PROLOGUE
I stirred in bed looking over at the red blinking light from the clock on my side table. 3:30AM it flashed. What was he up to now? Logan, my stepbrother had been MIA for almost a week but I knew it was him. I'd shared a home with him long enough to know what his footsteps sounded like. He paused outside my door. I didn't think too much before getting out of bed, I flicked on the light switch and opened my bedroom door to confront him.
I was right, Logan's muscular figure was unmistakable, even in the darkness. He took a few steps towards me his face glued to the carpeted floor, the light from my room now illuminating him so I could see him properly.
"I don't want to go," he slurred. He was drunk but that was nothing new. What surprised me was that he seemed to be genuinely distraught.
"Where the hell have you been?" I asked. I didn't mean to sound so demanding but the truth was Mom, my stepfather Chris, and I had been worried sick all week, none of us thought he'd make his flight to Manila tomorrow.
"Who cares? You certainly don't," he slurred again.
I don't care? Good one Logan. If only he realised that I cared, I cared way too much.
He raised his head so he was looking me in the eye. His eyes were glazed over but even so, they were the most hypnotising eyes I'd ever seen. I moved my head down to the ground now. I couldn't handle the intimacy of being locked in his gaze. His perfect pretty boy face was enough to make any girl melt but I wasn't going to let him know it.
"What are you talking about?" I asked feeling hurt at his insensitive remark.
This was the most amount of interaction we'd had in a over a year. Between Logan's stint in juvi and my time in hospital there hadn't been much time for a family reunion. It wasn't like Logan would make time anyway, he avoided me like the plague and disappeared at any off chance we might have to spend actual time with each other. Even still I could never hate him. I could not deny the way I felt for Logan. He was the one thing that kept me going even if he didn't want to know it.
"I'm sorry Willow, ah, fuck, this is what I mean....I'm a shitty person," he stammered, he was behaving erratic. "I'm sorry Willow...I'll never be able to say it enough," he repeated with more desperation in his voice. He never let his guard down for anyone, not even me. He got down on his knees and took my wrists in his hands shaking them a little aggressively. "Look at me," he demanded, pulling his hands away when he realised he was hurting me.
I looked down at him, even the pained expression he had couldn't take away the fact that he was gorgeous. Maybe a normal person would be scared by the way he was acting but all I felt was a longing for him to let his guard down just once, for me. It hurt so bad to see him like this, it hurt even more to know there was nothing I could do. I could feel the tears welling in my eyes. Why Logan? Why did it have to be like this?
"You deserve so much and I can never give you that," he added.
I couldn't hold it any longer. My eyes stung as tears fell down my cheeks. Why did he have to hit me where it hurt the most?
"You can," I sobbed looking at him, desperate for a sign I wasn't alone in this, "you choose to be like this Logan,"
"I'm going tomorrow Willow, I'm leaving and you need to forget about me, you need to be happy and this won't make you happy," Logan told me. He stood up shakily and turned his back on me phasing for a moment as if he was contemplating what to say. He shook his head silently and walked away.
"No! Don't go!" I called after him, falling to my knees. I heard the front door open and then close. He was gone. "Don't go Logan. I love you. Don't leave me," I sobbed, with only myself to hear.
There was nothing I could do. There was no one I could tell. Logan would be oceans away tomorrow.
CHAPTER ONE
ONE YEAR LATER
"Willow, do we need to talk about it?" Mom asked.
She was
I stirred in bed looking over at the red blinking light from the clock on my side table. 3:30AM it flashed. What was he up to now? Logan, my stepbrother had been MIA for almost a week but I knew it was him. I'd shared a home with him long enough to know what his footsteps sounded like. He paused outside my door. I didn't think too much before getting out of bed, I flicked on the light switch and opened my bedroom door to confront him.
I was right, Logan's muscular figure was unmistakable, even in the darkness. He took a few steps towards me his face glued to the carpeted floor, the light from my room now illuminating him so I could see him properly.
"I don't want to go," he slurred. He was drunk but that was nothing new. What surprised me was that he seemed to be genuinely distraught.
"Where the hell have you been?" I asked. I didn't mean to sound so demanding but the truth was Mom, my stepfather Chris, and I had been worried sick all week, none of us thought he'd make his flight to Manila tomorrow.
"Who cares? You certainly don't," he slurred again.
I don't care? Good one Logan. If only he realised that I cared, I cared way too much.
He raised his head so he was looking me in the eye. His eyes were glazed over but even so, they were the most hypnotising eyes I'd ever seen. I moved my head down to the ground now. I couldn't handle the intimacy of being locked in his gaze. His perfect pretty boy face was enough to make any girl melt but I wasn't going to let him know it.
"What are you talking about?" I asked feeling hurt at his insensitive remark.
This was the most amount of interaction we'd had in a over a year. Between Logan's stint in juvi and my time in hospital there hadn't been much time for a family reunion. It wasn't like Logan would make time anyway, he avoided me like the plague and disappeared at any off chance we might have to spend actual time with each other. Even still I could never hate him. I could not deny the way I felt for Logan. He was the one thing that kept me going even if he didn't want to know it.
"I'm sorry Willow, ah, fuck, this is what I mean....I'm a shitty person," he stammered, he was behaving erratic. "I'm sorry Willow...I'll never be able to say it enough," he repeated with more desperation in his voice. He never let his guard down for anyone, not even me. He got down on his knees and took my wrists in his hands shaking them a little aggressively. "Look at me," he demanded, pulling his hands away when he realised he was hurting me.
I looked down at him, even the pained expression he had couldn't take away the fact that he was gorgeous. Maybe a normal person would be scared by the way he was acting but all I felt was a longing for him to let his guard down just once, for me. It hurt so bad to see him like this, it hurt even more to know there was nothing I could do. I could feel the tears welling in my eyes. Why Logan? Why did it have to be like this?
"You deserve so much and I can never give you that," he added.
I couldn't hold it any longer. My eyes stung as tears fell down my cheeks. Why did he have to hit me where it hurt the most?
"You can," I sobbed looking at him, desperate for a sign I wasn't alone in this, "you choose to be like this Logan,"
"I'm going tomorrow Willow, I'm leaving and you need to forget about me, you need to be happy and this won't make you happy," Logan told me. He stood up shakily and turned his back on me phasing for a moment as if he was contemplating what to say. He shook his head silently and walked away.
"No! Don't go!" I called after him, falling to my knees. I heard the front door open and then close. He was gone. "Don't go Logan. I love you. Don't leave me," I sobbed, with only myself to hear.
There was nothing I could do. There was no one I could tell. Logan would be oceans away tomorrow.
CHAPTER ONE
ONE YEAR LATER
"Willow, do we need to talk about it?" Mom asked.
She was
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