Chapter 37 Maybe So

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The doorbell rang.

Logan's body went still. His fingers went into fists, knuckles turning even paler. Carlos and James glanced nervously at each other. James rested a hand on Logan's should. Logan flinched, but stayed where he was. "Logan, we're here for you. Do you want us to stay in the room with you guys?" Logan shook his head. He stood up. "Can you guys stay in hear? This'll be quick."

James and Carlos, already walking on egg shells, nodded compliantly and sat down on the bed. Kendall got up and started walking toward the door. He was in the door frame when he felt a hand on his shoulder pulling him back.

Kendall turned around. "What's wrong, Logie?" Logan willed himself to look at Kendall in the eyes. "C-cn you stay, too? I just need to do this alone." Kendall wasn't as compliant as James and Carlos. "Logan, I want to be there for you. You don't need to do it alone."

Logan shook his head. "Yes, I do. I need to do it alone."

Kendall tried again. "But I want to be there for you."

"And you will…when I get back." Kendall huffed. Logan took it as an "okay". The door closed behind him and Kendall sat down on the bed, pointedly. With another groan he let the rest of his body fall onto the bed. With his eyes still closed, he felt something thump his stomach. Picking it up, he opened his eyes to find that he was holding a walkie talkie.

Kendall knew exactly who to look to. Carlos shrugged. "We figured he was only gonna let you go, but join the party." Kendall stared down at the walkie talkie. 'Could I really invade in his privacy like that? Yes. He needs me to.' Just as he was about to turn on the little device, he realized he didn't need to. Yelling and screaming erupted through the apartment.

Logan opened the door after a few deep breathing exercises he read about. There outside his apartment, was his father. "What did you want, faggot?" Logan remained still. He was NOT going to show any fear. "Where's mom?"

Jonathon Mitchell's mouth twisted with disgust. "Claire is already back in Minnesota. I made her go back. She shouldn't have to come here and look at what a failure you are. In fact, I shouldn't either, so hurry up so I can leave."

Logan turned around and walked back into the apartment. He didn't know what to do now. His entire plan was messed up! He thought he'd at least be able to guilt his mom and then have her stand up for him, but now everything was messed up. Logan walked slowly into the living room, his head trying to tinker up a plan.

They reached the living room and just stood there. "Well?" Logan turned around to meet his father. The man had his chin up, looking down at him, even though he was only a few inches taller than Logan. This did nothing to help Logan's inability to come up with a plan.

"I was raped." He let out, when he realized there was no way his mind could come up with a plan.

"…"

"Last month, I went out for a run. This guy, he grabbed me. I tried to get away, but he shot me in the leg. And then…he raped me." Logan retold the incident for what seemed to be the millionth time, trying to hold back tears.

"…"

"Dad, please say something." Logan looked back up at his dad who was…chuckling.

Logan tilted his head in confusion. Something that didn't happen very often. "W-what are you laughing at? Th-this isn't funny! Did you hear what I just said? I got raped!"

His father finally sobered himself. "Of course it's funny. Well, more like ironic. The faggot got raped by a man! I bet you liked it didn't you? You're disgusting."

Logan couldn't believe what he was hearing. He just told his dad that he got raped and the man was fucking laughing! His blood began to boil. The tears he was holding back, completely vanished. "I can't believe this. I just told you I got raped, and you're laughing? What kind of father are you?"

Mr. Mitchell sneered. "I told you, NEVER TO CALL ME THAT! You are not my son! No son of mine would ever be a faggot!"

"Are you fucking kidding me? You're still fucking mad about that? After I just told you I got FUCKING RAPED? I can't believe you! Do you even feel ANY PITY? ANY SYMPATHY? ANYTHING? Does me being gay, really bother you that much?" By now, Logan's fists were balled up again and he longer felt any sadness or anxiety. Just anger. Ferocious, white-hot anger.

"OF COURSE IT DOES! FAGGOTS LIKE YOU ARE WRONG! THEY GO TO FUCKING HELL! I COULD NEVER, NEVER FEEL ANY LOVE FOR A FUCKING QUEER LIKE YOU!" This only increased Logan's anger.

"HOW CAN YOU SAY THAT? YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE MY DAD! YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO LOVE ME NO MATTER WHAT!" The argument eventually reached screaming point.

"DON'T CALL ME YOUR FATHER! YOU ARE NO SON OF MINE!"

Logan scoffed. "YOU KNOW WHAT? YOU'RE ALMOST RIGHT! YOU WERE NEVER THERE! YOU WORKED ALL THE TIME AS SOON AS MOM QUIT HER JOB TO TAKE CARE OF ME! YOU CAME HOME LATE EVERY GOD DAMN NIGHT WHEN I WAS ALREADY ASLEEP!"

Logan was livid as he remembered how life was like back in Minnesota. "But you know what made me think you still loved me? You'd come in every one of those nights to check on me! Sometimes I woke when you closed the door on your way out! That's how I knew you loved me! Even though you were never home! Even though we fought a lot! But, why dad? Why did it all change?"

He didn't even realize it, but tears were streaming down his face now. Whatever chance that speech had at changing his father's mind was completely blown away as soon as the tears came. "THINGS HAVE CHANGED! YOU FUCKING LEFT FOR OVER A YEAR! YOU LEFT AND WENT TO THIS GOD DAMN HELL HOLE THAT TURNED YOU INTO A FUCKING FAG!"

"I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU'RE STILL GOING ON ABOUT THAT! GOD DAMMIT! DADS ARE SUPPOSED TO LOVE THEIR SONS NO MATTER WHAT! FOR GOD'S SAKES! KENDALL'S DAD ACCEPTED HIM!"

"DON'T YOU DARE TRY TO COMPARE ME TO THAT SCUM BAG!"

"NO DAD! I CAN'T COMPARE YOU TO HIS DAD! NOT BECAUSE HE'S A SCUM BAG! NO! IT'S BECAUSE AFTER ALL HE DID TO KENDALL AND HIS FAMILY, HE STILL ACCEPTED KENDALL! HE CAME BACK FOR FORGIVENESS AND THEN HE ACCEPTED KENDALL FOR WHO HE WAS!"

This was the reason why he didn't want Kendall there. Using Kendall's dad in the argument was his last resort. He didn't want Kendall to hear him talking about his dad, especially what he was about to say.

"HE DID SOMETHING HORRIBLE! HE REGRETTED IT! HE CAME BACK AND WAS DESPERATE FOR KENDALL'S FORGIVENESS! HE WAS PROBABLY SO DESPERATE, THAT HE WOULD'VE DONE ANYTHING! I GUESS THAT FUCKING INCLUDED ACCEPTING HIS SON! IS THAT WHAT IT TAKES? IS THAT WHAT IT FUCKING TAKES?"

Logan stared at his father. His face was a mix of anger, grief, guilt, and desperation. The man just turned. Mr. Mitchell walked all the way over to the door. He opened it and twisted his head to look at Logan. "Maybe so." With that, he left the apartment.

A/N: Poor Logan…

So? How was that?

QOTC: What did you think was more wrong? Kendall eavesdropping (he was planning on doing it with the walkie talkie anyway, but didn't need to)? Or Logan saying that about Kendall's dad?

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