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CHAPTER THREE

In the kitchen, Logan proceeded to prepare a simple but adequate meal for them both. He made some chicken corn soup and some grilled cheese sandwiches. Over dinner they made small talk. Karen did have a hard time looking at him directly because of the scar, but he was careful to sit so that she didn't have as clear of a view of it. She was grateful for that; it was a sickening sight to behold.

"So, what were you doing out here anyway?" Logan inquired.

"Uh.I'm passing through. I'm on my way to see a friend." Karen lied.

"Oh, they live in Kinsey?" Logan asked.

"Umm. a little further west of here." Karen quickly changed the subject. "So, do you live here all the time?"

"Whenever I don't have to work. My work requires me to travel a lot." Logan explained. "Though, Justin's going to be in school next fall, I'll have to get a place nearer to a town soon."

"Oh, there's no schools out here then?" Karen replied.

"No ma'am." Logan continued. "This here's about the smallest town you'll ever come across."

"Hmmm." Karen was thinking half aloud. If it's such a small town, maybe Roy would overlook it if he comes after me. Maybe, this is the place to start over.

"Well, I hope this meal was adequate. I'm not used to having company, so I'm afraid I'm not well prepared at this sort of thing." Logan said apologetically.

"Oh, this was just fine." Karen assured him and then got up to help him with the dishes.

"Oh ma'am, you don't have to help; I can manage just fine." Logan protested.

"Please, it's the least I can do after all you've done for me." Karen urged him.

Seeing that there was no changing her mind, Logan let her help. She washed, while he dried since she had no idea where the dishes were kept. After they were done cleaning up, Logan showed her to a room where she could sleep. It was late so Karen decided to go to bed then, it had been a long day. She pulled off the sweats and decided to just sleep in the shirt since she had no other choice. She noticed that her own clothes had been neatly piled on the nightstand, ready for her in the morning. She smiled at herself in the mirror, she kind of felt childish in the huge WWF tee shirt. The wrestler in the picture on it had a strange red and black mask.

Hmmm.that's a good idea. Bet that poor guy never has to worry about being bother on vacation, ingenious disguise. She thought to herself. Still I wonder what he looks like under that thing.

Sleep came quickly. However, it wasn't long before Karen started to have a nightmare. In the terrible vision, Roy was stalking her. He had found her at this cabin and stood over even as she slept. She awoke to see him there, rifle pointed straight at her temple.

"I'll fix you, you cheap tramp! This'll fix you so you never run away from me again." He leered at her.

"Nooo! Please Roy!!! Please I'll stay; I'll never run away again. Please don't kill me!" Her dreamself pleaded.

"You @#%^$, you weren't planning on coming back? WEREN'T YOU!?!? ANSWER ME YOU!$@#%$!!!"

He was coming unglued. His eyes blazed with a drunken stupor as he fired the weapon. Karen woke up screaming in terror and in a cold sweat. Logan came running into the room.

"Are you okay?" asked Logan, who came at the sound of her scream.

"Fine, it was just a nightmare." Karen explained. "I'm sorry I woke you. Oh, I hope I didn't wake your little boy too."

"No, he's still out like a light." Logan assured her.

"I'm okay now, really." Karen urged. "You can go back to sleep now."

"Who's Roy?" Logan didn't move from the doorway.

"Roy???" Karen was shocked; she hadn't mentioned him had she? "I don't know what you're talking about." She attempted to cover.

Logan had seen through the lie. "Is he the one who gave you those marks?"

"I..i.i." she was stammering now. Should I tell this stranger? She pondered.

"It was him, wasn't it?" Logan prodded.

"Yes.I don't know what to say. How did you." Karen was dumbstruck.

"You were screaming that name in your sleep." Logan replied. "Is that lowlife your husband?"

"No, he's just my boyfriend." Karen started to sob now.

"Ex-boyfriend I hope you mean." Logan observed.

"What do you know?! What do you care?!" Karen cried out in anger that stemmed from embarrassment.

"Have it your way then." Logan angrily retorted. "I was only trying to help." He stormed out of the room.

Karen just put her head in her palms and sobbed. The next morning, Logan hardly said one word to her. Karen attempted to pay Logan for his kindness but he wouldn't hear of it.

I really shouldn't have been so cruel, but he's just a stranger! She rationalized and put it out of her mind.