“Cuffed to my bed,” I say when I lower the bottle. I run my sleeve over my eyes, then turn up the bottle. I couldn’t stick around for a full confession.” “Yeah,” I say, dropping to a chair and grabbing the bottle of whiskey he has hanging out of his go-bag. I’m trying to find some more info on Ken-” I slam the door behind me, and stalk next door to where Leonard almost falls off the chair when I burst in. “Her revenge?” I ask bitterly, shaking my head as I turn and stalk away. “Someone like that? Someone who would kill or die to keep you safe? Someone who loved you so much that she almost gave up her revenge?” I can’t be friends with someone who could watch me fall in love with someone like that and not tell me the truth.” “Are you serious?” She has the nerve to ask that with incredulity in her tone. I’m fucking done with you,” I say on a broken promise. “Logan!” she yells, but I turn around and face her, slowly regaining my calm.

“You knew!” I shout with accusation, as my fist slams into the wall, and my entire body heaves for a breath of air that doesn’t feel lined with lead.

Her lips move for several seconds before words actually start coming out. I’ve never found that to be harder to do than today. In this unit, you train against showing emotion at all costs. “You knew?” I ask her quietly, my tone full of disbelief and heartbreak.Įverything hurts right now, even as I fight off the onslaught of emotions. She doesn’t even have to say the words, but I want to hear them. “Or living just a few cabins down, right?” I ask dryly, though there’s an edge to my tone that has her entire body stiffening. Don’t scare someone like that when there’s a serial killer literally in our backyard.” She jerks out her earbuds, clutching her chest with her free hand. Hadley jumps when I sling open the door to her room.

Paint It All Red by S.T. Abby