All Chapters of Carter: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

I couldn’t help but cry. I found myself on the floor sobbing with my knees pulled into my chest. I crawled into his bed to be close to him and his scent that night. I spent most of the weekend wandering around the apartment feeling lost and cold. It didn’t fwel roght being there without Logan. It was just an apartment. I spent Saturday and Sunday night wrapped up on the sofa in front of his fire. Sleep eluded me for the most part. Monday the trial started again. By the time I exited the court on Monday evening I had received an email from my course provider. My results were in. I couldn’t bring myself to open them until I was back at the apartment. The journey back there felt like it took three times longer than normal. As I walked in part of me hoped for Logan’s return. I wanted him there with me when I looked at my results. I walked over to the sofa and took a seat while opening the email. I read through the letter and got my results on the second page. I couldn’t believe what

I had been home for over a week. It was strange being back. I didn’t have much money left so I had to move back in with my parents while I searched for a job. My new qualification made me a desirable candidate though. I had several interviews lined up with several companies in the area. I found myself spending my spare time babysitting for my sister and helping out at home and doing some volunteer work at a local food bank while I looked for work. I needed to stay busy and keep my mind occupied. Nightmares still came and went but with the therapy I had started, I was taking back control of my life again. I was moving on the way I wanted to, the way I needed to. I always felt in the back of my mind there was something missing and I knew the missing piece was Logan, but I needed to move on completely or at least try to. After a few weeks of being home I found myself a job as an office clerk at a local distribution center. I settled in quickly and set myself to work. It wasn’t long b

“He seems like a nice guy.” “He is.” Logan stepped forward and closed the gap between us. “How does he make you feel?” “You’re not playing fair, Logan.” “I know, I can’t be the nice guy if I want to get you back.” “You want me back? You never had me in the first place.” “You know what I mean.” I backed up until I felt myself against a wall. Logan stepped closer and placed a hand on the wall next to my face. My hand instinctively reached up and grabbed the lapels on his jacket. Flashbacks started flooding my mind. I felt my body shiver and ache for him, but I knew I couldn’t do that to Brax. I dropped my hands and stepped under his arm walking away. That move took everything in me, exhausting my emotions to stay in control. I had worked too hard to let one moment bring it all crashing down in front of me. He captured my hand, spinning me on my heels and pulling me into him. He cupped my face with his free hand and his lips met mine without a second thought. I pulled away and

Brax stepped closer. His hand moving up to cup my cheek. “I just hope that the guy is going to be me at the end of this.” He dropped his lips to mine in a slow, soft kiss. I sighed when he broke away. “As much as I wish to continue this, I think we should get you home in time to rest before our date tomorrow.” I smiled and agreed. He headed inside to collect his keys. The drive home was silent but somehow comforting. My mind was racing, I was still in shock that Logan had turned up here. Brax pulled the car to a stop and turned the engine off. He walked me to my door and planted a kiss on the opposite cheek to where Logan kissed me. “Until our date tomorrow. Goodnight Leah.” “Goodnight Brax.” I went straight to bed. My mind racing with emotions. I heard nothing from either of them that night. I reached for my phone several times, but each time I didn't know who I was reaching it for. I was shocked and proud of how Brax contained himself, but at the same time, hearing Logan be

Leaving Abigail’s, I was still as confused as I was prior, but I could see a little more clearly how I was going to make a decision. My first point of call was to message Logan. ‘Can we meet up tonight?’ Within seconds, he replied. ‘Just let me know where and when and I am yours.’ ‘I have a date with Brax; I will message you once I am done.’ ‘I will be there.’ His enthusiasm was refreshing. I organized my time before the date with Brax. I had no idea what he was planning as he wanted it to be a surprise but asked me to dress comfortably. I opted to go for a casual t-shirt, leggings, and a cardigan. I was ready well within time for Brax to pick me up; he was insistent on that much. I found myself waiting outside my house for Brax at 1:55pm. He pulled up shortly after. I jumped into the car eagerly. It was a different change of pace from Logan. There were no opening doors or pulling my chair out. Brax was what anyone would call a normal guy. I looked over my shoulder checking