Winter Break Chapter Two

"Logan, what's on your shirt man?" asked Michael. Logan looked down at his shirt and groaned. He had forgotten that Dana had cried on him last night.

"It's nothing honestly." He replied. Dana looked over at him and mouthed "I'm sorry." Logan was quiet the rest of the short ride to his mansion.

"Wow, you live here?" asked Zoey in amazement.

"Sure do!" Logan said happily. The mansion was about as big as PCA.

"Come on I'll show you guys to your rooms." Said Logan.

Each of the girls had a different room, but they were all connected through bathrooms. Dana's room and Logan's room had ended up being connected as well.

"Come on Dana let's go unpack!" said Nicole, grabbing Dana's wrist. Logan watched as Dana winced in pain.

"Actually Nicole, I wanted to talk to Dana for a while, okay?" asked Logan.

"Sure, see you later Dana." Replied Nicole as she and Zoey went off to their rooms, and Chase and Michael went in the other direction.

"What did you want to talk about Logan?" asked Dana.

"Hang on, let's go into my room first, I need to change my shirt.

Dana followed him in, expecting him to change his shirt quickly, but when Dana looked over at him, he was bare chested, and searching through his chest of drawers looking for a shirt.

"Ah! Found one!" he cried, pulling a sleeveless shirt on over his head, and grabbing Dana gently by the arm, he led her over to the bed.

"Dana, let me see your wrists." He said. Dana's eyes got wide.

"W-what?" she asked nervously.

Logan gently grabbed her wrists and pulled up her sleeves. Just as he had expected, there were little faded cuts along her wrists. Logan felt his chest ache horribly.

How could she do that?

"How long have you been doing this?" he asked, his eyes piercing her soul.

"About four years." She muttered.

"What?" he cried.

"I stopped for a while when I was at PCA, but, in France, I don't know. It was horrible." Dana said.

"Dana, why?" Logan said, his voice strained.

"I don't know." She whispered.

Logan hugged Dana and she cried again. Logan had always remembered Dana as a strong person. Yet here she was crying on his chest for the second time in two days. But Dana had been through hell.

Dana was asleep after a while. Logan smiled and picked her up, tucking her into his bed.

"I think I love you Dana Cruz, and it's scaring the crap out of me." Logan whispered, before kissing Dana's forehead gently and closing the door behind him as he walked out of the room.

After an hour, Logan went back to check on Dana. He walked into the room, and saw that she was still fast asleep. He woke her up, and told her it was time fore dinner.

"Thanks" Dana said, smiling.

Together they walked out of the room.

"Logan!" squealed a girls voice, and something short and blonde hopped into Logan's arms.

"Cassie! Hi! I didn't know you'd be here!" Logan said smiling.

"Yeah, my dad and your dad got together last week and your dad said that you would be home for the break so of course I wanted to see you!"

Logan smiled and blushed lightly. He looked over at Dana and saw her face. She looked pissed. Her eye's were narrow, and she was shaking her head a tiny bit.

Logan looked from Dana to his arms which were around Cassie's waist.

"Oh…no! No, no, no! Dana this is…" But it was too late. Dana was in her room and the doors, both of them were locked.

"Who's she Logan?" Cassie asked.

"Just the best thing in my life." Logan replied, banging his head against the door to his room.

Cassie apologized to Logan and walked away.

Logan went into his room and through the bathroom to the door that led to Dana's room.

"Dana! Dana don't do this! Dana open the door. Dana!" Logan said, banging on the door.

"Go away you jerk! I hate you!" Dana yelled.

"You don't mean that Dana." Logan said in a pleading voice, as if begging her to agree with him.

"Yes I do." Dana said, her voice sounding as if tears were pouring out of her eyes.

Logan sank to the floor, his back pressed against the door, his knees brought up to his chest, and his head in his arms on top of his knees.

Dana was in the exact same position on the other side of the door, crying, this time with nobody there to comfort her, and beginning to feel like she was back in France.