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The motel Logan pulled up to was small, to say the least, but so was everything in this town it seemed. He paid for a night there and decided to just shower and take a nap. After a long drive and a very odd interaction with the girl and her father, he was already tired of this fetching shit. In the evening, he decided to go to a bar he had passed. He wasn't at all surprised to see Laura's father sitting down at the bar alone already a few drinks in, so he sat as far from him as he could.

"New around here huh?" the older woman behind the bar said as she looked to Logan over. "What are you have'n."

"Gibson's finest, and leave the bottle," he said as glanced down the bar to where mr Grey was sitting.

The woman got him the bottle and set a shot glass down in front of him and watched how his eyes would glance every so often to mr Grey. "You some sort of Detective?" She asked rather quietly.

"What?" Logan mumbled, turning to the bartender.

"Detective, you keep glancing at old Mr. Grey. I was thinking you might be here on some business," She said as she took up cleaning glasses while standing in front of Logan.

"No, I'm not. Why?" he decided to ask.

"Town rumor more than anything. But you know what they say rumors are usually just truths hidden in a lie" she shrugged.

Logan looked to her and rose a brow as his interest was slightly peaked by now.

The old woman smirked seeing the look on his face as she leaned on the bar. "10 years ago that was a happy family man. Good job, pretty wife and cute kid," she started. "But one day, poof, the wife is up and gone. Not a word to anyone. Now, Nattie Grey, she was a school teacher, dedicated to her Church all that." The old woman paused and leaned in like this were a ghost story.

"But, since she disappeared, that sweet little girl stopped talking for about a year, and her hair had started to turn white. Everyone knows she's out at the corner store buying hair dye every few weeks. The rumor goes that old Mr. Grey snapped. Killed his wife and fed her to whatever lurks in those swamps and that girl watched her daddy do it. Now the man can't live with himself and that girl, she's all messed up 'cause of it. Spends all her time out at that old house." The old woman glanced back to him and stood upright and smirked. "But that's just a rumor. Old wives tale that gets spread around like wildfire."

Logan didn't respond, instead, he drank. He thought over what he had just been told while watching Mr Grey, mulling over what he had just been told.

The bar was quiet, for a while, until after Logan's fourth or fifth drink a group of young men came in, loud and talking shit. The group moved like a pack of dogs, already drunk, around Mr. Grey. The old man so far gone he could barely hold his head up.

"Well if it ain't old Grey. Where's the wife tonight?" One of the young men mocked.

"Ohh wait, right chopped up for gator food right?" Another laughed as they gave him a shove.

Logan had started to stand up, not wanting to watch this pack of young men beat up on an old man.

"Common old Grey why ain't you talkin?" The first young man spoke again as they shoved the older man from the bar stool.

Logan now was out of his seat fist clenched, ready for a fight but instead the older woman behind the bar shouted at the boys. "Get the hell outta' my bar if you shits are gonna mess with my regulars! I'll have your sheriff daddy out here again!"

The young men laughed "fine old lady! no trouble!" One grinned as the group started out the door, giving the old man a kick to the ribs and spitting on him as they left. But no one seemed to bat an eye at this.

The Mr. Grey was stumbling to try and get up, an arm around his waist as he coughed. No one seemed to care, and even the bartender had gone back to her own business. Logan laid his money on the table and went over and helped him up. Lifting one of his arms over his shoulders and the other around the middle. He couldn't stand seeing a man, defenceless, just beat up on, for nothing more than a rumor. Grey was so piss drunk Logan nearly had to carry him out to the truck from their house he recognized from earlier.

"A-Aint you that man talkin' 'bout that school" Mr. Grey slurred as Logan was putting him in the passenger seat. Logan patted the drunk man's pockets finding the keys to the truck.

"School for them special kids." He mumbled as Logan got into the driver's seat.

"Yea, that's me" he said as he started the old truck with a rumble pulling out and headed back towards Laura's house in the dark.

"You take her." The old man mumbled his head against the window. "You get her the hell out of here and far away from me."

Logan rose a brow again, he couldn't figure this out. Everything he was told, and now what he was saying only made it weird. "Why?" Logan dared to ask the drunk man.

"She needs help. She's got demons. Devils in her, I tried..." he mumbled his words barely coherent as he passed out.

Shaking his head, Logan sighed and drove in silence to the house. He pulled up to see that everything was almost like it had been when he had been there just earlier in the day. He got out, and nearly had to drag the man from the truck, keeping him up with his arm over his shoulder and other arm around his middle as he dragged him up to the porch where he knocked loudly.

Laura was there rather quickly seeing Logan though obviously surprised her. She opened the door without a word, not surprised by the state of her father as she nodded for Logan to follow her inside.

She lead him down the hall, opening the door to a bedroom that was obviously her father's as she pointed to the bed. "Just put him there..." she mumbled already turning around to head back down the hall to the kitchen. Logan dropped the man on the bed, leaving him there as he closed the door and followed her.

"What trouble was it this time? Passing out on the bar floor or pissing by the dumpsters?" she asked as she didn't even turn to look at Logan.

"Getting beat up by a group of guys thinking he did something," he retorted purposely being vague.

"Ah..." she mumbled and shook her head, the clicking of her piercings louder. "Look... Whatever you heard it's not true, ok?"

"I'm not one to assume things" Logan was quick to come back. "But what I saw tells me that you have something going on."

"Somethings that's none of your business..." she mumbled as she turned and looked to him. It was now that she realized she was taller than he was. She was a solid 6ft, and he at only about 5'8 or 5'9.

"Fine. But are you going to go to the school or not?" He asked, looking up at her getting frustrated with the mess he was getting in.

"Yea actually" she said as she rubbed the back of her head. "I am."

Logan was taken back by this, he didn't expect such a firm answer already, let alone just because he was asking so outright. But he didn't let that change his attitude as he nodded. "Fine then first thing in the morning..." he started as he looked to her holding out her hand.

"Right, keys. I'll take you back tonight" she said knowing he had drove her father home in his truck.

He nodded and handed her the keys as she lead the way out to the vehicle and got in. She was silent most of the way there as she pulled up next to where his truck was left she glanced at him. "You really think the school can help?"

"Helped me" he said as he got out of the truck leaving the door open as he looked at her. "Its full good people."

Laura was quiet a moment and she nodded. "Alright. I'll meet you at the end of my road in the morning," she said in a quiet tone. Her words coming out the least harshly since they had met.

Logan nodded as he closed the door and started inside of his motel room, watching her drive off. He went inside and laid down kicking off his boots as he closed his eyes. That was easier than he thought it may be.