This is more about Logan and Julie's past. I got this idea from a reviewer named 'Sarah', thanks for the wonderful idea! I hope you enjoy it. REVIEW and the chapter will come faster. See you darlings at the bottom.
"Be afraid of the untouchable, but don't fear the unreachable"-Lacy Nerverm
I knocked on Professor Xavier's door, glad to be out of my water-logged clothes. Angry didn't even cover how affronted I was with Logan. He'd better watch his step from now on.
Come in invoked the professor. Everyone was used to his manner of telepathy. It had become second nature to me.
His office was vivid with two large rectangular windows on either end. In the center sat a desk made of solid oak.
"Julianne," said the professor beaming, "How are you this morning?"
I shifted from foot to foot uncomfortably in the doorway. "I'm… fine, and how are you?"
He caught on right away, as I knew he would. "And how are things with you and Logan?" An awkward silence spread violently through the room. I was very wearisome of this certaintopic.
"Well professor," I faked a smile, "I'm sure you know more about how thing are going then I." He grinned again, wrinkles appearing on his gentle face as he did so.
"You're a smart girl, Julianne." His words affected me more so then I'd planned. The truth was, that I was so incredibly un-smart, it showed at times.
I brushed back a piece of auburn hair that had fallen out of my ponytail. "Well," Professor Xavier articulated, folding his hands on the desk, "I just wondered if you'd like to accompany me on one of my special trips next weekend. I've invited Logan and Scott along and decided it would be informative to bring on a new face."
He waited patiently for my reply. Of course, a new adventure was always a thrill, but Logan would be tagging along. I'd have to do my best to ignore him to the fullest extent, if possible.
"Of course," I stuttered, "It would be my pleasure." Professor Xavier smiled, his eyes twinkling in the glimmer of the lights.
That night, it was not a vision that haunted me, but my unforgotten past. As much as I tossed and turned, I could not halt the nightmare.
"I lay on the bed, face down in the heavy sheets. They smelled of smoke. A women's voice broke the immediate silence. "You filthy, good-for-nothing little brat, how many times have I warned you to stay away from the neighbors?"
I remained silent. "Answer me!" shrieked the women, slapping me with full force across the cheek. Tears stung me eyes.
"You're fucking stupid, that's all you are…fuckin' stupid." The women grabbed me by the hair, and pulled me roughly off the bed. Though I screamed for help, all she did was laugh at my agony.
She dragged me through the doorway and left me sobbing on her porch. "Stay out!" she screamed, "And don't you dare come back, or I'll really take a belt to you." She slammed the door behind her.
"It was the alcohol that was the demon" she'd once told me. It consumed her fully at times, forcing her to rant and rave all over the place. I'd hide in the attic and sometimes under the bed. She never deserved a daughter like me. And I never did anything to deserve a mother like her.
What was once my home lay behind me, as I began walking away. Dirty and without shoes, I made the journey to the nearest town. Most of the time, I'd beg for money. I slept in dumpsters and under trees alongside the highway. That's where Logan found me.
I awoke one night to the sound of rustling feet outside the dumpster in which I slept. Quietly, I peeked over the ledge. There, lay a huge man with more muscle then I'd seen in a lifetime. His hair was messy and unruly. He seemed sort of unsure on his feet at the time, so I jumped out to help him, even though he seemed frightening.
"Sir," I called to him, "Do you need some help?" As I moved closer I noticed his nose was bleeding. When I approached him, the nose bleed had disappeared and he moved more swiftly on his feet. It was like magic.
"You know kid," the man spoke hoarsely; "You really shouldn't talk to strangers." He combed his finger through his tangled hair, still a bit unsure of himself. He looked around the parking lot.
"What are you doing out here by yourself?" The man questioned. I was uncertain whether or not he was trustworthy, but he did seem like an outcast, same as I was, so I told him my story. To my surprise, he listened with a complete intensity that made me feel more comfortable.
When I'd finished, he stood against his pickup truck, silent for a few moments. "So," he alleged, "It seems like you're in need of a ride." I nodded. "And," he smiled, "It seems like I'm about to take on a runaway." I stared motionless at him for a moment, my eyes searching. "Kid," he continued, "I'm not sure if this is legal, but, what the hell, hop in."
From there on we drove through different towns and became closer. He said that his name was Logan, and that he didn't like kids. He told me things that I swore to keep secret until the day I die. We got along well, as long as he didn't smoke while I was around. I let off a lot of steam when he was around and Logan constantly paid close attention.
Always the fatherly figure I'd never had. I loved him more and more each day. He wasn't good with his emotions so we kept our distances. Our differences kept us together, kept us strong."
I awoke from the dream, beads of sweat rolled down my cheeks. It wasn't until a moment later I realized it wasn't sweat, it was tears. Silently, I crawled out of bed, making my way to the place I felt most comfortable, then, and now.
Logan always left his door open, so I slipped into the room. His deep breathing surrounded me. I contently watched him sleep, just as I used to. He was so beautiful and peaceful, that it hurt to watch, knowing I could never have him.
When morning neared, I moved, like a ghost, out of his room. He would never realize I'd come. That thought made me sad, in way I'd never felt before. How could I hold back the inevitable?
I was in love with Logan. I'd been wanting to admit it for so long, that my heart felt like a heavy load had been lifted. I wanted him, more then anything else in the world.
Wow, this was one heavy chapter! Please review, as always; tell me your opinion and ideas for the next installment! The more reviews, the more I want to write.
-Carolyn
