Drunk Logan
Ch. 26

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Sitting in third period, Veronica was surprised to see Wallace walk in, show the teacher a note and then walk toward her with it.

She opened it, read it and a smile spread across her face. Her dad was back. Just when everything was getting so difficult, her dad was back. She couldn't wait to see him. She wanted to talk to him about Logan. Most girls wouldn't choose to open up and talk to their dads about their love life, or lack thereof. Neither would she normally. He was the only one who she could talk to about it, though. The only other person in her life was Wallace and she didn't think he'd understand. He barely knew the surface of what they'd been through or how much time they'd spent together.

She had felt so isolated, but was elated as she packed up her bag and walked quickly toward the front of the school. When she didn't see her dad's car, she figured he was on his way. She walked into the parking lot a bit, then she heard a voice that sent a chill down her spine.

"You ready, Baby?" She turned slowly and was shocked at how close Troy was standing to her.

When she made a move to run, he just grabbed her arm and then showed her the gun he was holding.

"Where are you going, Baby?" He was holding the gun, but held no malice in his voice. Veronica could hear the sweetness in his voice and see the sincerity on his face. It was as if he was oblivious to the fact that he was threatening her life.

"T-Troy? What are you doing here?" Her voice was shaking, but she couldn't still it. She knew she was in trouble. There was no one in sight and no one would think to come looking for her in the middle of class. 'Why didn't I call Logan and tell him to come with me?'

"What do you mean? I'm here to escort you to the ceremony." He began to usher her to his car. When they got there, he had her get in on the driver's side and climb over to the passenger seat as he followed her so she couldn't escape.

"What ceremony? Troy, what are you talking about? Where are you taking me?" She was frantically trying to think of how she could get out of the situation. He wasn't giving her any outs, though.

"The wedding ceremony, my love." At her horrified expression, he rubbed her knee. "Oh, don't worry. I know you're worried about tradition and me seeing you before the ceremony, but you don't have anything to worry about. We'll be together forever. Until death do us part, right? Even then, who says death can part us?" He started the car and drove to the highway.

Veronica was so scared and confused. Was he actually planning on marrying her? Where was this supposed ceremony? Maybe this was all a sick joke.
She remembered all too well what he was capable of when he was provoked, justified or not. She had to tread lightly with him or she could end up worse off than she was last time. There was no way she could be silent, though, and not try anything.

"Please, Troy. I don't want to do this. What about my dad? He won't even be there to walk me down the aisle." She didn't know if this psychological game she was playing would work out or not.

"Don't worry, Baby. I'm all you need, just like you are all that I need." He smiled at her for a moment before returning his gaze to the road.

She felt hopeless and had no idea of what to do next. Surveying the vehicle around her for anything that could help her, she deflated when nothing jumped out at her. At that moment, she felt her cell phone vibrating in her pocket.

'Oh, yeah, my cell phone. I can use that. I just have to figure out where I'm going before I can tell anyone how to get to me.'

After another half an hour of driving, she realized where they were headed. They passed a sign with the mileage to the border and Tijuana and a couple of other cities. She knew that Troy knew TJ well, he'd been down there several times and would probably have connections there.

She reached into her pocket slowly and began typing a text message, hoping that it would reach it's intended destination. Then, came the waiting game. When they reached the border, she would know whether the text message had worked. If Logan had received the message, he would have enough time to alert the authorities and they would be stopped at the border.

Veronica hadn't sent the message to her dad, unsure of his cell coverage while on his trek to find Troy. 'Surprise, I found him,' she sing-songed in her head. Veronica smiled to herself, as inappropriate as it was. She instantly regretted it when she looked up and saw Troy staring at her.

He caressed her face, which made her shudder. "I knew you'd like this idea. An intimate destination wedding in Mexico, what could be more romantic?"

She made an attempt at a little smile, but she could come up with no more than a little whimper. He didn't seem to notice as he returned his attention to his driving again.

The rest of the ride was spent in silence as Veronica daydreamed about Logan being at the border to collect her once the border patrol detained Troy. She had a while to dream up different scenarios in her head, several of which involved Troy being shot by 30 rounds from a line of patrol officers. All of them ended in Logan enveloping her in his arms and kissing her.

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Logan knew it would be pointless, but tried to call Veronica's phone on his way to Troy's house. He only got her voicemail and slammed the phone shut in frustration.
As soon as the Vandergraff's housekeeper opened the door, he was barreling toward Troy's 'Veronica' room. He found no one there, but shuttered at the mere glimpse of the room. He quickly ran through the rest of the house just in case Troy was hiding elsewhere.

When he left, he sped to his own house. Veronica knew that there was security there. If she had gotten away from Troy or, if by chance, she had left the school grounds of her own accord, she might go to where there was plenty of security.

When he burst through the door, he was screaming her name, hoping to hear her voice in sweet reply. He heard nothing. He ran through the house, continually yelling for her. Then, when he reached her room, he flung open the door and proceeded to burst into her bathroom. The last of his hopes were decimated when he was met with nothing but silence.

That was the final straw for him. He couldn't take it anymore and he broke. He began thrashing through her room. He was suddenly filled with rage. He was angry at Troy for being the psycho that took her and at Veronica for leaving her classroom without calling him, but mostly at himself. He had let his guard down and worse of all, he hadn't even anticipated something like this. Even with all of his planning, he didn't prevent Troy from taking Veronica away from him.

He had trashed most of the room and was tearing apart her made bed and throwing her pillows on the floor, when he spotted a piece of green clothing where one of the pillows had been. He stopped and picked it up. It was his shirt and she had kept it under her pillow. He brought it up to his face and inhaled strongly. He burst into tears as the mixture of his and her scents assaulted his senses.

He was so sure that her revealing the results of the paternity test to Duncan would impact them so greatly, that he made sure to cherish every moment of the night before she told him. But, the day before she disappeared completely, he was spending his time with Jenny, leaving Veronica time to herself.

He stopped crying and tried to catch his breath as he started to remember what Duncan had said.
'She didn't get back together with him. She said that she was in love with someone else and she had my shirt under her pillow.'

'Crap, she loves me...and I brought Jenny home. She probably had no idea what was happening. She thinks I don't want to be with her. What did I do?'

His misery was broken by the alert from his phone. He grabbed it quickly, knowing that it could be one of the guys with news about Veronica. Instead, when he looked at it, he saw a text message. It was from Veronica's number. It read:

'68 mi 2 brdr.'

He pushed the speed dial button on his phone as he sprinted to the Xterra. He jumped into the driver's seat as the call went through.

"Keith, it's me. I just got a text message from her. They are 68 miles from the border." He was yelling into the phone and speeding out of his driveway. Destination: the border.
"Great, she still has her phone and it's on. That means that I can trace it. Look, Logan. This is great news. I can trace her call and I am still in Mexico. Are you on your way?" he asked the boy.

"Already on it!" Logan's voice was strained as he was making a hard turn.

"Good, I'm heading there, too. We just have to make it to her in time."

"In time for what?" Keith had definitely gotten Logan's attention.

"Well, let's not think about it. Hopefully Troy doesn't get rid of her phone before we find them. That tracker will lead us directly to her." He was trying to be strong and business-like, but he knew all too well, the peril his baby girl could be in. The tracking system was a major break and he couldn't let it slip through his fingers.

"I'll call you back, once I get a better idea of where they're headed. You just keep coming this way. I'm also going to call Lamb and a guy I know at the border.

"Sounds good. Call me as soon as you hear anything. Bye."

"Bye."

Logan made a quick call to the rest of the guys to let them know that they had a lead on her and he'd call them with more information as soon as he knew anything.

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Troy and Veronica were within a couple of miles of the border and she was getting more and more nervous. She hoped that Logan had gotten the message and that he'd gotten it in time to actually do something about it.

Veronica was also concerned about how Troy would react when the authorities tried to stop him. He could try to hurt her. She just wanted it all to be over. She was kicking herself for being so stupid, going out to the parking lot and standing there alone.

Troy's hand on her leg pulled her out of her thoughts. He rubbed up her thigh and rested his hand on her upper leg with his fingers resting on her inner leg. Although he wasn't violating her, the touch was still sexual enough in nature that she felt queasy.

"Look, Baby, we're almost to the border. After the ceremony, we'll go back to the villa I've rented and begin the rest of our lives together. I have wonderful plans for our honeymoon. I'd tell you about them, but I really want you to be surprised. All I can tell you is that we will finally be together. No distractions, no interruptions, no other people. Just me, worshiping every inch of your body for hours. It's going to be great!" Troy was being so sincere. He wasn't trying to terrify her or torture her. He truly believed in the alternate reality he had created for him and Veronica. He felt like he was being thoughtful and romantic and he couldn't wait to begin their future together.

Troy's minimal description of events only served to further sicken and terrify Veronica. From the way he was speaking, she knew that he was out of his mind. That scared her even more. If he was just trying to be malicious or vengeful or terror-inducing, she would know more of what to expect from him.

Instead, he was being sincere and sweet and romantic. How was she supposed to act around this "loving" guy, knowing what he was truly capable of and not knowing what would set him off? She could see how she would have fallen for this 'plan' of his, if she loved him and didn't know that he was psychotic.

Finally, she could see the border crossing. In order to keep her new alertness from Troy and as a way of trying to protect herself from what lie ahead; she pressed herself into the back of her seat as far as possible. She wanted to close her eyes and wait until it was all over, but she couldn't. She couldn't force her eyes to close. She had to know what was happening around her.

They reached the crossing and stopped, waiting in line behind a couple of other cars. Veronica glanced at Troy and noticed his carefree demeanor. He wasn't concerned at all. She continued to look around and watched as the guards spoke to and passed the drivers in front of them. Troy inched the car closer and closer to the crossing.

When he reached the guard, he rolled down his window and smiled at the man. The two exchanged a few words, but Veronica wasn't listening to what they were saying. She kept looking out the windows, waiting for something to happen. She wasn't sure what she expected. The SWAT team sneaking into position? The FBI surrounding the vehicle, guns drawn?

What she did see unnerved her. The few agents present, were milling around, going about their daily business, not even sparing a glance at her. Her attention was brought back to Troy and the agent at his window when she heard the man speak.

"Well, congratulations on the nuptials you two. Have a great time in Mexico." The officer stepped back from the vehicle and waved them through.

"Thank you, Sir. We will." Troy waved at the man and pulled the car forward.

The next thing Veronica knew, the car pulled to a stop in front of a mid-sized villa. She looked at the clock on the dash and realized that it had been an hour since they passed through the border.

Veronica remembered no part of the drive. The last thing she remembered was her entire world shattering and all hope that she'd had deflating. She went numb, mind and body. All she could think was, 'He didn't get the message. No one knows where I am and I'm not going to be saved.'

Troy opened her door from the outside and the breeze hit her, awakening her senses. She was a fighter, she knew that. She also knew that she would have to find a way out of this mess herself. The hope that she'd had in being saved had given her hope that Troy would not have the chance to start their honeymoon. Her working on her own meant that she would most likely not be leaving Mexico anytime soon. It would take a while before she'd earn his trust enough to be left alone long enough for an escape.
Troy held his hand out to her. He had almost a giddy smile on his face and Veronica could tell that he was bursting with excitement. She took a shaky breath and joined her hand with his, allowing him to guide her away from the car and into the villa.

As they were walking through the door, Troy stopped her and spun her around, bringing her close to him. She was frozen in her memories of his earlier attack on her. When he nuzzled her neck and she realized that he was not going to attack her again, she still did not relax.

"Just think, Baby," he was whispering in her ear. "The next time we come through that threshold, I will be carrying you, my new wife, over it."

He jerked back from her excitedly. "Now, let's get a move on...we've got some 'I do's to get to!" He clapped his hands once and ushered her down the hall.

"Where are we going?"

"To the bedroom, my dear." Veronica's eyes widened and she began to panic again. She thought that she'd have a little bit of time before they "consummated" their relationship. She had figured that they wouldn't have an actual wedding ceremony, but she had hoped they would at least do some settling in.

She was about to start fighting back, when Troy swung open the bedroom door and her gaze landed on a beautifully made white wedding gown. It was laid out perfectly on the bed, along with the accessories, down to the embroidered nylons.

When he heard her gasp, he took it as a positive sign of her joyful surprise. He smiled softly and leaned toward her ear.

"Well, I couldn't have my bride getting married in her school clothes, now could I?" He spoke softly to her as he rubbed up and down her arms.

He went to the bed and picked up the garments and then led her into a large dressing room. There were no windows and no way of escape. When he hung up the garments, he kissed her on the cheek and told her to let him know if she needed any help. He would be in the bedroom, dressing in his tux.

She shut the door behind him and just stared at the wedding apparel. Although she wasn't completely numb anymore, she was still in a fog. It felt as though she was trying to connect very easy dots, but just couldn't find how they fit together. It seemed simple enough. Clothes off, wedding stuff on.

It should have been very simple, but the act of slipping off her shoes seemed like climbing a mountain. She wasn't sure how long she'd been in there when Troy opened the door.

"Veronica? Didn't you hear me? I was calling your name." He looked at her and frowned. She was still fully clothed in her school clothes and stroking the wedding dress gently with her hand.
"It's beautiful, isn't it? I know, but we don't have a lot of time to get ready and I know you want to look great on your big day. Not that you won't. You'd look good in a paper sack." He chuckled. "Since I am completely ready, I'll just help you."

He bent down and began to take off her shoes. She looked at him and didn't know what to do. He was going to undress her. 'I should have just gotten dressed quickly. Now, I'm going to be naked in front of him.'

She hoped that by giving up a little of her dignity, she could save herself in the long run. He didn't seem to have plans to "start their honeymoon" until after this supposed ceremony. At worst, he would see her naked. If she fought back now, he might become enraged and the situation would only get worse.

She made her decision to allow this to happen, hoping that she was right. Hoping that she would only have to be vulnerable to him for a few moments before dawning her gown.

She watched as he slipped off her shoes and then her socks. He stood and looked her in the eyes as he slid her jacket sleeves off of her arms. He grabbed the hem of her shirt and gently lifted it over her head. Then his hands moved to the button on her jeans. He unbuttoned them and slowly slid them all the way down her legs. His body traveling down hers as the clothing descended. With a strong hand, he lifted each leg as he removed them from her pants. His eyes surveyed her body as he rose to meet her eyes again.

"The panties will work fine, but the dress is backless." At her blank look, he leaned into her, reached his arms around her and rested his chin lightly on her shoulder. "This," he unhooked her bra strap, "will have to go." He was speaking in a low voice and she could tell that he was turned on.

When he pulled back to allow the bra to drop, he saw the look in her eyes. He got a twinkle in his eye and smiled.

"Now, now, my bride. None of that! I know what you're thinking, but that will just have to wait. We have a schedule to keep. Besides, there is no way I would defile you by taking your innocence before we are joined in marriage. This is going to be perfect, we will be perfect."

Veronica almost corrected him regarding her virginity, but thought better of it. The only thing that had kept him the perfect gentleman to this point, had been the fantasy world he'd been living in. If she chose to destroy that fantasy for him, she didn't know how he'd react.

She was relieved to know that he was restraining his aroused state, at least for a little while. Before he could change his mind and have another opportunity to touch her, she began to slip on her dress. He helped her fasten the back and then she finished dressing.

When she was fully dressed, they walked into the bedroom and he took her by the hand and spun her around, whistling at the sight of her.

"Wow, I knew you'd be beautiful in this, but I had no idea...wow!" He stood, admiring her. "Let's get going, we've got to be to the church in a few minutes."
"Church?" Veronica managed to squeak out as he tugged her along behind him.

"Of, course. Where else would we get married?" Veronica was starting to realize that they were actually going to get married. After seeing the dress, she thought maybe they'd stand in the living room or on the beach behind the villa and say vows to each other or something. Apparently, he was making sure everything was done "right."

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2honest4myowngood: Well, hopefully your hand will start feeling better soon. That'll teach those boys! (winks). Anyway, thanks for effort of a review with a bum hand.

LoVeElle: I'm so glad I can give your heart a workout. You know, it's good to get the blood pumping every once in a while. :-) Ah...Logan didn't know that V loved him. He was too overwhelmed by all of the information about Veronica missing and V and Duncan's conversation. He never actually registered that she was in love with someone else. Anyway, thank you for the great review! Hope you enjoyed this chapter...another cliffie.

AJzkitten69: Well, I'm so glad I could add a little piece of Weevil action in there for you AND that I could lull you into a false sense of security before ripping the rug out from under you!

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