Behind Closed Doors

Chapter Three

The man that came in last time, John, opened the door. He looked me over once and then over at Logan. "Time to go."

Logan nodded and walked out of the room with John, not sparing me a second glance.

I didn't want him to give his life for me. I wanted to get out of there but not this way.

After letting my thoughts get the best of me, I soon drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

The sound of grunting and the door closing woke me up. In the dark I could see a figure walking into the room doubled over.

I immediately sat up and turned on the lamp. I nearly fell getting out of bed to run over to Logan.

"Logan?! What happened?!" I grabbed his arms and held him up until we walked over to the bed. Blood covered him and he was holding his side, where the blood was coming from.

"They--" He stopped and groaned loudly. "I got stabbed." He groaned out.

I ran into the bathroom and grabbed one of the towels to press against his wound.

"Fuck!" He yelled as I applied pressure. I tried to mumble soothing words but I'm sure that hurt like a bitch.

"Who stabbed you?" I questioned worriedly as I tried to stop the bleeding.

He pulled my hand away and ripped off his shirt so I could clean it better.

My eyes widened as they raked over the scars on his body. There were tons of them. Jagged white lines stretched across his chest. On his stomach were burn marks and on his sides were long white stab wounds. He had at least 50 scars and that was only on his front.

"This is how they train us. They would abuse us until we showed no emotion." He stopped my hand that pressed against the wound, making me look up at him. So this is why he's the way he is.

"This is why you can't stay here. They'll do this to you too." His blue eyes were set on mine, determination was the only emotion present.

I shook my head and continued to clean the wound. I didn't want to do this, but he's left me no choice. I don't want him hurt because of me. "Logan." I took a deep breath. This is what's best for him and for me. "You can't come and take care of me anymore. You need to stay away from me." I told him as I finished cleaning the stab wound. I stood up and took a step back, needing some space between us.

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "No." he stood up with some difficulty, and limped over to the couch where he sat.

My face scrunched up and I tilted my head to the side. "What do you mean 'no'?" I followed him to the couch and stood in front of him.

He laid back on the couch and closed his eyes. "I meant 'no'." He said in a duh tone.

I shook my head in disbelief. "You will stay away!" I stated in annoyance. Why can't he do what I ask for once?!

He shook his head no.

I groaned loudly. "Get out!" I pointed towards the door. He popped one eye open, looked at me and then closed it again.

I groaned again in annoyance. "Why can't you do what I ask!?" I raised my voice at him. He continued to ignore me.

I huffed and sat down next to him. "Please?" I batted my eyelashes at him with pleading eyes, hoping my change in tactics would work.

He opened his eyes and looked over at me. Finally seeing his sea blue eyes, I smiled in satisfaction. I poked my lower lip out, "Pretty pwease? For me?" I used my best baby voice and batted my eyelashes.

He stared at me for a moment with the straightest face on. I held the face until my bottom lip started to quiver.

Maybe crying will do the trick?

I thought back at how I thought he and I were going to die today. Tears immediately stung my eyes. I made my bottom lip quiver more and let the tears fall. "please?" I cried.

He laid his head back again and groaned, closing his eyes again.

I finally got to him. Take notes ladies. Crying always works. A victorious smile took over my quivering lips.

He looked back over at me. I quickly changed my expression back to a sad one. "the answer is still no." He spoke.

"God damn it!" I yelled, slapping his shoulder playfully, even though this wasn't a situation for it.

A smirk played on his face as he looked over me. He rubbed his shoulder and chuckled, dropping his hand back in his lap.

"You hit like a little girl."

I gasped dramatically, placing a hand on my heart. "That's rude, asshole!" I stuck my tongue out at him and was about to slap his shoulder again when he grabbed my wrist, stopping me midair.

I tried to jerk my wrist away but he had a firm grip on it. He licked his lower lip quickly. "Call me an asshole again." He threatened.

A smirk found its way to my lips. He doesn't scare me. Not one bit. "Okay, asshole." I laughed wildly.

He smirked evilly. His grip tightened on my wrist, then he pulled me toward him so quickly that I put my hand out to avoid falling into his lap. I looked down where my hand had landed and quickly pulled it away before looking up and meeting his eyes.

I. Just. Touched. His. Dick.

He let go of my wrist and jumped off the couch. "I'm gonna go- uh- take a shower." He stuttered, wiping his palms on his pants before rushing out of the room.

As soon as the door closed, I slapped a hand on my forehead. I quickly took it away and rushed into the bathroom to wash my face and hands.

I can't believe I just groped him by accident! Whoops.

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