Logan Mitchell's life was finally going perfectly...for the most part. He settled down with his high school sweetheart, Jocelyn, he had two amazing kids, 11 year old Annabella and 9 year old David...It was basically perfect. He still had money from his old career, his band Big Time Rush. He had even more now that he was a doctor. He was happy, unlike he use to be.

He thinks back to his childhood, the years of abuse his father brought towards him. He always wondered why out of all 7 kids his father had, it was always only Logan he did these horrid things to. The abuse was terrible, yes. It lead to him having to deal with problems such as depression, anxiety, self infliction, suicidal thoughts/tendencies, and schizophrenia, but he hadn't been having too much of a problem with that now that he was in his late 30s. It took him two years to finally admit to the police and his family after his fathers arrest, still in fear of what might happen. Of course he still had a nightmare every once in a while, or if for some reason there was a lot of violence directed towards him he might go into a flashback, but those weren't too common anymore.

Everything was almost perfect now. He was almost on his 15th year clean (it would've been more if he didn't have a terrible nightmare), and he hasn't tried to overdose in over 14. His father was out of prison now, which of course scarred him at first, but he started developing a small bond with his father. Was it strong enough to a point where he would want to be alone in the middle of the woods with the man? Oh heck no. But was it stronger than it was 25 years ago.

Everything was running smoothly. Sure, some weird things happened. His daughter being born with blazing red hair and dark red eyes when there was no history in either side of the family was a little weird. The fact that she can recall events from when she was 2 was also a little strange. He will admit, being thrown against the wall without even being touched for not giving her animal crackers when she was 6 was awfully different. But he tried to not think about it too hard.

Now his daughter with dark brown dyed hair and brown contacts walked into the living room and took a seat next to her father. They stayed up watching the Shrek movies while David and Jocelyn had a mother son bonding day. Eventually around 9, it had grown dark but his princess couldn't be more awake.

"Can I at least get up so I can at least turn on a light? It's almost pitch black in here" he said to his daughter who was laying on him, with no intention to budge.

"I got it" Annabella said, and with a snap of her fingers, every candle in the room caught a flame.

Now that was a little weird.

So I decided to try writing a multichap story again! I will try to update this one lol.

So what do you think is up with Annabella? Let's see if I'm painfully obvious or not! Lol :p