Hello, my fellow readers, I have finally decided to do an update on this. It's gonna be longer than my last one. This story will drag on for a while until I can get to where I originally was and once again I say, Jarlos and Jak will be featured, but I changed their marriage problems this time. Let's just say only one in the three couples will be at fault, and that's gonna be the only info I will give away on that matter so you guys don't figure out who. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy it.
Chapter 2 - Stinging Wounds
(Kendall's P. O. V)
I was woken up by the sunlight peering into the window, the sunlight drenching over my light, porcelain body, burning my hands and toes in it's coal-like heat. My eyes opened slowly, yet painfully. My eyes still red from the tears that leaked out my eyes just hours prior. I rubbed my hard, tear-stricken face, as I sat up, finding Logan was gone once again. I looked over to his side of the bed, finding it neither ruffled nor clumped as always, as if no one even laid there. My heart plundered in my chest, as I lifted the embroidered note off of his pillow. I began to read it, dreadfully. Logan's imperious handwriting catching my attention.
"I went in early. They called me in earlier than I expected. I'll be back in a few hours. I love you.- Logan"
I glared at the letter tearfully, as I balled it up in my fist, throwing it across the room in anger, knowing those three words held nothing, but lies. I knew in my tattooed and broken soul he truly did, but he constantly made no points in showing it to me. I sighed, refusing not to let my teardrops fall on my pillow, as I pulled the vanilla sheets from over me, and got out of bed. My heart dreadfully hanging on my tear-stained sleeve, as I walked across the soft, off-white carpet that adorned my floors, feeling it with a false feeling of softness and love that now brought the room together, as I walked into my darkened bathroom.
The floors graciously padded with a light-mixed cocoa-like tile that matched the deep brown colored walls, white, touch-operated sink and a large Jacuzzi-like tub that looked as if it could hold at least eight people in there at once, and the tall standup shower stood in the far corner. The only light that could be seen was the tall, flickering candles that sat upon the porcelain-swirled countertop, shining brightly upon the already filled-up tub. The bubbles and multi-colored rose petals that sat upon the freshly-filtered water, contrasting beautifully with the lavender and lilac scented candles that shined upon them.
My face contorted in be bewilderment, yet still anger that quivered within my loins. I hated Logan. I hated him so much. I really did. He always did this. No matter how many times we scream and yell at each other over the same damn thing, which now is constantly, he always leaves something 'sweet' for me to wake up to. It pisses me the hell off. Yet, I hated how I still couldn't help, but love him no matter how many times it leaves me flustered and confused every time he did it. Although, I still couldn't understand why. I mean, you can do all this, but you can't stay home. Sometimes I wonder why I even bother.
I sighed, as I stripped, letting my clothes fall loosely beside the tub, as I climbed in, instantly feeling the warmness of the water surrounding me, opening up every pore on my body, letting my mind slip away, as I sank in. I closed my eyes to appreciate the lighted, scented candles that gently, but decisively fused with the very sweet and pungent aroma of roses. My mind was at ease, as I breathed in swirls of fog rose up from the tub as I not only soaked my body, but I tried to soak my mind, wanting all the bad memories to seep out of my mind and into the multi-fragrant air.
Yet, thoughts of him still seemed to creep into my head, along with the morning's soft cress, my heart still aching so much, I'm surprised I was still able to breathe. Like snake' s venom, it flowed miraculously and painfully throughout my veins, as I felt the pain once again rise up within me just as the sun peered in through my bathroom window. I couldn't help, but allow it to take control of me as I sank deeper into the water clouded in despair, as the many thoughts began to seep into the deep crevices of my subconscious. Like wings of an eagle, the darkness overshadowed me, taking me hostage in the deep confindments of my mind.
"Do you know what today is?"
"Uh, Tuesday?"
I glared at particularly nothing. I couldn't help, but be pissed. Yes, I may seem selfish, but I never did care about material things. They were only manufactured. Logan, that is, wasn't. He was human and he had a heart that unwillingly captured mine at just a mere glance in my direction. I only wanted him. If I never got anything else, he was who I wanted above all else. I mean, I would never have agreed to marry him if I didn't think that, if I didn't loathe in his very presence in my life. Before the fame, Before the money, he was all I desired. The nerdy, quirky brunette that I had drastically come to fall in love with.
I didn't care about money, because in the end, it was just paper. It held no emotion and it certainly held no heart. I'd gladly give it all up just for him to to love me, kiss me, and adore me like he used to. He's my everything and I've surely given my all, but how can I give him something that I don't have left. Piece by piece, he stripped it away, leaving me with nothing, but a broken dream of what we could be, my heart broken and shattered, striving for the need of a mere purpose in his life. I just wish he would give me a piece of his heart as though I've already given mine. I just want to love him, have him love me like before. Am I wrong for that?
After I got done with my bath, I stepped into my room, walking across the carpet to my walk-in closet that held all of my business atire as well as my music-making atire as well. I looked at the Rolex on my wrist.'8:30'. I sighed, if I don't get ready now, I'll be late. Yeah, I was CEO of my own firm, so I can get there whenever I want, but presentation was everything. I quickly threw on a off-black suit combined with a white shirt and light purple tie, as I grabbed my suitcase and made it out of the mansion. It take me long to get to the office considering it was just a merely ten minutes from my home.
I got out of my white Mercedes, keys jiggling a soft melody in my hand, as I stepped on the sidewalk to the glass building I was approaching. It was a tall building with windows so shiny, you could basically see the future through them and a tan brick foundation highlighting the very ecru-like arched entrance, Knight Corp. to be exact. It was giving to me by my father. He basically built it from the ground up, and it's been in business for the past ten years. Basically,ever since I was a mere preteen. In truth, he wasn't very present through my time in BTR. He was doing his second tour overseas in Iraq. In fact, it was one of the things that broke my parent's marriage apart when he wanted to stay overseas. He even got remarried to some British guy over there that I've currently already forgotten the name of. I mean, we saw him constantly even though he was many miles away, he still had to raise Katie of course, but he just found that this place just didn't seem like home anymore. After he announced he wasn't coming back, he decided to hand it over to me.
Even though, I wasn't interested at first, I slowly grew to love the thing that held one of my dad's many gracious passions at heart, that holds and captured his very soul. Besides hockey, of course. I walked into the twin, glass double doors and almost instantly, my ears were bombarded with the many sounds and rumblings of my many business associates, as well as my staff. Wow, the gorgeous sound of work in the morning. I thought partly sarcastically as one of my employees, Nick, ran up to me. My eyebrows went up in obvious question.
"Uh, Mr. Knight I as wondering what you wanted me to do about The Blaine account because they are begging for your reply and are actually getting a bit angsty."He said, as the black-haired, hazel-eyed man rubbed the back of his head. I growled mentally. Yeah, William Blaine, he was a fairly rich and quite bold man who kind of held my business good at heart, and he made a lot of profits to my company last quarter, and surely was good for business, but he was a pain in my ass. He constantly made ways to make my job harder, and I didn't need the headaches. Not today.
"Close it." I said, without a second thought and he nodded obediently, as he scampered off. I sighed, as I steadily made my way to the elevator, stepping inside, and rode it to the very top of the building to my office.
I opened the big, heavy brown doors to my office, and in it was my office. It was a fairly big office that took up at least a quarter and a half of the space on the top floor. To me, it was the homiest part of the entire building. It was an open room that held a beautiful view of L.A, with windows that covered almost every inch of the room, along with a small balcony that sat on the side of the pictures of my family photos were still hung on the bright-colored walls from when my dad was here, and a small black-leather living room suite along with a red area rug stood in the far corner next to the window. My large special-designed cherrywood desk stood in the middle, along with a cream-colored carpet that adorned the floors beneath it. I took a deep breath as I approached my desk that was stacked with papers that either needed authorization or just needed signing.
Soon the pile, turned into a mere sheet of paper that now sat upon my desk. I steadily scanned over the forms for the basement reconstruction. Apparently, not everyone in this business is here to wish me good fortune. I guess the good thing is, at least no one got hurt. I quickly signed on the dotted line, before I was interrupted by a small, swift knock on my door. I sighed, my head slightly aching from the many words, sentences, and contracts I just skimmed over.
"Come in." I looked up and caught sight of my best friend, No and my other friend Jared. No smiled.
"Hey Hockeyhead, here's the transcripts Alan wanted me to give to you." I smirked.
"How long are you gonna hold that nickname against me?"I said, as I took the vanilla folder from her as she giggled.
"Oh, I don't know. Forever." I laughed. After we all left the Palm Woods and graduated, me and Jo had a run-in with her father and we decided to go in business together. She mostly handled the business and traveling deals that I couldn't. Especially when she got pregnant by Stephanie. They said due to her pregnancy, she couldn't act or it would hurt the baby, so she decided to take off leave with them and she worked at the desk here instead. After she had her little boy, Brandon, she decided to stay and run the place as my co-manager, when she wasn't playing her many acting roles. Even more so now, because she's at least a month pregnant now. Jared grabbed the finished files off my desk and smiled.
"Plus, you're the only person I ever knew who made speeches a thing?" Jared said, joining Jo in a laugh. I shook my head at their antics. Then, there was Jared. Jared didn't come to stay at the Palm Woods until our last year there. He signed with Gustavo a year before I did. He was quite a strange one. He had a funny and articulate aura about him. He had blue eyes and long shaggy brown hair that went to his shoulders, light muscle, tan and a small, but a kinda thick frame that could be noted as curvy with a light masculine jawline and hips and backside that poked out quite a bit too. He was even kinda given off to be a man slut too. I thought it was quite funny though, considering his personality, you would never have thought he has two of the highest degrees in law and he's not even thirty, let alone could sing. It was another one of the world's greatest secrets that left me strangely bewildered. I smiled back at him.
"Why are you even here, I thought you were going to close that business deal with Intercorp. in Washington." He shook his head.
"Oh, that's not until Wednesday. He can wait. Plus, I wanted to stay back to hear the deats of a certain anniversary yesterday." Jo raised an eyebrow.
""Oh, that's funny. You can remember everyone else's, but you didn't bother to remember your own when you were dating Tony." Jared smirked. I chuckled. Here it goes.
"One, he didn't either. Two, he was a prick. Three, no one, and I mean no one can tame this tiger." He said, as he ran his fingers through his hair in a pose-like motion.
"Plus, I'm more interested about hearing about Kendall's. How'd it go? You're planning a trip to Paris, had a romantic dinner, or did you guys play an old game of 'Save Me, Logie.' Jo laughed, as the tips of my ears turns red, but I could still hear the agonizing shrill sound of my heart breaking and falling into the deep dark abyss of my mysterious, blackened soul as my heart plummeted in my chest at the mere mention of how I was reminded of how my marriage really was breaking apart. The thought that left me broken and saddened everytime.
"No, actually, he forgot." They both paused and looked at me with an unknown. The first thing that came out of Jared's mouth was.
"Did you want me to kick his ass, because I totally have a guy for that, you know-" I watched as he was cut off by Jo smacking his arm.
"Ow, what?" I sighed and their eyes widened. I smiled sadfully, trying to mask my pain. I was a Knight after all.
"Guys, it's okay. I'm fine." Jared and Jo smiled. Jo looked at me.
"I'm pretty sure something just came up. This is not like Logan." Not the one I know. I thought sarcastically, as I tried to hold back the heavily filled dam behind my eyelids. Jared put a hand on my shoulder.
"Yeah, I bet he's already thinking of a million ways to make it up to you, right now." I smiled.
"I guess so." Jared smiled.
"Well, who's in the mood for Chinese. I'm hungry."Jo said, as Jared and I laughed, even though the smile on my lips hurt worse than the aching in my heart.
"You're always hungry." Jared smirked her. She gawked.
"What? What the baby wants, the baby gets." Jared shook his head.
"Wanna come with?" I shook my head.
"I got some stuff to finish up back here." I said, painfully trying to muster a smile, no matter how much I died a little more very time inside. Jared grimaced.
"Oh no, you are not leaving me with her pregnant, carrot eating friends. I mean, the guys are either too stuck up or the girls are mean and pregnant. You can't win." Jo glared at him, smacking him once more.
"I'm fine, I promise." He sighed.
"Fine, but when the walls finally collapse around you, we'll be at the bistro." He said, as they began to walk away, their conversation echoing through the halls as they left.
""I'm craving a pickle too."
"Pickles are gross."
"They're wonderful."
"Not the way you eat him."Jo popped her head back in the door.
"We'll bring you something back too." Jared peeked his head back in.
"That is if she doesn't eat it on the way back." They walked off and the last thing I heard was an occasional 'ow.' from Jared as they ran down the halls.
It wasn't until they were out of ear-length until I finally let the tears fall down my now reddened cheeks.
"Yeah, I bet he's already thinking of a million ways to make it up to you, right now."
I let out a small illicit sob. If only I could still believe that was true. I collapsed on my desk, pouring out all of my sorrows as I let the melancholy and desperation to be held once again devour and consume my bleeding soul along with the reminiscences of my withered heart, as I cupped my hands to my face and just cried.
(Logan's P. O. V)
My heart thrummed violently in my chest, as I signed my patient's prescription. My mind thinking every possible thought as I thought of Kendall. I honestly had no clue what to do about him, about us. Every word that he said from last night was still whirling around in my overburdened subconscious, his many emotions that ran across his perfect, but delicate features as I snapped at him.
"Drop it, Logan. I can't believe you. I waited up all night for you. You said you'd be back by nine." Desperation and hurt permanently etched on his face as he stared at me in disbelief.
"The hospital had me working overtime and a last minute patient came in and I had to stay. What do you expect me to do." Pain ran across his features immediately, his shattered heart swimming, drowning in his gorgeous emerald green eyes, looking as if he was about to cry as I spoke.
My heart broke in my chest, bleeding profusely as I tried to think of a way to fix it, but the more those heartbreaking thoughts came to mind, the more my subconscious throbbed with the unearthly urge of desperation for not knowing the answer behind my problems. The pain hurt so much, it was almost surreal. It was as if a person came in and slashed a knife deep with my aching chest. I loved my Kendall dearly, but what am I supposed to do when the world constantly gets in the way of our afire love? Is it wrong for me to let it?
I sighed, knowing the obvious answer as I handed the prescription to a nearby nurse. One of my co-workers, Jason came to stand next to me. He was a really joyous and friendly type of guy. Nothing was right if he didn't have a smile on his face. He was around six feet, blue eyes, and had brown hair. He started working here just a year ago. Even though he had a PH.D ,to the rest of us, he was just a rookie, but he was still very skilled and got the job done better than some of the doctor's who worked here for six years. He was also a great friend.
"What's up, Lo? How's Kendall?" I huffed.
"Not good. He's still mad at me at me for coming in late and missing our anniversary last night." I said, the words piercing my throat like poison-covered knives as they fled out of my mouth.
"I feel horrible." I sighed, tiredly as he put a comforting hand on my shoulder. He smiled at me brightly with an expression that kind of reminded me of a certain Latino. I smiled slightly, no matter how much it hurt. I nodded. Camille popped from behind the desk stopping both of our heartbeats. She jumped over it, and I took her hand pulling her lightly off the desk. She smiled brightly.
"Did you just say your anniversary was yesterday? How could you forget? You know, this sounds similar to last year. You can't just blow off your anniversary, Lo. It's special, and it's bad luck for it not to be celebrated." She said, as thumped me against the head head. I grimaced.
"If I missed mine, Lucy would be fucking pissed and I bet Kendall's no different. I bet he's hurt right now. You better fix this first thing with the freaking quickness. Understand brainwave?" She said, as she grabbed my ear and squeased it hard.
"Ow, okay. Just let go." She giggled.
"That's better, and I hear one complaint out of him, you getting it Mitchell." I shook my head. She Level A nuts.
"I don't want to see you step a foot into this hospital tomorrow. Spend some time with your 'Kenny.' She said, with a teasing smirk. I smiled.
"Fine." I said, quickly, but hesitantly, my heart hammering in my chest at the very thought. I just hope I don't mess it up.
Well, that was all folks. I hope I did at least okay. Now, I'm going to bed. Anyway, thanks for reading. Follow and Review. You know I love it. Peace - Genora:)