OKAY OKAY! Before ya'll gripe, and bitch, and complain about how I'm some lazy ass white girl, I just want to say that I have been focusing A LOT on my education since 9th grade IS the year we start getting college transcripts so yeah AND I workout now (I wanna loose about 10-25 lbs) and I'm feeling a lot better and have a lot more energy :D ANYWHO I started on this story like 4 5 days ago? And I kind of put a lot of effort into it and if you don't like it psh beats me! Plz leave the hate in review box OR u can PM me personally if u strongly hate it ;) Haha anyway review pwease? Cuz I mean I don't wanna waste my PRECIOUS finger energy lol jk and about IN THE DARK! I WILL UPDATE THT SOON! Im just kind of got a writer's block :p Ug fuck off u damn block! Anyway let's get 2 it shall we?
His petite yet masculine frame hands helped support his beaten body over the bathroom sink. Logan was 16 years young, tough as nails and cold as ice but here he stands, broken and beaten from the outside in. He slowly brought up his head to unwillingly gaze at what harm his dad had did to him this time. The brunette sighed heavily now staring face to face with 'his' victimized body. He shifted a bit of his weigh to his right hand and used the other to touch the new and open wound to see if this was real.
"Ssshhit!" he gritted out between his straight, pearly white teeth as he touched the exposed abrasion. Of course it hurt like a motherfucker! There was a huge laceration from his cheek bone, or where it was supposed to be since his family genes never consisted of protruding cheek bones, to the middle of his jaw line. It was somewhat deep; probably going to leave a scar but Logan didn't give a fuck, as long as he wasn't dying. Lucky for him, his wounds have always healed, never said that they didn't leave scars, but they always healed, it'll just add to his vast collection of scattered scars on his body and plus, he was tolerated to this sort of pain. He's had worse. Way worse.
He bit his lower lip as if trying to make a decision but yet in such a harsh way you would think he was trying to hold back pent up anger (mostly hatred). The boy cocked his head to the right to give himself a more detailed look at the battle wound. He ran the pads of his fingers around the outline of the now red and inflamed line, which stung at the most sensitive touch. Maybe his dad went too far this time? I mean deliberately throwing an empty beer bottle at your own flesh and blood WAS pushing the limits. He let out strained groan as he ran his pale, lanky fingers through his jelled up raven hair. He pursed his and looked back down at the marble sink; he couldn't look at himself anymore. This WAS too much; THIS was getting out of hand.
He made a harsh turn and walked out of the bathroom. Logan made his way over to his night stand and grabbed his phone and pressed the home button. Good. Only 11:46 pm. To dark for anyone (the cops) to see him however not late enough for the serious shit that goes on around here in Minnesota at nighttime.
Logan's pupils contracted swiftly to the dramatic change of light from dim to bright, causing him to squint as he turned up the light alteration settings mounted on his wall. He searched around the room, looking for the things that he requires. The 16 year old boy knew what to do and what not to do when running away, this isn't his first rodeo. The last few times he didn't make it as far as he would've liked to due to his father's soberness and for once in his life giving two shits about his son before his wife died and set out an Amber Alert. But now? Now his dad is passed out cold at the kitchen table probably dreaming of beating Logan more.
"Okay, okay just the things I need" Logan murmured to himself while rummaging around for the necessities. He packed light: His wallet, his phone, and his phone charger.
"Alright" he patted the back of his pockets as if to make sure the items he placed in there were still there. He jumped over a few objects as he made his way to the door. One last look at this messy room and he shut the door.
It wasn't that hard to get out of the house considering his dad was out like a fucking light so he didn't think that he had to stay on his toes while sneaking out. This was it, he was really doing this for good and he was ready. No looking back now.
As he stepped foot outside, the crisp late October air hit his skin like an Arctic wind, sending chills running down his spine, raising his body hair so that it stood straight up along with continuous hills of goose-bumps. Logan shuddered and tensed up his muscles trying to create any heat possible to help out with his bodies' quivers.
"God! I forgot my fucking jacket!" Logan mentally face palmed himself. But no, he could survive without one, it wasn't THAT cold out. He didn't want to create any indication of weakness or hesitation too early in this battle for freedom.
He started out his long journey with a confident, prompt paced walk. Moments like this though made him regret never trying his best when taking his driver's test, but his dad told him that he will never and could never do anything right no matter how hard he tried. The thought of that replayed in his head causing him to curl his fists up in his pockets and to clench his jaw, thankfully, creating a little more warmth as rage coursed through his ice cold veins like wildfire.
All of the sirens and yelling of the night life could be heard from miles away, actually keeping Logan entertained for a bit by trying to make out what people were saying when yelling at their peers. But that keep a 16 year old occupied for so long. The teenager took out his phone, see if any notifications came up. Nothing. It was tempting to start fiddling with it but that would waste precious battery that he needs to be frugal with know, he knew better than to do that. His mind started to stray again as he walked in and out of shadows created by dimly lit street lights. He wandered off of the sidewalks so that he had a less chance of him being caught walking the streets at almost midnight. What would he do about school? Well it's not like he really went. What about money and food? Eh he'll find something. Where will he sleep in 40 degree weather? That made him start to panic a bit. He's ran away before but that was 2 years ago, that building is probably long gone now. What if he-
"AY BOY! GETCHO ASS BACK INSIDE DA DAMN HOUSE" a rather large, lady of color emerged from one of the many rundown apartments that Logan was forced to walk by yelled.
Logan's heart literally stopped beating for a microsecond, his pupils dilated, and he could've sworn he grew 3 inches. Adrenaline was taking over his body now. His 1st instinct was to hall balls away and into the next open yard but that was too risky so he stealthily snuck back to the well kept hedges behind him, hoping his black shirt and skinny jeans would keep his ass covered. He was crouched down so that he looked like a lion stalking his pray.
"Moma!" a little boy around 9 or 10 years old was now fully exposed from where ever he was hiding and was walking the vacant street up to his house "I jus' had ta get ma soccer ball 'dat Sheniqua left out!"
"Dominique! I almost had a damn heart attack not knowin' where yer ass was!" the little boy was now at his mother's feet "Just get cho' ass inside da house" she grabbed his ear for emphasis.
Logan could hear the faint rambling on about her worries to the boy when the shabby door was slammed shut, cutting off her sentence. Logan steadied his breathing and cautiously stood up to his now numb legs. He ran as far as he needed to go to get away from anymore potential danger. He stopped to catch his breath again; he ran a pretty far distance and his adrenaline was spent. He had to admit that he was pretty warmed up now, but he also was exhausted from the long journey he had conquered so far and now that extensive run he just had moments ago.
He walked out the rest of his jitters and slowed his heart down in the making, currently looking for a good place to stay. Fortunately for him, he was in the part of town where pretty much every building was abandoned so maybe he could strike some luck and spend the night in one of them.
Logan trotted up to the curb of the sidewalk and looked both ways down the empty road to make sure no one was out then he darted across the street to the first abandoned building he saw. He made it safe and sound. Closer up, the old factory was covered with unattended vines, even the door was slightly engulfed by the plants. Thank God these weren't the barb vines! He shredded through the vines and pressed his shoulder into the chipped, white, paint door until it was seized open. The sound of the ravens flapping their wings made Logan spook a bit.
Only the moonlights rays vaguely lit up the old brick building, displaying silk spider webs hanging from every corner, rotting wood (which could explain the smell), and broken scattered pieces of brick on thin a thin layer of dirt. The boy was fatigued beyond belief, he was too tired to make his own bed or anything, and instead, he made do with his cubicle of a space and laid on his uninjured the dust and let exhaustion get the better of him. He needs to sleep; he has a big day ahead of him tomorrow.
So yeah this was RLLY long, I had to cut out quite a lot of parts so yeah… And if u didn't understand Logan ran away from his abusive father and is now going ANYWHERE but his own home so :P I hope u enjoyed plz R&R! I'll appreciate it! I LOVE ALL YA'LL STAY SEXY YO! Hehe love ya *mwah*
Lots of Kogan Love,
~Kelsey
