Page 112 of The Fire Between High & Lo (Elements 2)

He dropped her hand and without any hesitation, swung around and hit me right in the eye and sent me slamming against the wall, making my body slide down to the ground from the sudden loss of balance.

Before I could stand, all I saw was Logan come charging down the alleyway, and I watched as he slammed his fist against his father’s jaw, knocking him to the ground. Sadie rushed over to me to help me stand. “Are you okay?” she asked, panicked, but I was fine, if not just shaken from the whole situation.

“I’m good, I’m good,” I said. My eyes fell to Logan who was standing over Ricky slamming his fists into his face over and over again. His eyes were hard, his stare cold, and he kept swinging.

“Logan, no!” I shouted. I yanked on his arm. His eyes were wild, the fire inside of him burning him to ashes.

Logan.

Lo.

My most painful low.

“Logan, that’s enough. He’s passed out. It’s okay.” I kept my voice gentle, trying not to show how scared I was. He went back to swing at his father, but I held onto his arm. “Look at me, Lo. Please,” I begged. “Logan, you are not him,” I promised, making him pause. “You are not him. You are not your father.”

He stopped.

“You’re okay, Logan Francis Silverstone,” I swore, tears falling down my cheek. “You’re okay. Give me your hand,” I ordered.

He took it.

I helped him up.

I watched his breathing slow as he climbed off of Ricky, and he stared at his bloody knuckles. I reached for his hands, but he yanked them away. His eyes fell to Sadie’s face, which was almost as bad as his father’s. “Shit,” he exhaled. “Come on,” he said, walking off. Sadie and I followed behind him as he led us to TJ’s doctor’s office.

After banging on the door, TJ came down in his pajamas and unlocked the door. “What the heck, Logan? It’s Sunday. Sunday is rest day.”

Logan didn’t say anything, but he stepped to his side, revealing Sadie and me.

“Shit,” TJ muttered. “Come in.”

We stayed there until we were all fixed up, and TJ checked on Sadie’s baby, who was thankfully okay. When we left, I told Sadie she could stay with me, but before she could reply, she received a text from Ricky.

Ricky: tell your hero that he’s going to pay for this. starting with his mom.

“Oh no,” I murmured, as Logan’s eyes widened with fear. “Call the cops.”

Chapter Forty-Three

Logan

Rushing to Ma’s apartment, I pushed the door open, my chest heaving. “Ma! Where is he?” I shouted. My heart almost stopped beating when I saw Ma on the ground, being kicked in the stomach repeatedly by the devil himself. I leapt at him and tossed him across the room with all my strength. I hurried to Ma’s side, trying to wake her up.

A snicker was heard behind me as he stood up. “Well isn’t this a grand family reunion? Don’t mind your mama there. She’s just taking a nap.”

I stood up and charged at him, wanting to tackle him to the ground, but I paused, hearing Alyssa in my head. You’re not your father.

“Just leave us alone, Ricky.” He looked a mess, as if he’s been using a lot of his own drugs.

“Not until I get Sadie back. You had your fun. Now give her back.” He hollered, walking toward me.

“Ricky…you need help, man.”

“Fuck off, asshole. Give me Sadie.”

“She’s not your property. She’s not going with you.”

He ran his hands through his hair, pulling on it out of anger. “I was there for you, boy! When you had nobody, I took you under my wing.”