Chapter 88

I spent over a week in the little town I found. I explored, spent time finding a routine and the longer I stayed the less I wanted to return to my life. I was happy staying hidden. I knew though that running away was not a forever option. I knew sooner or later I would need to go home and face the music. I packed up and thanked the lady at the hotel for everything.

Making the decision to go home was scary. I had no idea what was waiting for me. I had no contact with Logan or home after that last phone call. I spent most days down at the stream pouring my emotions out into a journal. I found that writing everything down helped me work through it. I wasn’t entirely ready to go home and face the consequences of running away. But I needed to know if it was enough to be able to face Logan.

Everything that I had poured into my journal was enough emotion to give me clarity. In part, I know I over reacted to Logan at the party and I needed to take responsibility for that. However, I also knew that I needed time. I jumped in way too quickly. I wanted Logan and he was there so I took the opportunity instead of giving myself time to heal. A lot of the journal ended up being about Brax and how hurt and broken I felt from his betrayal. I projected those feelings onto Logan with the way he acted at the party. Now I understood my feelings more, I knew how I needed to work through them.

I messaged Abigail and Jack to let them know I was on my home. I knew that one or both would let Logan know. I had messaged my boss to let him know I would be back at work on Tuesday morning. I arrived home at 12:23pm on Monday afternoon. As I pulled up, I saw Logan sitting on my doorstep waiting for me. I took a deep breath as I got out of the car. I felt stronger than I was before. I grabbed my bags from the boot and watched as he stood straightening his clothes. It looked like he had been sitting there for a while as he stretched out each limb upon standing.

Walking up to the door I didn’t know what to say or how to greet him, although I had to admit to myself it was nice to see him. As I drew closer, I realised he looked different. His hair was not as neat as normal, he was unshaven by at least a few days. His eyes were adorned by dark circles, and he looked pale and tired. I stopped a little shy from him.

“Hi,” even his voice was different somehow. It was scratchy and croaky.

“Hi,” I smiled softly.

He stepped aside and let me put my key into the door. I pushed the door open and stepped in dropping my bags at the side.

I turned to see him looking down and shifting his feet nervously. This was not a side to Logan I had ever seen before.

“Do you want to come in?” I asked.

His eyes shot up to look at me, “Are you sure?”

I nodded and smiled softly. Inwas confused as to why he would think I wouldn't that I wouldn't let him in.

I headed into the kitchen and heard him close the door softly behind him. I ran the sink tap and grabbed two glasses from the cupboard. He hovered nervously in the kitchen watching me, keeping his distance at all times. I offered him a glass and he gladly accepted it. I walked back to the living room and kicked my shoes off before curling up into the corner of the sofa. He took a seat in the chair opposite me. He looked uncomfortable.

The silence between us was heavy with tension. I didn’t know what to say to him. There were so many things I thought of on the drive home, so many things I had put into my journal but now that he was here in front me, I had no idea where to start. But I knew I needed to start.