The next day was quick to arrive and after a quick breakfast, Cassian was quick to head into his car and drive to Logan’s place.“M-master Cassian.” Vincent stuttered at the sight of him.“Yes, it is me,” Cassian responded.They stood there for a while, Cassian outside watching Vincent who was starting to shake with trepidation. “Are you going to let me in or not?” He asked.“Right. Apologies master.” Vincent responded with a bow, opened the door, and moved to the side to allow him to pass through.He looked around him in disdain, the unnecessary display of wealth the Renfrys enjoyed doing was something that never failed to disgust him. Honestly, no one needed a solid gold picture frame. He made his way deeper into the house, his steps echoing in the halls. He went past the living room and soon he arrived at the dining room, where he saw the sight of Logan and a blonde woman who giggled every time Logan stretched his fork to serve her. Nothing was that funny.“I never thought you’d b
Cassian was done for the day, and done with the country. He desperately wanted to return home to America. He could not stand that Logan was using his resources like they were his. Sure he had stopped him from remaining at his residence by practically sending him an eviction notice, but he wouldn’t put it past him to find another way to leech off him. It was his talent after all.Steven soon joined him in his office, “Well done sir, that summarizes everything for the day.”“And for this place.” He added, “Has the flight been booked? I am tired of this place, the weather is just all wrong and the food is not what I’m used to.”Steven chuckled at his boss’s antics, discreetly, of course, “Yes, I booked the tickets a week ago, and I just finished confirming the flight. Where will you be headed once you arrive in the States?”“I’d like to pay my nephew a visit. Give him a bit of a shock. That would be fun, don't you think?” Cassian grinned.Steven shook his head and sighed, “Honestly sir,
Christa hobbled slightly as she entered the car, assisted by Logan who was absentmindedly scrolling through his phone, his fingers hovering above Marybeth’s name.“Logan?” She called him softly, her gaze upset. Upset that he wasn’t dedicating his full attention to her but was instead focused on that damn phone, “Is there some sort of work thing that you need to handle? I mean you haven’t taken your gaze off that phone for a while now.” She pointed out.He looked at her, gave her a smile then said, ”Oh, I’m sorry. It’s not really that important. Just some little things from work.”“Well if it isn’t important, put the phone away. You’re supposed to be taking care of me, remember?” She said with a pout.“Right. Of course.” He nodded his head softly.He closed the door, walked around the car, and made his way into the driver’s side of the car. He started the car and drove out of the parking lot of the hospital, quiet with his gaze focused on the road, but his mind was elsewhere, it was on
It had been a week after the funeral and Marybeth had spent the entire time with her family. She had made no attempts to reach out to Logan, and neither had he. Things were calm and she was at ease in the home she grew up in.“So, when will you be going back?” Wayne asked her.They were in the kitchen, preparing light snacks for them to eat before dinnertime came.“I'll be heading back in a bit.” She replied, “To gather my things and to give him the divorce letter.”“I still cannot believe the tactic you used to get him to sign the letter. You're a genius young one.” He said, ruffling her head.“Hah, a genius.” She chuckled, “Well I am our mother and father's daughter after all. I may have forgotten what they taught me for a while but it is all coming back to me.” She paused for a moment, “Remember our motto?”“Yeah.” He nodded his head.“Ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves.” They said in unison.“I never really understood what that meant.” Marybeth said, a melancholic look on her fa
Logan had left the hospital, to go get Christa her favorite ice cream, or at least that was what he told her. He just needed to get out of that hospital. He was tired of seeing to her needs, being at her beck and call, and he couldn't complain because everyone in the hospital looked at him as though he was responsible for her bruises, so he had to treat her well, so they'd quell such stupid thoughts. Hospitals annoyed him to no end. People who were beneath him thought they could order him around and tell him what to do. He pulled up to a fast food restaurant, eager to have some oily goodness in his body. He walked up to the counter. “Two large fries, a burger, and a cola.” He said to the kid at the counter. “Uh…” The boy stalled, his floppy hair leaking from his cap and blocking his view. He flipped his head repeatedly, trying to get his hair out of his eyes. “Would that be all, sir?” He spoke in the unhurried, monotone drawl that teenagers enjoyed talking with. It was like they
The funeral procession was over, and she remained seated where she was, her brother by her side. Her parents went into the crowd to thank the people who came. Some people walked up to Marybeth, patted her arm softly, and muttered gently, “So sorry for your loss. He was an amazing kid.” “Yes, he was. Thank you for coming.” she'd manage to mutter. Soon after everyone had left, they also left. In the limo, three pairs of eyes were watching her worriedly. All of them shared similar worries, was Marybeth going to be ok? The limo had not moved yet, it was still in the parking lot of the funeral home. “So, where to now?” Wayne asked Jael, who still had her eyes on Marybeth. “Where are we going now, Marybeth?” Jael asked her daughter gently. Marybeth, staring out the window the whole time, turned her head slowly to face them, “Huh? What do you mean?” “You haven’t told us what you want to do with your son’s ashes.” She explained, “Do you want to take it home with you or did you have som