"Where were you? You were taken from the hospital and gone for a week!" Mom asked she still had her arm around me. IT's like she thought I'd be taken from right under her nose.
"Uh, it was a special place. Another secret government medical agency." I said smiling. She wasn't buying it but she understood I would explain it later. Everyone else bought it. They herded me into the living room and sat me on the couch. Logan was always a few steps behind my family more wanting to observe than help. After the swarm of questions that I dodged the truth for my family decided to go out tonight, as a celebration.
"Can I go to my rom first? I kind of miss my bed."
"Yeah sure honey take your time." Mom said. I grinned and ran upstairs and collapsed on my bed. Mmm the familiarities of home. I almost fell asleep before I heard the door open and close. I turned around and scanned my room. There was no one in here. I got up and walked to the open bathroom door. No one in there either. I looked at the other door that connected to our guest room. My parents did not let some random handsome guy have the guest room next to their daughters. Maybe they didn't expect me to come home. That hurt a little. I opened the door and my god was I in trouble. Logan was looking right at the door like he was expecting me to spy on him. I slammed the door closed and leaned against it. I heard his laugh coming through the door.
"You know dear, it's impolite to enter a room without permission. " he said. He opened the door and I just barely regained my footing before I fell.
"This is my bathroom! Get out!" I said quickly. He just laughed and leaned against the door. He does that a lot.
"This is our bathroom." He said correcting me. He walked towards me and gently brushed one of my brown curls off my face. "Your family was quite concerned for you." He said.
"Yeah, family does care about each other no matter what." I said the words yet I didn't believe my sister was too worried. She could easily move in on any territory of mine if i was dead. The bitch.
"Hmm. You think that's true even in a blended family?" He took a new strand of hair and began curling it around his long fingers.
"Yes!" I said impulsively. He grinned. "What do you have a step mom?" /he dropped my hair and backed away.
"Hardly. I am adopted." He said spitting the words out. I felt bad now. Sure living in the shadow of my perfect step-sister was terrible, mainly because she was far from perfect, but living with a family that was never yours because your true family didn't want you. That had to hurt.
"I'm sorry." I said. He studied my face not quite sure what to make of my apology.
"Why?"
"Well you-"
"Kiera! Come on! Get dressed. We can't wait that long!" I rolled my eyes. Parents.
"If I may ask, whose Tony Stark?" Logan said looking down at my shirt. I laughed.
"He's someone I met. I owed him a favor and this was what he wanted."
"Well he seems quite full of himself. I wouldn't trust a guy that cocky." I narrowed my eyes at Logan. Tony helped make sure my family was safe. I could trust whoever I wanted.
"Maybe I like my guys full of themselves!" I said turning away. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me back with enough force that our bodies were touching. I looked up at his face and saw a smirk form slowly on his face. He leaned down to my ear and whispered, his breath causing a cold breeze down my neck.
"And maybe I like my women full of fire." I tried very hard, and failed, to suppress the shiver that went down my spine when he said that. I looked him in those green eyes that now that I was closer had a tint of blue with them. My favorite. I felt his hand come near my cheek and saw that smirk form. That cocky, knows –so-much smirk. The one that Blayne would have right before he kissed me.
"Blayne!" I yelled and ran downstairs leaving Logan in the dust behind me. I forgot to ask my parents about him. Maybe they knew.
"MOM! BRAD!" I took the stairs two at a time down and practically ran into Michelle. "sorry." I ran around her and into the den where they were both looking pretty mad about something. Like they just got done arguing before I interrupted. "Oh sorry."
"What?" Brad said being very short.
"Have you guys heard any news about Blayne?" They both were very quiet. They looked at me then each other. Michelle joined us in the room. "He was at the party that night, and we fought about stuff. We broke up and he stormed off stoned and I heard him drowning in the pond. Where is he now?"
"We don't know. He's been missing since your accident. The town searched the whole woods and pond couldn't find any trace of him. We figured he's runaway." Brad said lightly the end of his story faltering. He was lying about him running away. Blayne was probably dead. That's what everyone in the town thought. I stumbled back. No no no. I bumped into something soft. I was sobbing. My whole chest heaving. I couldn't breathe. A pair of hands were on my shoulders. I felt myself start fading. No! Not now! I needed to focus. But Blayne is dead. I can't even remember my own name. But my family can't know about my powers. They can't know about anything from SHIELD. They could die next. No I can feel myself letting go. No I have to fight it. With everything in me I had to forget Blayne. It must've worked because there was no gasping at me because they couldn't see me. Or maybe they were stunned into silence. I looked down at myself first. Yes I was still whole. My mom knew the amount of hurt I felt losing someone. She felt it twice before with me. I put my hand on the one on my shoulder and was taken aback at the chill of it. I turned around and Logan was the one to comfort me. Then… where was Michelle? Ah, by the mirror looking at her reflection surreptitiously. Typical. I mumbled a thank you to Logan and shrugged out of his hold.
"Kiera if I may?" He asked holding his hand out. What was this guy? Surely he was from Europe with his manners. "I'm sorry Brad but I think it'd be best to lay off the dinner plans for tonight. She's clearly had a rough week and needs to relax."
"Yes, let's lay off the dinner plans tonight . Kiera clearly had a rough week and needs to relax." If I wasn't still trying to fight of the thoughts of Blayne I would have noticed how he echoed Logan's words.
"Brad, come on let's go see what's in the fridge." Mom said ushering him out. Michelle looked over at me reaching for Logan's hand. She snorted.
"Why don't you just ask him to sweep you off your feet and I'll watch you ride away in the sunset on his noble steed." She hissed walking out of the room. Was that jealousy? From her? I laughed at the thought. Logan chuckled to himself.
"What's so funny?" I asked him. I raised my eyebrow trying to look serious.
"She assumes a lot of me and my intentions." He said gracefully motioning for me to make my leave of the room.
"Hmm? Then what are your intentions?" I asked clearly flirting. My god! What was wrong with me. I can barely flirt.
"Nothing even remotely similar to what she presumes." He said chuckling.
"What is it that's so…" I tried to think of the right word to sound smart. "Bold of her to presume?"
"She presumes I have a horse." He replied never missing a beat. I laughed and started walking up the stairs. I thought I heard him mumble something else. Something like 'and presumes I'm the good guy' but that could've of been me jumping to conclusions. I was always yelled at for mishearing things in this house anyway. Logan followed me up the stairs and to my bedroom door.
"Excuse me but this is my room. We aren't sharing this." I said crossing my arms. He nodded his head and smiled.
"Oh believe me I know. However, earlier when I was in there, it was by mistake I thought it was my own alright? Now please wipe that look of shock off your face, I happened to see numerous Queen sashes and crowns. What is that about?" I blushed and put my head down. Great. Now he knows I have no intelligence. I sighed and looked back at him.
"Homecoming, Prom, and County Fair Queens. I guess people just like me. But don't you dare think less of me for it! You have no idea how hard it is to be judged by a panel and give an impromptu answer in front of hundreds!" He chuckled.
"You are also one to jump to conclusions. You would honestly think I would find you less of a person if I knew you had been a queen of so many things."
"Well yeah i-"
"I find it…. Humbling to your character. That you have such a high title yet here you are, blushing a very unique shade of pink and wishing I hadn't taken notice." Damn. My blush was probably red now. I bit my lip. This guy was a charming devil with his silver tongue. I opened my mouth then thought better of it. He didn't need to know he was a smooth talker, judging by that smirk he already knew. I glanced across the banister parallel to my room and saw Michelle watching a movie and texting someone under her blanket. Why hide it? We all knew she was doing that. I clenched my jaw a little. A habit I picked up from my dad. "I take it you don't like her." Logan said leaning on the banister and facing me.
"Is it that obvious?" I said mocking him. He smirked again and nodded. He looked my body over and then turned his head. "Look I'd love to rant and rave about her but, I'd begin to raise my voice and she'd hear."
"I can understand hating your sibling. Especially when your never viewed as their equal only living in the shadow that they cast. A very disfigured shadow that no one but you notices. It can be… maddening." He said silently. Apparently he didn't like his adopted sibling too much.
"Yeah Logan it really sucks. She-" I had to stop myself. The roof. No one ever checked on me up there. "Would you mind accompanying me to my roof?" I said smiling. He looked taken aback a bit before he silently agreed. We walked into my room and out the window. I climbed up and I could hear him follow. I reached the point and laid on my back. I took in a deep breath. Yes, relaxing. The shingles were still warm from the daylight and it felt good. "Please make yourself comfortable." I said motioning to the vast amount of space left for him to pick from. He choose to sit next to me. He kept looking out over the fields we had and looking at the reflection of the lake. "Yeah it's a nice view when you just need to relax."
"You live here? I- It's…. I have yet to find a place with a view as stunning as the one at my own home."
"Speaking of which where are you from?" He looked over at me and didn't know what to say. "Sorry, I understand if you don't want to share." I cursed myself for being so dumb. His father was in the CIA and we know what happens when you share vital information like that. It became quite and I could hear my dog barking from below. Was he in the back yard the whole time? How could I forget him?
"Pooch!" I yelled excitingly. This cute Rottweiler was the gruesome 150lb guard dog that thought he was a lap dog and would lick you to death before he'd ever bite you. He was still a puppy at heart. Even though he was three. I neared the edge of the roof and looked down at him. He kept running around in circles and wagging his little stub of a tail waiting for me to play with him. Logan looked down at him.
"Ah yes, the dog." He didn't sound too thrilled.
"His name is Mack and he's a baby." I sat on the edge and braced myself. I have done this countless times. Twenty feet was nothing to fall from after I broke my wrist the first time. Logan must have understood I was going to jump because he tried grabbing my arm to stop me and only succeeded in both of us falling off the roof. Niether of us screamed but even though I was the first to fall he ended up below me and cushioned my fall.
"Umph." He said.
"Oh my god are you ok?"
"Your god? Pft. Gods." He said laying on his back. I moved off of him and tried to look for any scratches but Mack beat me to it. Logan's face was being covered in kisses and Logan pushed my dog off but Mack kept pushing back. I laughed.
"Mack- haha- come here!" Mack came and laid down beside me and I pet him. Logan propped himself up on his elbows and wiped his face off.
"He did that when I first got here."
"Mmmm…. I think he likes you." I said smiling. Mack was kicking his leg while I pet him. Logan looked over at me.
"I really wasn't looking for his affections. Perhaps someone elses." He said glancing at me then getting up and brushing himself off. I got up and tried questioning him but he put a finger to my lips. He kissed my cheek and looked me in the eyes. "Goodnight, my queen." He said with a noble air and walked away. It was so tender I barely felt his cool lips on my burning hot face. I put my hand over the spot and my mouth hung open. I heard the muffled movement of Logan's feet as he turned around. "You might want to close that mouth dear, I hear this Indiana place is swarming with insects." I didn't have to look, I could hear the cocky smirk in his words. That bastard. That, gentlemanly, bastard.