It's only the beginning ( Part two of Logan's ghost story)

NEW POV.
Ayas pov.

I glace at Logan and begin to stare in his eyes. I always get lost in those beautiful eyes of his. It's like a maze that can't be escaped. I continue to stare in his eyes until I had more thoughts pop in my mind. I start feeling the built up tears making my eyes glossy.

I look away and back at the recliner my dad use to always sit in. I would always wait for him while I sat on the recliner. I would always be here or in the room until he would come. When they told my family what happend I wouldn't leave this room until I knew dad wasn't coming home. I always said that he wasn't gone he was just resting. I knew it wasn't the truth though.

I feel the warmth from Logan's body heat surround me like a warm blanket. I knew he would eventually comfort me. It made me feel a lot better.

" Logan...." I say quietly so no one else could hear our conversation.

"Yeah?" He asks curiously.

" I'm sorry for doing this..." I say quietly. The smoke goes off and I quickly grab a gas mask I had quietly set out. I hear Logan begin coughing making me feel terrible. Soilders come walking in with guns pointed. Im guessing they already caught the other ghosts who are most likely passed out now.

We walk outside as I immediatly glance over to Logan's lifeless looking body. I frown but no one can see it. I never wanted to do this. I was forced. I was forced to do all of this because of one person. The person I have had to hold as a lie for the burdens he has made. I don't want to hurt the ghosts but I must.

I force the mask off my face throwing it to the ground. I feel my eyes becoming glossy again. It's always one apple that makes a bad bunch is all that runs through my head. I quickly push my black cover mask over my mouth.

" Ah, it's all a good days work so far." States the person of my nightmares. I glare but quickly close my eyes so he doesn't see it. I clench my fist close.

" Rorke?" I say in a type of questioning voice. I never want to really ask things but I always do. The uncertainty ran through my veins my whole life. My fathers death was always an uncertainty. When I saw what was happening I knew exactly who was able to do that distruction. The person who's genetics I inherited. The person who stands infront of me now. I feel him put his hand on my shoulder and he moves my face up so I look at him.

" You did good today." States Rorke happily. " Im glad we were reunited hon." I look down disappointed. My hair wipped as wind blew furiously threw it.

" Why did I have to do that?" I question. He just shrugs. I open my eyes with a glare. He smirks.

" You really helped us ya know." States Rorke seeming pleased. I on the other hand was not pleased. Not for one second. I was gritting my teeth the whole time. Rorke frowns with displeasure. " Just know I'm still commander. Your just a Nobel without the full command. Your mine and not property for the ghosts to use." I attemp to nod but its a slight nod to where barly anyone could see it. He smirks as he also nods his head in approval.

" Should we be heading off then?" I ask curiously. He nods.

" Best get goin if we want these guys to not wake up until we get there." States Rorke. " Good job kid."

" Thanks dad..." I say wearily.

Why does it need to be him? Why can't I just be myself and not a monster. Because I can't thats why.