Losing Grip
Chapter 7
Author's note: Hello, again! Sorry for the long wait in terms of updating. I have been really busy the past 2-3 months. Not only were there final-year exams (very important), there were also some pretty complicated family matters. So now I present you the 7th chapter. Also, for those waiting for me to update "Mallory's Braces", I will do so in December (I still haven't got the bands so I will consult my dear brother for help). This month I will try and concentrate on updating "Losing Grip" and hopefully finishing it.
Logan sat in his kitchen, gazing out the window at the wilted rose bushes. He sighed. Everything was happening at once. Rachel's death, Mary Anne's sudden appearance and the rumor . . . He banged a fist against the table in frustration and cursed. Cried.
Suddenly, he heard a knock on the door. He looked up, brushed his sleeve across his face in attempt to remove the wetness of the tears he had cried. He stood up and went to the door just as the knob turned and Mary Anne emerged in the doorframe.
"Mary Anne?"
"Yeah, it's me. I brought you some dinner."
"Oh, okay. Um, there's something you need to know . . ."Logan began.
"Lets talk about it over lunch then. Food isn't tasty served cold."
Mary Anne began taking out take-away boxes of pasta and setting them on the table as Logan continued his sentence. "It's about Allison. She's been spreading rumors." He paused to let it sink in.
"What kind of rumors?" Mary Anne asked, biting her lip in blatant worry.
"Well . . ." Logan began, "You're not going to like this."
"Go on."
"Allison has told Cary Retlin, Alan Gray and Cokie Mason that you're a prostitute."
The blood drained away from Mary Anne's face. "No. You've got to tell them that it isn't true!"
"I've called Allison and she promised to tell them that it isn't true. I don't know how many people know about it other than those three. However, if I heard correctly, Cokie is out of town for the next few days. I'm not sure where she went, but hopefully it's a place where no one knows who Mary Anne Spier is."
"What about Cary?"
"I called him this morning and he said that he hadn't told anybody other than me. So he's OK."
"Alan?"
"Well, I called his home yesterday and Kristy said he was out. She promised to talk to him about it so our only real problem is Cokie Mason."
Mary Anne nodded, her face as pale as a sheet just out the wash.
Logan gazed out of the window just as a star dropped out of the sky and died. He hoped with all his heart that it wasn't an omen of the events to come.
Chapter 7
Author's note: Hello, again! Sorry for the long wait in terms of updating. I have been really busy the past 2-3 months. Not only were there final-year exams (very important), there were also some pretty complicated family matters. So now I present you the 7th chapter. Also, for those waiting for me to update "Mallory's Braces", I will do so in December (I still haven't got the bands so I will consult my dear brother for help). This month I will try and concentrate on updating "Losing Grip" and hopefully finishing it.
Logan sat in his kitchen, gazing out the window at the wilted rose bushes. He sighed. Everything was happening at once. Rachel's death, Mary Anne's sudden appearance and the rumor . . . He banged a fist against the table in frustration and cursed. Cried.
Suddenly, he heard a knock on the door. He looked up, brushed his sleeve across his face in attempt to remove the wetness of the tears he had cried. He stood up and went to the door just as the knob turned and Mary Anne emerged in the doorframe.
"Mary Anne?"
"Yeah, it's me. I brought you some dinner."
"Oh, okay. Um, there's something you need to know . . ."Logan began.
"Lets talk about it over lunch then. Food isn't tasty served cold."
Mary Anne began taking out take-away boxes of pasta and setting them on the table as Logan continued his sentence. "It's about Allison. She's been spreading rumors." He paused to let it sink in.
"What kind of rumors?" Mary Anne asked, biting her lip in blatant worry.
"Well . . ." Logan began, "You're not going to like this."
"Go on."
"Allison has told Cary Retlin, Alan Gray and Cokie Mason that you're a prostitute."
The blood drained away from Mary Anne's face. "No. You've got to tell them that it isn't true!"
"I've called Allison and she promised to tell them that it isn't true. I don't know how many people know about it other than those three. However, if I heard correctly, Cokie is out of town for the next few days. I'm not sure where she went, but hopefully it's a place where no one knows who Mary Anne Spier is."
"What about Cary?"
"I called him this morning and he said that he hadn't told anybody other than me. So he's OK."
"Alan?"
"Well, I called his home yesterday and Kristy said he was out. She promised to talk to him about it so our only real problem is Cokie Mason."
Mary Anne nodded, her face as pale as a sheet just out the wash.
Logan gazed out of the window just as a star dropped out of the sky and died. He hoped with all his heart that it wasn't an omen of the events to come.