FAMILY (4.1/?)
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I got up only seconds after Max had left the doorway and ran after her. But by the time I got to the door, the elevator doors had already closed. Shit' why does this always happen? Val once walked in on us and that did not go well. I only hope that Max will be a little cooler than Val was. I stand at the elevator for a moment contemplating whether I should run after her or not, when the doors open.
Going somewhere? Bling asks as I block his way.
Uhh, What?
You are standing in front of the elevator in your pajamas. So are you going somewhere?
I realized how stupid I looked and how stupid I would have looked running after Max. I can deal with her later.
This wouldn't have to do with Max's incredibly quick exit from the building, would it?
Why, did she say anything?
Let's just say, she didn't look to happy.
Lovely. Now I am going to have smooth things over with her. As if she didn't not like me enough before due to Logan's little performance at dinner.
I'm not even going to ask. I finally let Bling get off the elevator and follow him into the apartment.
Do me favor and don't tell Logan.
Thanks. So do you want some coffee?
Love some. So how did last night go?
Good. Logan and I had a good talk. With that note Logan comes wheeling in. He always has the best timing.
You got up quickly this morning.
Sorry habit, did I wake you?
Not really. But the elbow jab kind of hurt.
I jabbed you. I'm sorry. Can I make up for it by making you breakfast?
I think that may help.
Good, what would you like sir?
Pancakes, please.
You want pancakes.
Yeah and bacon and coffee and strawberries.
You went through my stuff.
I plead the fifth.
Pancakes, bacon, coffee and strawberries it is. Why don't you go take a shower and everything will be prepared when you are done by Chef Vargas.
Fine by me. Logan was acting like a kid today.
Bling nudged and whispered in my ear, See, I knew that you coming was a good idea.
You think this is all my effect.
Definitely. I have a feeling that you always have this effect on him.
What do you mean?
Well, look at his circle. It has got to be tough having all this money and not knowing who is actually here for you or who is here for your money. You are probably one of the only people in his life that doesn't need or want anything from him.
You think he is still bothered by that.
Ever since the accident, he has been isolating himself from the world. Becoming only Eyes Only' and nothing else.
What do you mean?
Nobody comes here that doesn't have to do with Eyes only.' In fact, nobody comes here but me and Max.
No one else.
And his only contact with people outside of the apartment are his operatives and his doctors.
So he's isolating himself from the outside world.
Better not to get hurt.
Better to make yourself a martyr.
You think that's what he wants to be?
He always wanted to be one, Bling. From the first moment, I met him he always thought that he was predestined to be this martyr. It's like this horrendous sense of self torture.
Than you have the accident.
Than that and now he feels useless...
The only thing left to use is his money.
And money my dear can buy you everything you need or desire but it can't buy your soul.
So you are good for him, because I am assuming you're not here for his money. Bling laughed as he looked at some of my bags that were still at the front door.
No, I have no need for money. But I do need Logan, he's the only family I got and I'd like to think that he needs me.
Needs me for what? Logan interrupted as wheeled into the kitchen. Luckily, I had just finished making his pancakes and bacon and Bling had cut the strawberries.
Would you like whip cream with your pancakes?
No thank you. Logan smiles. What were you two talking about?
I set the plates down and Bling brings the coffee over.
Me. Why would you be talking about me?
Don't you love the modest Logan, Bling. I laugh. Don't you know my dear, I always talk about you.
That's nice.
Yes, that is nice. And let me tell you Sol finds it quite a turn on.
I'll bet he does.
So I heard about this fancy, schamzy standing thing you can do. And frankly, I'm a bit jealous because I haven't seen this little trick of yours. So... I was thinking that I could maybe help you out with your therapy this morning and then we could do some shopping. Then tonight we could have a night out on the town.
I can't I need to get some work done. Realizing my disappointment, Logan tries to explain himself. Sorry, Anna I wasn't planning on you coming.
That's okay, I know the world can only wait so long for you to save it.
Okay then a compromise. Therapy and shopping with me, but then tonight you can get your work done and I will go out.
Sounds good.
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So I spent the rest of the day with Logan. His therapy went well. His leg muscles were getting stronger. He was still not able to get the messages to his muscles to have them move properly and I could tell that it was bothering the hell out of him. It was like half the battle had been won, he could stand but he still couldn't walk. Pieces of the puzzle were still missing. After his session, we went out and walked through the city. Not much had changed since the last time I had been here. But I always liked to imagine what Seattle had looked like pre-pulse. Now it was like something out of a comic book or a western, the lawless had taken over. But still, even with all the devastation and turmoil people still lived here and those lives were filled with hope and promise that one day things would be better. There are a lot of things that can be said about the frailty and failure of the human species, but their ability to hope when there is nothing left to hope for is what makes them strong. Their soul can survive through the toughest hardships. Funny, when ever I talk about humans in a deep sense I always never include myself in the definition. I wonder if Max does that?
After dinner, Logan helped me clean the dishes. I had already told him numerous times that I was going out tonight, but still he acted clueless.
So what should we do tonight? Logan asked as he dried the final plate.
I don't know what your doing, but I'm going out. Your welcome to join me. I offered.
Thanks, but I need to get some work done. Before the accident, Logan would have jumped at the chance to get out of the apartment, especially with me. But now, he preferred to stay in. I guess it was just easier that way. But part of me knew that it was less painful for him to hide out here.
You're loss. I sarcastically yelled out as I ran into the guest room to put the finishing touches on my look. Black mascara, silver eye shadow and violet lipstick. Then I put on my boots and grabbed my leather jacket. The one thing that you can definitely say about me is that when I glam it up, I glam it up.
So where are you going tonight? Logan yelled from his office.
I thought that I would pay a visit to this bar that I heard of. I yelled back as I walked in.
Logan yelled in my ear, before he realized that I was standing over him.
What are you my father? It's called The Crash,' have you heard of it?
You're not going to visit Max, are you?
Don't worry. I just thought that maybe the girl and I should talk.
Why does it sound like a bad idea?
Because you, my dear, are a pessimist. Besides I did invite you and if you honestly think that it is a bad idea than maybe you should come and supervise the visit.
Logan whined.
Whining isn't going to get you anywhere. You know me once I get an idea in my head, it takes a mule and four other Red guys to pull it out of me.
See that's another reason why you shouldn't go.
I'll be sure to tell Max about your concern.
I will be fine, dad. I am a big girl and I can take care of myself. I just really feel the need to talk to Max. I want her to like me, okay. I don't want this to be another repeat of the Val thing.
Val liked you.
No, she didn't. I laughed. Val tolerated me to appease you.
That's not true.
Whatever. Look Logan if you want to come than come. But I should really get going because I heard that there was a stunt contest there and I don't want to miss it.
Fine. Do whatever you want. Do you have your phone?
Yes, dad.
Your gun.
Yes, dad. I rolled my eyes. This was the one thing that Sol always insisted that I carry with me and Logan approved. I told you that think I am a porcelain doll, right?
Take my car.
Fine. I won't be out too late. I waved as I left. You can always change your mind. I called as I closed the door. Sometimes he really was stubborn.
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More to come fairly soon. Sorry this has taken me so long....