I lay in bed, starring at my bracelet. Light from the computers making it glisten. It’s the prettiest thing I’ve ever owned. I think back to earlier in the car, and smile. I kinda wish I would’ve looked up for his reaction after I kissed him, but I was too much of a chicken shit. I’ve never liked a guy. Especially the way I’m starting to with Logan. I’ve never even had a boyfriend. I considered talking to Chelsea about it earlier, but quickly dismissed the idea. I’m not sure if she would even care, or better yet she might not like it. They all seem really close. Like a very tight knit family. I would rather not make anyone else hate me, Bobby makes it hard enough. I sigh and roll over to my back. Everyone fell asleep a few hours ago, but I’m still wide awake. To many thought running through my head.
I hear a blanket rustle from across the room, I turn slightly to see Logan rolling over. A few minutes pass, and he does it again. He looks so pathetic trying to fit his body over top of the small couch. After a few more minutes of him switching positions, I quietly get out of bed. Making my way over to him, I’m careful to not wake the others. Once I get close enough I softly clear my throat. He turns towards me, looking shocked.
“Shit, sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.” He whispers.
“You didn’t. I can’t sleep either.” I whisper back with a shrug off my shoulders.
“Is everything okay?” He ask me.
“Yeah. Um would you mind maybe…” When he just continues to stare at me, I finally use what little bit of courage I have left. “Would you maybe wanna sleep with me.” His eyes seem to grow double their size. “Shit, I meant to just sleep. It’s just, I can’t sleep and you look so uncomfortable on this couch.” His eyes flicker from my face towards the bed, and then back again. Right when I’m getting ready to tell him never mind. He surprises me.
“Yeah.” He says clearing his throat. “If you’re sure you don’t mind, this couch is a bitch.” I laugh at his use of words and shake my head no. I don’t mind. He stands up and reaches for his pillow and blanket, following quietly behind me. I lean over and crawl into the bed first, laying closest to the wall. I lay there a few seconds, and then feel the bed dip. I can hear his breathing, it sounds heavy in the dark room. I look over and notice he’s nearly hanging off the edge of the bed.
“You can scoot over Logan, I won’t bite.” I whisper.
“Sorry.” He says scooting closer, till our hips touch. “I just don’t wanna frighten you.” He tells me, and my heart does a little flip in my chest.
“You don’t.” I say, trying to reassure him. “I knew when I first met you, that you wouldn’t hurt me, and I still believe that.” He’s silent for so long, I’m beginning to wonder if I should’ve said that. I roll to my side facing him, and take in his scar. Without thinking about it I reach up and trace along the jaded lines. His breath catches, but he doesn’t say anything. “How did it happen?” I ask him. “You said your father did this to you?”
“Yeah. He uh, wasn’t a very nice man.” He says in a gravelly voice. “Alcoholic.” Is all he says.
“How did he do it?”
“Um, with a lighter. He was mad that I didn’t finish mowing the yard, I tried explaining I’d ran outta gas but he wasn’t having it. So he grabbed the gas jug and took what was left in it and threw it on me, then he proceeded to hold me down and take his lighter out and throw it at me.” His voice seems steady, but the not so subtle way he grinds his teeth tells me he’s anything but.
“I’m sorry.” I whisper.
“It was a long time ago. I’ve moved past it, but… sometimes I’d like to show up at that prison, and set his whole cell on fire, with him still in it.” I know how he feels.
“Earlier when I said those things to my father, I wasn’t lying. I’d love to watch him experience the things he put me through.” I tell him. He rolls his head to face me, but continues laying on his back.
“He should rot in hell for what he did to you.” He tells me with a look of anger. “But once we get to your uncles and he finds out the rest of the story, Tray will make him pay for what he’s done.” He swears to me.
“No.” I tell him. “I don’t want him to know.” He goes to sit up, but I grab his arm stopping him.
“Haley he should have to deal with the consequences, for what he put you through.”
“Please. I just want to wait a while. I just got my life back. I can’t stand the thought of police reports, and the media attacks. I just want to focus on me right now. Please, Logan.” I ask again. Praying he’ll understand. He doesn’t look like he wants to agree, but he reluctantly nods his head. I relax back into my pillow.
“Eventually you’ll have to tell people. Your uncle deserves the truth.” He says softly. I blow out a breath, making goose bumps appear across his arm.
“I know.” I say. We lay there for I’m not sure how long. Bobby’s hushed snoring the only sound in the room. Eventually I close my eyes as sleep draws me in.
“Goodnight, Haley.” I hear like a soft flutter by my ear.
“Night.” I try to mumble back but I’m not sure if the word actually escape my lips.