You Always Hurt The Ones You Love Chapter 3: C h a p t e r T h r e e, a dark angel fanfic

Author: Michelle D.R.A.K.E gypsychic04@c4.com

Author's Note: Welcome to the world of the DA soap-opera! *rolls eyes* I read over this story and realized how much it seems like a bad soap opera it seems, in my oh-so humble opinion. *Sigh* maybe some of you may enjoy this, but the more I go over this story (I wrote it almost a year ago) I realize how dumb it actually is. If anyone has any suggestions as to how to fix this, PLEASE e-mail me or review and tell me how to fix it! I beg of you, any comments are welcome! It gets a little better once you reach chapter seven, but that might be a while . . . I am posting ever so slowly because I really hate this story and editing this is a big task (as you can tell, this isn't very well edited, so please forgive my grammar and punctuation!). I am writing some new material that is much better than this, so bear with me! The story that comes after this is much better than this, so I will try to hurry up and finish this so that I can post the next in the series. Thanks to anyone who is reading this story- again, any feedback is welcome! Luv y'all! :)

Spoilers: None

Rating: PG-13

Feedback: Feedback is GREATLY appreciated, especially so that I can find some way to salvage this trash . . . That's what I get for going through the trash folder and attempting to salvage the remains of this story! E-mail me at gypsychic04@c4.com if you have any comments, questions of need a beta reader! Thanks!

Disclaimer: Whatdya' think? Not mine . . . at this point I'm gonna' say that this story isn't mine either . . . Fox can have. I don't want it anymore (maybe I'll take it back later though).

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. . .Y o u A l w a y s H u r t T h e O n e s Y o u L o v e. . .
by Michelle Drake

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. . .C h a p t e r T h r e e. . .

"Knock, knock, knock," said Max open the door to Logan's study. "If you're not busy I was thinking that maybe you want to watch an old movie or something," she suggested, resting her hands on his shoulder feeling him tense up a little. She hoped that she could find a way to make up for making him wait up for her all night.

Logan pulled away. "Maybe another night," he replied coldly.

"Is something the matter?" asked Max, hearing the coldness in his voice, and sensing that he was angry.

"Everything is fine," he lied, not being able to hide his anger. He could barely stand to look at her. He began to shuffle aimlessly through some files, hoping she would get the hint and leave.

"Well how about a movie instead," she suggested, confused by his behavior.

"I'm really busy right now."

"Well how about taking a break," she tried again.

"Didn't you hear me? I said that I'm busy," he snapped.

"Is something wrong?" she asked even more confused.

"Nothing is wrong, would you please just leave me alone?"

"Well, somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning," she teased, hoping to lighten up his mood.

"Well at least I didn't wake up in someone else's bed," he snapped angrily.

"Excuse me?" she said taken aback by his fierceness. "What are you talking about?"

"Don't act like you don't know," he said upset.

"Well I don't know," she said irritated. I may be able to leap from a twenty story window and make a guy three times my size cry, but mind reading isn't something that they programmed into me, so maybe you should just say what you are trying to say.

"I know that you slept with Zack," he said slowly and painfully.

"What?" She had no clue where this was coming from.

"You heard me," he said forcefully, full of anger. He could barely look at her, let alone talk to her.

"That is a bunch of bullshit," she spat back hurt, then a little more softly. "How can you possibly believe that? Don't you trust me?"

"I don't know what to believe! Me and you had just had a fight, then you spend a night with a man who obviously cares a lot about you, and you had just had a few drinks. Anything could've happened."

"But nothing did," she said, still upset by what he was saying. "How could you possibly think that I would do something like that?"

"Because you did the same thing on our anniversary, when you went and had that fling, or whatever the hell you want to call it, with Rafer!" he spat. He instantly regretted saying it when he saw Max's face.

Max said nothing, but her face said it all. She quickly looked down, not wanting to let him see how much he had hurt her. He had hurt her more than he had intended. Max finally looked up, and blinked back tears, but it was no use, and they soon left a wet trail down her cheek. Normally no one could make her cry, but to hear these words come from the man that she thought could never hurt her was too much to take.

"Max-" he started, trying to apologize. He knew that when she had slept with Rafer, it hadn't been her fault, and that she had been truly sorry. She didn't deserve that comment. She didn't deserve anything that he was saying to her. He knew he was jumping to conclusions.

"Shut up-" she said hurt, "just shut up! I don't care what the hell you have to say," she said, control her feelings as she left the study.

Logan quickly got up and followed her.

"I didn't mean what I just said," he began, as she grabbed her coat to leave.

"When I slept with Rafer, it wasn't me, it was something that Manticore tricked up inside me. It meant nothing to me, and afterward I cried because I felt so bad about what I did. I never wanted to sleep with him. We weren't even together then. How dare you bring that up! And how dare you say that I slept with Zack because I had done the same thing before-because it isn't the same thing." she yelled, finally breaking down.

"I know," he said blocking the doorway. "I was angry- I shouldn't have brought that up. Let's talk- please don't leave," he pleaded.

"We have nothing to talk about," she said, pushing past him, and leaving. She hated the way that she ran whenever things got too difficult to handle, but all she knew was that she had to get out of there.

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"I made her cry," Logan said upset. "I can't believe that I was such a jerk. She must hate me."

"It's not that bad," said Bling.

"You're just saying that to make me feel better, but it isn't going to work. I can't believe I said that to her."

"Things will work out."

"And after all that, I still don't know if she slept with Zack or not. She never said she did, but she never said she didn't. I just don't know what to do," said Logan helplessly, to Bling.

"Do you love her?" he asked simply.

"Of course I do," replied Logan. It was an easy answer, no matter what he loved her.

"How much do you love her?"

"A lot," he said, then adding, "more than anything."

"Then you shouldn't have a problem. Just forget everything," he suggested.

"But I can't. I really don't think I can."

"If you love her as much as you say you do, then you should be able to forget everything. If she did sleep with him, then you should be able to forgive her, and if she didn't then she didn't. Just trust her. And if you don't trust her then you are a jerk that doesn't deserve her," he spoke truthfully, hoping his words would have some effective on Logan. After watching Logan and Max dance around each other that first year they met he knew they loved each other, and he hated to see either of them hurting.

"I do trust her . . . but-" he sighed not knowing what to do.

"Just forgive her," said Bling. "If she did sleep with Zack, she is probably just as sorry about it as she was about sleeping with Rafer. It probably meant nothing."

"Yeah," he said sadly, getting up and walking to the window, watching the rain gently fall from the sky. He just hoped it were that easy . . .

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Author's Note: Sorry that wasn't that great of quality, any feedback as to how I could fix this is greatly appreciated! Thanks to all that have read this far! Luv y'all! :)