Chapter Eight

The car stopped at the curb when the driver's side door opened and a tall woman walked toward the stairs. Her black hair was pulled back in a bun as black rimmed glasses framed her green eyes and the heels of her black shoes clicked as she went up the stairs. A few minutes later she stood in front of the door when she knocked and looked at her watch. The door opened when she looked at Campbell and he blinked, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

"Is Marcy home?" Catherine Walsh was Marcy caseworker from Child Services and Campbell looked at her, yawned then nodded his head. Opening the door, he watched while she walked inside the living room when she turned and he stretched his arms over his head as he yawned. "Will you tell her I'm here?" He held up a finger when he walked down the hallway then went inside the kitchen and Catherine looked at her watch again.

"Miss Walsh?" Marcy asked when she walked into the living room and Catherine looked at her, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Where is Logan?" she asked and Marcy frowned.

"Um, he's still in bed. What are you doing here?" Marcy asked and Catherine sighed.

"I received a complaint on my desk yesterday that Logan might be in danger."

"What are you on aboot?" she asked when Catherine looked at Campbell, who was standing against the wall, and Marcy turned around, looking at him. "Are you talking aboot him?!"

"Yes," she said with a nod of her head.

"Who filed the complaint?" Campbell asked as he walked closer and stood behind Marcy.

"The complaint was filed by Logan's father," Catherine said as Marcy's eyes went wide and she balled her hands into fists.

"Peter filed the complaint?! He didnae even know that Logan was his son!" Marcy shouted as Campbell hushed her and slid his arms around her.

"I knew he'd put two and two together," Campbell said, feeling the anger growing inside him.

"Now, if you dinnae mind, I need tae see Logan," Catherine said.

"Why? Are you going tae take him?" Campbell asked.

"I have no choice. This isnae a safe place for him," she said as Campbell stopped Marcy from lunge at her and sighed.

"No, dinnae do that. I'll leave," Campbell said when he let Marcy go and headed down the hallway then went inside his room. Glaring at Catherine, Marcy stormed down the hallway when she walked into Campbell's room then stopped, watching him placing his clothes into a suitcase.

"Campbell?" she asked as she walked closer and saw the tears streaming down his face. His hands were shaking when he balled his hands into fists and she slid her arms around him, holding him tightly against her.

"I-I'm sorry," he sobbed while she hushed him when Logan walked into the doorway and rubbed the sleep from his eyes.

"Mummy, why is Campbell crying?' he asked as he stood next to them and Campbell sniffed, wiping his eyes. Kneeling down, he looked at him then took Logan's hands and sighed.

"Um, I have tae go, Little Mate," he said as Logan blinked and tilted his head to one side.

"Where are you going?"

"Nae sure, but I do know that I have tae go."

"Campbell, no, dinnae do this," Marcy said as she placed her hand on his shoulder and he shook his head.

"Marcy, I'm nae going tae let you lose him because of me," he said as Logan frowned and looked at Marcy.

"What is he talking aboot?" Logan asked.

"Miss Walsh is here."

"Why?"

"She says you have tae go with her," Marcy said as his eyes went wide and his mouth dropped open.

"Why?"

"You just have tae."

"Why?"

"She says it's dangerous because I'm living here," Campbell said and felt his heart breaking. "That's why I'm the one leaving."

"No!" Logan shouted when he ran out of the room and Campbell stood up, placing his clothes in the suitcase.

"You better go check on him," he said softly as she stormed out of the room then stopped when she saw Catherine standing in the hallway. Growling, Marcy walked down the hallway when she walked into Logan's room but the room was empty.

"Logan?" she asked when Campbell walked up behind her and she turned around, looking at him. "Where is he?"

Nodding his head toward the wardrobe, Campbell walked to the wardrobe door when he knocked and leaned against the door.

"Mister Tumnus, is Logan in there?" he asked while Catherine walked into the room and Campbell opened the door, looking down at Logan. Logan held onto Buttons the teddy bear as he looked up at Campbell and Campbell saw the large tears in Logan's eyes. Kneeling down, Campbell removed the shoes and sneakers from the bottom of the wardrobe when he picked Logan up and sat down, pulling his legs up and placing his feet against the side of the wardrobe. Holding Logan against his chest, he kissed the top of Logan's head and placed Buttons on the floor.

"Dinnae leave," Logan whispered as he buried his face in Campbell's chest and Campbell sighed.

"I dinnae think I have a choice," Campbell sighed, brushing the hair from his eyes.

"Aye, you do. Just tell Miss Walsh that you're nae dangerous."

"And how do I prove tae her that I'm nae dangerous?" he asked and Logan shrugged.

"Are you going back tae Saint Jude's?"

"I might have tae."

"Will they let you do your radio show?"

"Um, no, I'd be on Ward Three and I wouldnae be allowed tae leave. In fact, I wouldnae be allowed visitors."

"Nae even Mummy and me?" Logan asked and Campbell shook his head. "But that's nae fair."

"The sad bit is that I wouldnae care. Why should I? I'd have no home, no job or the two people that mean everything that is good in my life. I'd be nothing more than an empty shell with these dead eyes. That's what they look like on Ward Three."

Marcy looked at them while she thought about how Campbell can be crafty when he wanted to be but the look in his eyes showed her that he wasn't kidding.

"You're nae joking around, are you?" she asked as he shook his head and wrapped his arms around Logan.

"Mister Bain…" Catherine said when she walked closer then knelt down on her haunches and Logan buried his face in Campbell's chest.

"If it's all the same tae you, you can call me Campbell," Campbell said as she looked into his eyes and blinked.

"Campbell, you have tae understand…"

"Och, I understand. You're just doing your job. The thing is you're tearing apart my family. I know that Marcy and I arenae married but we're family just the same. It is true that I am manic/depressive but I take my drugs and go see my therapist when I have tae. I do admit that I do get hyper but I have never hurt her or Logan. Well, there was that time we were jumping on the bed and he banged his head on the wall."

"That hurt," Logan said as Campbell half smiled and nodded. "He bought me ice cream afterward."

"The first time he saw me depressed, he just played quietly while I sat on the couch."

"Then he got on the floor and played cars with me."

"So, if that's what you consider dangerous then I guess I'll leave," Campbell sighed when Catherine got up and headed for the door. She stopped as she placed her hand on the doorframe then turned, looking at him.

"If anyone is leaving, it's me," she said as she walked down the hallway and Marcy followed her to the door.

"Miss Walsh?" she asked when Catherine stopped and turned around, looking at her.

"I have never seen eyes like that in all my life. He was serious, wasnae he? I mean aboot just nae caring anymore."

"Aye, he was serious," she said, nodding.

"Then I guess I have no other recourse."

"You've lost me."

"There is no way in HELL I am breaking up this family," she said and Marcy gave her a stunned look.

"What aboot the complaint?"

"I dinnae see any danger here and that is what I am writing in my report. See you next month," Catherine said as she left and Marcy closed the door, leaning against it. After calming down, she half ran down the hallway as she headed for Logan's room and ran inside, closing the door behind her.