LoganShe looked so frail as she laid there in the hospital bed, her head was wrapped up in bandages and her face pale and sickly looking from her blood loss. After she stormed off at the park, I didn't go after her. I didn't expect her to go far either but soon time passed and there was no sign of Melissa. So I assumed she had gone home but when I got home, she wasn't back. She didn't answer any of my calls or texts. Eventually she returned, her shoulders hung lowly in defeat but still she stood tall with a defiant tilt to her chin and a determined set to her eyes. I could still tell something wasnt right from the way her body stiffened and her gaze avoided mine. “Where have you been?” She shrugged noncommittally. “Around.” Her voice sounded like it belonged to someone else. It was quiet and flat and hollow. But the more her expression changed, the more I realized how much I hated that look on her. It only lasted a second before her facade slipped and tears fell down her cheeks
Melissa I didn't tell Logan anything when I got home. There was nothing to tell. I maintained a distance as much as I could, not responding when he spoke to me. I couldn't let him know what had happened. That would only mean more chaos. I was tired of the chaos it had managed to become a part of my everyday life.I was going to see the French men by myself the next day, I would make it work, with or without his help.“What are you offering?”“A partnership with my company is going to be a big step for us. It would give a fusion both to French and American culture , it gives people the same experience. My team will be in charge of developing the products and marketing your own, it is going to bring us together.” I smiled at the men in front of me . They looked like business tycoons but their demeanor was different - they weren't arrogant or condescending. In fact, they seemed eager to have a collaboration between companies. A few seconds of silence passed between them, as if contempla
MelissaLogan didnt come after me like I expected.He wasn't willing to help, it was all a waste of time.I stormed off forgetting about the man in the shadows until I saw him again.Was I the only one who had seen this figure? My eyes darted around the corner for help. Who would help me? A little help was not going to hurt me, I just needed saving, and yet it didn’t come.Panic engulfed me in a warm hug that grew tight, almost suffocating as I stared at the man in front ofme.The hair in my arms stood straight up like spikes, my breath caught in my throat.I could hear my heartbeat racing and I couldn't think, could hardly breathe. I couldn't speak or move, as I tried to focus solely on his face, which seemed to glow with a light from within. It felt strange, extremely strange.But the eyes, those eyes were cold and danced with mischief and danger. Like liquid ice. I had seen them before but where?Everything about those had seen them so many times, burning in my nightmares. Eyes that
LoganI didn't know what I was thinking when I asked Melissa to walk with me but strolling through the streets of New York was more therapeutic than I could remember. It was the weekend and I was supposed to be resting from the stress of last week.I was restless.I couldn't close my eyes without being taken back to that horrific evening, I didn't need any fucking reminder, I had been there when I was seventeen and I didn't want to be there anymore but it seemed my demons could not understand me because they were ready to drag me into their abyss the moment I closed my eyes. They pounced on me without mercy and I was forced to take those pills again.I hated them, they made me feel sick and weak and strongly dependent on them. Without them, I was like a ticking bomb that could go off at any time.I hated that I needed them. If anything, Melissa hadn't noticed that I took them and that was the best thing. I was going to keep it hidden for as long as possible.I hurried out of the hou
MelissaIt was the weekend and I was supposed to meet with Grace, I needed her help with something.It had to do with meeting the French men. I didn't get to finish that thought because of my phone vibrating in my hand. I opened the message and read it.It was from Grace, she was spending the weekend at her boyfriend’s place and wanted me to know that something came up and she couldn't make it anymore.I quickly started texting her a message telling her not to worry, that I was going to be fine and I told her to take care of herself too. After reading it a few times I pressed 'Send'. As I placed my phone next to me, I couldn't help but feel slightly disappointed. I was out of my favorite snack and I decided that a little shopping wouldn't hurt so pulling out my jacket from where it hung behind the chair of the restaurant, I headed towards the door to go for a walk. In all, I didn't come with my car.The air outside was cool and refreshing, as usual. When I stepped foot outside the re
MelissaI met Grace when life had pushed me to the edge when I didn't have any reason to live anymore. I had no money, no friends, no prospects for my future, no family, nothing. It was after I ran away from Logan Fitzgerald for the first time.The world had ended and left behind a young woman and I was left in a dead end. No one wanted me anywhere. I was stuck in a place I didn't know existed, a dark place in my head, where I lived alone and didn't exist. It was lonely, frightening, but most importantly empty. All the hope and happiness drained out of me and my life was turning into an endless nightmare. Dean had kicked me out of his house. I remember how much I pleaded for him to take me back after I ran fromLogan, I begged to stay with a monster because I had no clue on what my next step was supposed to be. He had told me that if I stayed any longer he'd kill me and I was convinced that he was right. So I decided to leave. There wasn't anything I could do anymore. I had los