Chapter 11

I bluntly nodded off the question. I think it was time already. I had to do this.

“Where is Logan?” I asked.

“He should be inside. Mason said, pointing to a building in the distance.

"Oh, shit." I muttered. I handed the drink with me to Mo and went away, heading towards the building. I remembered them.

I forgot my  materials: my camera, tripod and notepad. I quickly rushed back into the venue and got my equipment which sat quietly on a chair.

“Good boy.” I commended it.I bravely walked with the equipment in my hands to the building where Mason pointed to.

“You have to do this.” I muttered to myself .

I had barely walked half the field when I realized it was a large one, like a standard football pitch. Then I wondered to myself, is this how far I will walk just to see Logan? Then I heard a voice scream my name in the distance, it was Mason's.

“Leigh! Leigh!” He called out, with his hand wagging in the air.

“Come back! Come back!!” He said and I noticed things weren't funny anymore.

I began running at full speed. The sole of my feet were in no doubt touching the back of my head. But my strength couldn't carry me any longer and I wasn't any closer to Mason who called. Suddenly, I felt my head hit the earth and blacked out. The place was dark and serene. One could hear no voice….

“Leigh! Leigh!” I heard it now. The voice was familiar to my ears. It was Mo’s!Where was I? I questioned, when I felt sprinkled water wet my cold face. I suddenly opened my eyes and jolted at the sight of a  crowd gathered, staring at me.

“I think she's alright now.” I heard them mumble amongst themselves.

“What happened?” I asked.“You passed out when Mason called you away from the field.” Mo said with a glass of water in her hand.

“Really? I guess I was stressed then.” Almost immediately, I heard this cold voice.

“Tell her to leave. I do not want to record any death at my party.” What cold words… The person behind that voice finally revealed himself, it was Logan.

“You!” I screamed when I noticed I was on top of my voice and everyone was staring.

“I hate to repeat myself, Lucas. Hold on a second, how do you know your whereabouts here? Has your wretchedness gotten into your head to the extent you lack the sense of  privacy?”

“Excuse me Mr. Logan or whatever you call yourself,” I said and the crowd gaped in surprise.

“You have no right whatsoever to talk to me in that manner. I demand some respect! “

“Really?” He asked,with a furrowed eyebrow.

“You heard me right, jerk!...”

“Mind your words bitch…remember your place. Do you have any idea who you're talking to?” Francesca intruded.

“Oh no, please tell me.” I retorted sarcastically.

“And you Mr. Logan, I was there for your interview. Mason directed me.”

“Cheap liar.” Mo said.“It will be kind and respectful of you to shut that garbage called mouth.”

“Logan, are you listening to her?”  She cried, holding his arm.

“Security, take her away.” He ordered

“No, I will not leave till I see Mason to confirm everything I've said.” I said and looked around for Mason but he was nowhere to be seen

.“Security, do your job.”  He said and turned his back.

“Sis, let's go.” Mo said silently, holding my arm.

“You too?” I said and pushed her away.

“Sis, sis?” She called.

“Logan, Logan…”I called out but he didn't reply.

I then saw a vase lying on a desk and smashed it. Oh yeah, it caught his attention now.

“What'd you just do?” He turned with rage burning within. Why so much anger now? I fearfully asked myself and retreated slowly.

He suddenly grabbed my neck in an attempt to strangle me when Mo cried out, in plea… for my release. How I wished she didn't, at least to not rub his ego.

“ Get off me.” I said and pushed him away and held onto my neck, gasping for breath.

“Francesca, call the police,” he said.