An Echolls Family Truth

Previous Chapters: Logan gets a mild case of alcohol poisoning; Trina is photographed entering an abortion clinic; their exploits land them on the cover of a tabloid. Logan walks in on Aaron having sex with a woman.

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Logan slammed the door in shock. He couldn't tell whom his dad was with, but he was sure it wasn't his mother. He walked around the living room in a daze, stopping at the bulletin board that Lynn tried to maintain.

In a ew weeks, Logan noticed, his parents would be taking their biannual vacation. October 3rd was marked as their departure date.

A few minutes later Logan heard the sliding door to the house open, and his dad's loud footsteps. Logan turned to leave the room but Aaron grabbed his arm and yanked him around.

"You better keep your mouth shut Logan," he said slowly.

"I can't believe you. You think I'm just going to stand by and let you cheat on my mother?" Logan yelled, pointing to the bulletin board, "in 3 weeks you're taking her on a cruise. So today you cheat on her?"

"My personal life is none of your god damn business, so watch it, Logan. But I will tell you this. A lost playstation? The least of your worries," Aaron snarled as he twisted Logan's arm. "A broken arm? Not even close."

"Dad! Let go of me!" Logan yelled, his arm throbbing in pain. Aaron just laughed and shoved him to the ground.

"Cry Logan. Go ahead! Cry!" Aaron stood above him as tears welled in Logan's eyes, laughing as Logan held his arm and let out a stifled cry. "That's what I thought," Aaron sneered, kicking Logan's legs out of the way to walk around him.

Logan heard the front door open. It was Lynn. "Mom!" Logan cried out, giving her a pleading look.

Lynn looked from Aaron to Logan. "What did you do now?" She asked into the air. Logan wasn't sure which one of them she was talking to.

She bent down over Logan and gently took his arm. Logan stopped himself from cringing at the smell of wine on her breath. "It's not broken, I don't think," Lynn said quietly, looking up at Aaron. "So what did he trip over this time, Aaron?" She demanded.

Aaron laughed. "You're drunk. You're a filthy drunk."

"I'm not drunk! What did he trip over, Aaron? So I know what to tell my friends this time. Come on, Aaron. Last time his arm was in a sling, what was it? Did he fall off the dirt bike you gave to a toy bank in front of Fox News? Or was that the time he fell out of the big oak tree that can't be found anywhere in Neptune?" Lynn yelled, her voice rising. Logan looked at her in surprise.

"What the hell are you rambling about?" Aaron demanded.

Lynn threw a newspaper at him. "Read the front cover story, Aaron."

Aaron looked over it and grinned. "Would you look at that? We've been picked as the West Coast Celebrity Parents of the Year!"

"And below that, Aaron?"

"'Boy, 14, murdered by father.' So what?"

"You are going to kill our son! That man beat his son everyday until he finally snapped and-and-just killed him!"

Logan's heart sank. He realized that his mother was drunk. And she probably wouldn't remember this tirade tomorrow. And Aaron seemed to realize this because he winked at Logan and then softened his face and pulled Lynn into a hug.

"Sweetie, I am so sorry. I know I haven't been a great father lately. Please believe me when I mean that I don't mean to. I just snap. Logan was being just so disrespectful today. Tell you what, we'll go get that dirt bike today. Right now. Okay?" He pulled her apart and looked into her eyes.

Logan shook his head in disgust, about to protest when his mother offered Aaron a weak smile. "Aaron, I know you would never hurt him-us-purposely. You're right, though. Maybe I should just lay down. I might have had one too many with the ladies."

Aaron smiled at her and gave her another tight hug. "It gets the best of us. I had a beer or two this afternoon-maybe that's why I'm so temperamental. Here, let's go get you situated," he said and led her to their room upstairs.

Logan sat there in a daze. Trina walked in through the front door with a large grin on her face. "Hi, baby brother, get off the floor! The maids haven't been here in two days," she grimaced, then grinned again.

"What are you so happy for?" Logan asked, grabbing the table for extra support as he slowly got to his feet.

"This whole abortion fiasco has just gotten completely out of control, so I fixed it," she said nonchalantly.

"How can you fix an abortion?"

"Easy," she said and thrust the same tabloid into his arms. A week ago the title had screamed about the screwed-up Echolls children. Now, it had a picture of Trina crying and her friend holding her stomach in pain. "FRIEND ADMITS SHE HAD ABORTION; NOT AARON'S DAUGHTER" now was printed.

"How did you get her to do this?" Logan asked disgustedly.

"Money will get you anywhere in life, Logan. You know that. Just look at your report cards," she giggled into her palm.

"You paid your friend to take the blame for an abortion? And she went along with it?"

Trina flashed him at least ten hundred-dollar bills. "Repeat after me: Money will get you anywhere in life. Oh, daddy is going to be so proud of me. By the way, what happened to your arm? Did you fall down the stairs again?"

Logan shook his head.

"Of course you did. Well, bye," she said and ran up the stairs.

She met Aaron half-way. "Daddy, look at this," Trina said excitedly.

Aaron scanned the magazine and broke into a huge grin. "If you only your fucking brother could be this smart," he said, thumping the corner that had a picture of Logan drinking that night. "'Update on Logan Echolls' condition.' Update? Sorry world, my son is still an idiot, still screwing up, still embarrassing this family."

"Trina, I think it might be time to get you that car you've been wanting."

"Oh my god! That's so awesome! Oh, let me go get my purse," she said, shooting up the stairs.

When she was out of earshot, Aaron turned to Logan, who was slumped against the wall in disbelief. "That is how you handle a scandal, Logan," he said proudly.

"How would you handle America finding out that sweet, golden-hearted Aaron Echolls was a cheater, dad? Just wondering," Logan sneered back.

Aaron just scoffed. And took a swift step to Logan, grabbing the front of his shirt. "I can handle anything. I control this family. You can't do anything about it, now can you?"

Trina came back downstairs.

"Let's go, Trina. Logan, I think the guest room needs straightening. I gave the cleaners this week off. Maybe you can clean it up a little bit? I'll consider giving you a month's grounding instead of two."

"What about my dirt bike?" Logan asked angrily, although he knew there was no point in asking.

"Don't worry, little brother. I'll drive you around still, sometimes," Trina replied, walking out, holding onto Aaron's arm.

Logan held his arm but realized that the pain was slowly going away. His dad hadn't done anything requiring a sling or a brace or a cast this time.

He slowly walked out to the guest room, opening the door and peaking in. The sheets were ruffled and Logan felt disgusting just being in there. But he knew that this was just a twisted punishment, and if he didn't do it, Aaron would make him do something weird like sleep in there.

He walked into Aaron's entertainment center. Aaron was very weird about the area, and Logan had never been allowed near it. Logan just figured it had been his Porn station, and knew that he was right when on the floor just in front of it he saw a porn magazine with the title "TIGHT TEENS". "This is so fucking gross," Logan spoke out loud.

"What is so gross?" He heard a girl ask.

He turned around and saw Veronica Mars. He kicked the magazine under the bed. "Uh, nothing, just this room. Dad hasn't had the cleaners here all week so I have to clean it," he explained non chalantly.

"Yeah, it must suck having your cleaners have a whole week off," Veronica mocked him, grinning as she flopped onto the bed.

"Ugh, you might not want to lay there," Logan stifled a laugh.

"And why not?" She asked, sitting up.

"Um…Never mind. Want to help me make it?" Logan asked. She shrugged and the two made the bed.

"Who ever sleeps out here anyway?" Veronica asked.

"Um, if we have family or friends over I guess. We have spare rooms in the house but dad thought that having a separate house was cooler I think. No one ever does, anyway."

"Then who slept in here recently?" She questioned, bending down and picking up a bra from the ground. "Actually, I don't think I wanna know."

"Give me that," Logan snapped and threw it into the trash can.

Veronica sat back down on the bed and laid down. Logan did the same and pushed his head against hers.

"Ow, butthole," she whined, pinching his sides.

"You weakling!" Logan returned her jab and then when he saw her shriek and twist away laughed and started tickling her.

"Logan…No…Ow…I'm going to…Pee myself…Loooogaaaaan," she breathed heavily in between explosions of laughter as she tried to slip away.

"Not so fast," Logan said and pinned her down, turning quickly as he sat on top of her stomach. He grinned and moved his fingers in front of her face and started randomly jabbing her sides.

"Logan!" She yelped, laughing so hard that she had tears running down her face.

He stopped long enough to take a good look at her.

Veronica Mars was easily the prettiest girl he had ever seen in Neptune. She wasn't as prissy as some of the others, either.

"What?" She asked, noticing his stare. He shook his head and half-heartedly tickled her again.

"You suck," she laughed and moved quickly so he tumbled off of her. She pinned him down and quickly sat on his stomach.

"Oof, you weigh a ton!" Logan moaned playfully.

"Shut up!" She exclaimed.

"I knew you wanted me," Logan grinned, puckering his lips at her playfully.

To his surprise, she leaned down and kissed him.

He stared at her wide-eyed.

"Was that your first kiss?" She asked, looking into his eyes.

"Ye…No, of course not. I am THE pro, baby," he said, grinning back up at her.

"You are such a liar," she said, laughing as she went to step down.

Just then, Duncan and Lilly walked into the room.

"Wow, didn't know we were interrupting something," Lilly joked, standing with her hands on her hips, her eyes flashing mischieviously at Veronica. "We can leave, you know!"

"Yes! Leave!" Logan exclaimed just as Veronica and Duncan burst out, "No!"

Logan looked at Veronica, feeling hurt, but she wasn't looking at him. "You weren't interrupting anything, Lilly," she smirked back. "So what movie do you want to see?"