Concerns

Logan waited nervously until the door opened. Marc was standing in front of him. Logan was startled by his appearance. He looked incredibly tired and exhausted, yet he managed to smile. "Ah, Logan, I thought you'd come by."

"Yes," Logan replied, following Marc into the house. "Kendall said Camille is sick."

A shadow flitted across Marc's face. He sighed. "Do you want to go to her?"

"If that's okay..."

"Of course. She's in her room."

"Come in," Camille shouted, surprised when not Marc but Logan opened the door.

"Hey," he greeted quietly.

"Hi."

"Can I come in?"

She nodded. But when he closed the door and went to her, she wondered if that had really been a good idea. She hadn't showered or brushed her hair. She had to look awful and she felt so bad. Logan sat down beside her on the edge of the bed and looked at her worriedly. No, he just didn't look at her, he studied her intently. As if he was looking for something. That look made her nervous and she felt irritable. She couldn't stand it. "Stop looking at me like that! I know that I look awful." As she uttered these words, she was immediately sorry. Carefully she looked at Logan. He looked embarrassed and looked away. "I'm sorry," he muttered.

Camille took his hands in hers. "No, I'm sorry. I'm just not myself right now."

"But why? What happened?"

When she didn't answer, he said, "You are not sick, are you?"

Camille bit her lip and nodded slowly. "It's true. I'm not sick." She hesitated for a moment, then said, "I ... I had a nightmare last night."

Logan gave her a sympathetic look. "Oh, Camille," he said quietly, hugging her. She pressed her face against his shoulder and closed her eyes. He rocked her gently in his arms. "Do you want to tell me what exactly you dreamed?"

She raised her head and when she looked into his warm brown eyes, she knew she couldn't tell him. Tears came to her eyes. "Is it enough for you to know that it was the worst thing I've ever dreamed in my life?"

"I'm sorry," Logan whispered, hugging her again. After a few minutes, he asked, "Why didn't you call me?"

Camille hesitated. "Well ... It was in the middle of the night, you slept and today was school and ... and I didn't want to bother you."

Logan shook his head. "Camille, I told you, if anything happened, no matter what, then you can call me anytime. No matter how late it is. OK?"

She nodded and he kissed her.

Marc raised his head as he heard footsteps on the stairs and saw Logan coming to him. He sat down.

"And?"

"She fell asleep."

Marc was stunned. "How did you manage that?"

Logan shrugged.

"Well, it doesn't matter. She has hardly slept since last night. I hope she gets some rest now. "

Logan looked at Marc worried. "You should probably sleep too. You look pretty exhausted."

Marc waved off.

There was silence for a few minutes, then Marc asked, "Did she tell you what happened last night?"

Logan shook his head uncertainly. "Well ... she told me she had a nightmare. But she didn't tell me what happened inside."

Marc sighed but said nothing.

"I don't understand that. She has always told me about her dreams. What can be so bad that she doesn't want to tell me?" Logan was upset. He took a deep breath to calm himself. "I just want to help her and be there for her," he said quietly. Marc looked at Logan thoughtfully. Should he tell him? Actually, that was Camille's business and if she hadn't told Logan, then he also shouldn't tell him. But Logan just wanted to help … He sighed again and made a decision. "She didn't tell you, because it was the first time you appeared in these dreams."

Logan stared at him in disbelief. "What?"

Marc told him everything Camille had told him last night. When he came to the part with Logan's smashed legs, he saw the guy involuntarily stroking his thighs with both hands, as if he suddenly felt pain in his legs. He noticed Marc's look and crossed his hands in his lap. When Marc had told everything, Logan stared at him in horror. Marc sighed. "It's all my fault."

Logan looked at him in dismay and shook his head. "No, of course not. You..."

"Yes. It's my fault," Marc interrupted. "Which father lets his underage daughter travel alone to New York for a whole year and doesn't even visit her there?! I wanted it, but she always said that she had no time. Of course, I now know that Andrew was behind it. But if I had gone to her anyway, I might have noticed what that bastard did to her and got her out of there. I ... I let her down. And now she's having nightmares and she suffers and it's all my fault! I am probably the worst father in the world. If my wife had experienced that, then..."

"Mom wouldn't have thought you were a bad father. And I agree."

Logan and Marc looked around in surprise. Camille stood in the living room and looked at her dad seriously.

"Camille..." Marc started, but Camille shook her head. She approached him and hugged him. "You didn't do anything wrong, Dad. If you, Kendall, or anyone else had come to New York, Andrew would have done anything to stop you. It was right that you didn't come. I would have been too worried about you. Please, don't blame yourself."

While Marc returned his daughter's embrace, Logan quietly got up and walked over to the kitchen. He didn't want to disturb that father - daughter moment. He sat down on a chair and thought about life.

He didn't know how long he had sat there and lost himself in his thoughts until someone tapped him on the shoulder. He turned his head and saw Camille standing beside him. She smiled at him and put her hands on his shoulders. "Do you still have time to stay here for a while?"

He nodded. She took his hand and led him out of the kitchen and through the living room. He looked around for Marc. "Where is your dad?"

"I told him to take a pill and go to sleep."

Logan nodded and followed Camille into her room. There he wanted to sit down again on the edge of the bed, but Camille shook her head. "No, lie down next to me."

He hesitated for a moment, then shrugged. "Okay." He positioned himself next to Camille and put his arm around her. "How do you feel now?"

"Better."

There was a comfortable silence between them until Camille said, "Tell me what happened at school."

"Not much. Jo helped Kendall with the new students and Miss Collins told us what's coming up this year. There will definitely be many projects. Many students were happy about that. However, the joy in the subject of final exams was no longer available. But everyone was excited when they heard about the prom. Well, that was all. By the way, the others are greeting you."

Camille nodded. "These projects are a good thing, but it also means we will not have so much time together this year. Kendall and I will have to organize a lot this year. Some of it probably even after school or on weekends. For example, the preparations for the prom will take weeks. The last year is really intense."

Logan agreed morosely. He hadn't thought of that. Camille smiled suddenly. "Well, at least there will be a day this year that will only be ours."

"Really?" Logan asked, interested. Camille nodded. "Sure, of course. Our first anniversary."

"I don't feel like we've been together for a year. Last year was pretty ... eventful."

Camille nodded. "Yes, the year passed quickly. We can only hope that this year will be better than the last one."

"It will," Logan assured her with a smile. He thought for a moment. "What do you wish for the anniversary?"

Camille shook her head, smiling. "Logan, you don't have to give me anything. I always told you that."

"Yes, but this is our first anniversary. This is an important day."

"And what do you want from me for the anniversary?"

"The girl doesn't give the boy anything," he said.

"Who says that?" She asked defiantly.

"Tradition," he replied confidently. Camille smirked. "In which century are you stuck?"

He waved off. "Come on, tell me."

"I have to think about it first."

Logan sighed. "All right."

Camille felt bad all of a sudden. She had lied to him. She didn't have to think about what she wanted. She already knew it, for a long time. But that wasn't an easy wish and she was afraid of Logan's reaction. He always said that he would fulfill her every wish, but in that case he might have to disappoint her for the first time...