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I’m stood frozen, my focus on Logan now, taking him in. I can’t believe I never noticed how slimy and evil he was before. There’s darkness behind those eyes, and never, not once, did I notice. I feel like a fool.
Noticing that I’ve finally turned around, his expression morphs into something else. He curls his lip, his gaze raking me up and down. A shiver runs down my spine as I step back.
“You want to tell them the truth? I was your friend for years, and you’re gonna ruin my life by spreading rumours?” he challenged, actually having the nerve to act insulted.
I blink back tears, shaking my head. “You raped me,” I rasp, something he already knows.
“No, I fucked you. There’s a difference. You felt guilty the morning after because of Alec, and you knew I was going to tell him the truth. You made it up thinking he’d believe you,” Logan declares, and I almost believe him. His manipulation skills aren’t going to work with me. I know him now, better thanheeven realises. I know the true monster that lives under the clean cut, rich boy show he puts on. I used to think he was charming. Now I know better. He’s a creep.
“You want to shut the fuck up,” Cole snarls, and goes to take a step towards him. Moving quickly, I grab his arm, stopping him.
“Please, he’s not worth it. Don’t get into trouble because of him,” I plead, knowing now that I need Cole more than I realised. It has nothing to do with the fact that he’s been my comfort since my world was turned upside down, but because I really do like him. I like being around him, even when he’s silent and broody. He’s a fantastic friend, loyal, and has a huge heart. He may come off like a grizzly bear, but deep down, he’s just a cuddly bear.
“See, she’s got you wrapped around her little finger. Careful, she might accuse you of rape too. Then again, with you, I wouldn’t be surprised if the allegation was true,” Logan taunts again, and my blood boils.
Hearing him place Cole in the same category as himself snaps something inside of me. Cole doesn’t have the chance to go for him before I’m flying at Logan, my fingers digging into his face, scraping down, skin getting trapped under my nails.
“You bastard. Don’t you ever say anything like that about him again. You’re a rapist,” I scream, slapping and punching him with all my strength.
“Willow,” Cole shouts. I feel his hands try to grab me, but I move, pushing Logan backwards. He falls over a chair, and I land next to him. The fall doesn’t stop my assault though. I punch out, slapping, kicking, hitting any part of him I can reach, not feeling anything but raging anger.
Strong arms wrap around my midsection, but it doesn’t stop me from reaching him. I keep hitting out at him, angry tears streaming down my face, clouding my vision.
“You’re a monster, a fucking monster, you prick. You raped me. You were supposed to be my friend, but you’re nothing but a fucking evil monster,” I scream, my breathing coming hard and fast. “I hate you. I fucking hate you.”
“Calm down,” Cole rumbles.
“No. I won’t calm down,” I tell Cole, before facing Logan again, my brows scrunching with disgust. “You’re going to wish you never met me. I’m going to ruin you. I’m going to—” A hand covers my mouth, stopping me from revealing what we’ve all got planned.
My body sags against Cole’s, feeling drained and foolish for letting him get to me, and for nearly revealing everything we’ve been working on to get him sent down.
“Like I care,” Logan sneers, pushing his friend who tries to help him out of the way.
I try to go for him again. Seeing that look causes the anger inside me to build and build. No one has ever made me this angry before—ever. I want to kill him, to scratch his eyes out and strangle the life out of him. It sickens me to know that I’m able to think of such thoughts, but they’re there, and they’re not going away.
“Let’s go,” Cole whispers. On wobbly feet, I take a step forward, nearly collapsing to the floor when I do. Cole picks me up, carrying me bridal style out of the chicken place, away from Logan and his smug fucking face.
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Back at our apartment, Cole takes me straight to my room before leaving me alone to get changed. I’m still shaking, my hands more than anything. I can’t seem to calm myself down.
Everything that was said and done in the fast-food joint keeps going over and over in my mind, like a broken record, wondering what I could have said or done differently. The truth is, though, I have no idea what I would have done differently. Would I have still attacked him? No clue! What I do know is that I would have liked to have said a lot more to him. I have so many questions, questions I know he’ll never willingly answer, not truthfully anyway. I want him to admit what he did to me and tell me why he would do this to girls. It’s not like he doesn’t have girls throwing themselves at him.
I quickly remove my coat and clothes, then slip on my fleece, moon and star pyjamas before sinking down onto my bed, my head falling into my hands.
More tears fall and a sob breaks free, along with a laugh. I’m going insane. That must be the reason for my erratic behaviour. It’s the only logical explanation as to why I’m laughing and crying like some lunatic.
A light knock on the door grabs my attention. Allie walks in, a concerned expression painted on her face. She’s been nailing that expression a lot lately, and I’m worried it’s going to be a permanent fixture on her face. She’s too pretty to get wrinkles so early on in life.
“Hey, can I come in?” she asks quietly.
“Yeah.” I nod, shifting on the bed so my back is against the pillows.
Sitting down on the edge of the mattress, she gives me a once over, probably trying to read my mental state. “Are you okay?”
“If you’re worried I’m going to start screaming and smashing my room up then you’ve got nothing to worry about,” I assure her, although half of me is wondering myself if that’s what I’m on the verge of doing. I don’t feel sane right now, not after what I just did, not after seeinghimagain.
She reaches for my hand. “I’m not worried about that. What happened back there was pretty intense.”