assignment.”

“I don’t want nor do I need an extension. I need to get it done and submitted. I need to do something normal and not let last night change anything.”

I headed back downstairs pushing past Logan and started to tidy up. Logan’s hand stopped on top of mine. I froze looking at him.

“You don’t have to do that now.”

“I do; I can't leave it like this. I need to tidy and call someone out to fix the doors. I need to...” Panic set in with realisation over everything that needed doing.

Logan cut me off. “I can help.” He pulled off his jacket and placed it on the back of the chair.

“I can’t ask you to do that. You’ve done more than enough already.”

“You’re not asking, I am offering.” I watched as he pulled his phone out of his pocket and dialed a number. “Jack, I need a locksmith, cleaner and alarm installation urgently. I will text you the address.”

With that, he hung up the phone.  

“Logan, it’s too much.”

He acted like he had not heard me and continued to pick up papers and a mix of items off the floor. I followed his lead and picked up my table that had been knocked over and placed all the items back on it that belonged. Slowly, the house started to look how it was before.  

It wasn't long before there was a knock at the door that startled me. Freezing in place as my mind raced with flashbacks, Logan answered it and invited them in. I watched as a locksmith set his bag of tools down. Logan explained the situation and showed him to the back door first. As he was finishing up at the back door, there was another knock at the front door. Logan again answered the door as I froze from the noise, once more. This time it was the cleaner that had arrived and started in the living room on the fingerprint dust. As the locksmith finished, the alarm installation team arrived. It was a couple of hours before everyone had finished and left. I tried to pay for each of them, but Logan insisted on paying for everything. It felt wrong but he would not take anything from me.  

I headed to the kitchen and made a hot drink. The warmth settled me. My house was too busy for my liking. I offered Logan a drink which he gladly accepted. As we were drinking there was another knock at the door which was unexpected. I froze, gripping my hands against the counter. Logan disappeared and returned a few moments later with someone behind him.

“Leah, this is Jack, he does security for us. Jack this is Leah.”

Jack was shorter than Logan and a lot stockier. He was muscular and had a shaved head. He reminded me more of an army man than anything else. His arms were covered in tattoos, and his stance screamed military. He stepped forward, holding out a hand.

“Leah, it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

I shook his hand; his grip was firm and strong. It was then I noticed a large bag in Logans hand.  

“What do you have there?” I probed.

Jack stepped back, “Sir, I will leave you with the food. Let me know if there is anything else you need.”

Logan nodded at him, and he exited. It was only then that my nostrils filled with the smell of a mixture of food. My stomach growled so loud it made Logan laugh. He set out a mixture of containers across my counter. I picked a little at a time at the food. As hungry as I was, I was still on edge enough for me to feel sick when eating.