I was in complete shock of what Logan had just revealed.

"W-What?!" I stuttered. "You...murdered her?!" By the expression on my face, Logan could tell I was now frightened to be near him. He sighed, trying to hold in his sobs.

"Well..." Logan started.

"I knew it!!" I interrupted him, screaming. I then tried making a desperate attempt at fleeing, but I was so scared that I was unaware the door was locked. He turned me around to face him and shook me.

"Joanna! Snap out of it!" he yelled at me. "I didn't kill her, understand?" I looked into his hurt eyes, and knew that he told the truth. I settled down and sighed.

"Sorry for that." I apologized. "So...if you didn't kill her, and she didn't die of a disease, then what happened? I mean, you did say that she would still be alive if she never met you."

"Well, about 1 or 2 years ago, I was at a press conference that was broadcasted on news stations everywhere, announcing that the hunt for Kira had started in Paris after 20 officers had died of heart attacks the week before. Heather and I had just got married 2 months earlier, and she stood next to me as I made my speech. Kira must have heard about the speech or saw it on the news, and that same day, I received a tape in the mail from the mass-murderer himself. The instructions told me to play it as soon as I got it, so I placed it into my DVD player and pressed play. A few moments later, 'KIRA' appeared on the blank screen, with only a disguised voice to talk to me:

Hello. I recently saw your press conference on the television, claiming that the hunt for me had begun in Paris now. Like it wasn't already? Those cops had simply got in my way, and they needed to be put in their place. Like I said, if you don't support Kira and you get in the way, you will be killed. It's a small sacrifice I take to purifying the earth of all its horrible features! Ha ha ha! Anyway, you are on of those people who got in my way. But I'm not going to kill you, not yet. I think it would be fun to play around with you a little bit. That brunette standing next to you was a real beauty, wasn't she? I don't think you'll be too surprised now when I say you might want to start arranging her funeral already. Ta!

"It didn't take me long to realize what Kira had done. I ran into our bedroom as quickly as possible, and saw Heather lying lifelessly on the bed. I did all I could to try and make her come back to life, but it was no use; Kira had got to her before me..." Logan then began bursting into tears, and I rubbed his back and tried to comfort him.

"There there." I whispered softly to him. "It'll be alright. It wasn't your fault that Heather died. It was Kira's fault. Don't blame yourself for something you didn't do."

"But...if I had never made that press conference, Kira wouldn't have killed Heather. If it wasn't for me, she would be alive right now-"

"Stop it!" I yelled at Logan, and he looked up at me.

"W-what?" he stuttered.

"This isn't your fault, understand?" I firmly told him. "You have nothing to do with Kira killing your deceased wife! Kira is just a psychopath that loves to inflict pain on others and is only happy when things go according to what they want!"

"...Thank you," Logan replied in a mellow tone. "For reassuring me that everything bad in my life isn't always my fault, even if it seems to be." I smiled and gave him a hug.

"Your welcome."

"Hey...Do you wanna stay over at my place tonight? This weather is pretty nasty, and my house is only about a mile away." I thought for a moment.

"I'd love to." I replied. Suddenly, my cell phone began ringing in my pocket as Logan got the car out of the shoulder of the road and began driving us back to his place. When I took it out, I saw that Light was calling, so I answered it. "Hello?" I was startled a little when Light started screaming into the phone.

"WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?! DO YOU KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS AND WHAT THE WEATHER IS LIKE OUTSIDE?!! I'VE BEEN WORRIED SICK!!!!"

"I told Mikami that I was going out for a walk. Didn't he tell you?"

"No, because he's too busy being drunk!" Light replied angrily.

"Well I'm sorry that he's too drunk to give you a bit of information! It isn't my fault!" Light sighed.

"I guess you're right..." Light calmed down. "But you really did have me worried sick. Where are you? I'll come pick you up."

"Oh, no need." I replied. "Logan picked me up and he's letting me stay the night at his place." There was a sudden silence from Light.

"...Fine." he said in a lower tone, almost as if now sounding upset.

"Is something wrong?" I asked, but before he could even hear my question, he had hung up on me. I slowly put the phone back in my pocket, almost feeling guilty. I then turned back to Logan. "You know what, can you just bring me back to the hotel instead?"

"But why? We're pulling up to my house right now."

"I know, but I think Light is feeling uncomfortable about me staying the night here, alone with you."

"Well, do you feel uncomfortable being alone with me?"

"No, but-" I began.

"Then you should be able to stay here." Logan said. "You know, you shouldn't live your life based on what Light wants and does not want you to do, Joanna."

"I know, but I just don't want him getting mad at me again..." Logan looked at me.

"Does...Light often get mad at you?"

"Not that often, but he sometimes has a tendency to have issues dealing with his anger, and when I somehow make all of that anger erupt, he takes it out on me."

"Are you saying that he hits you?" When I refused to look at Logan in the face, he gasped. "Joanna, this is no laughing matter! We need to get you away from him!" I looked back at him.

"No! It was only 2 times, when I really deserved it!" I replied.

"No one deserves to be hit!" Logan told me. "I'm not letting you near that man."

"You can't do that!"

"And why not? It's for your safety!"

"Because I love him! And I know he loves me back!" I then opened the car door and started running away from Logan, my tears hard to see through the intense storm. I took out my phone and called Light.

"What is it?" Light asked when he answered.

"I need you to come pick me up." I replied, panting from still running. Light heard the small gasps I made to try and hold my sobs, and he got concerned.

"What's wrong? What did Logan do to you?!" Light said in a protective voice. I could hear in the background rustling; I could imagine that he was already in the car.

"Logan...he...he hit me." I lied, still upset, and almost hoping that Light would beat Logan up for me.

"Where are you? I just started driving."

"I'm running towards the abandoned warehouse across the street from the movie theater."

"Alright. When you get there, hide, and when I get there, I'll call you to let you know to come out." We then both hung up and I put my phone back in my pocket as arrived at the old warehouse. I walked inside it and found a hidden closet that I hid in. I waited silently for Light to come and save me. I heard the sound of cars driving by, and it seemed as if one came to a stop in front of the warehouse. My phone then started ringing, and I knew that it was Light without even looking at the caller ID. I ran out of the warehouse, and there Light was. I ran into his open arms, happy to be with him and feeling comforted. I cried into his shirt, and he stroked my hair, and kissed me softly on my forehead.

"Don't worry, sweetie...I won't let that bastard put another finger on you." Just as Light had said that, blinding headlights came to a stop right next to Light's car. Light and I both watched as Logan came out of the car, and looked over at us. I gripped Light tightly as the two exchanged glances, seeming like they were ready to enter a brawl with each other.

It's a fight to the death. The winner gets me. Let the battle begin.

To Be Continued...