It's been 1 week and 4 days since you've managed to escape the house or utter anymore than 'mmph' or a simple yes or no. You've not seen anyone besides Wallace for that whole time and quite frankly you could have done without his presence too.

Logan has been calling everyday but you refuse to talk to him. He's left emails and message and texts but you've not replied to any of them. By now you're sure he knows about your dad, it has to have gone around school for sure and that's why you haven't been answering mostly.

The cuts and bruises you had from Duncan and Dick raping you have healed mostly and you're almost looking normal again, besides the fact that your eyes are puffy and red from crying every day.

"Veronica? Are you hungry? I'm making spaghetti." Wallace calls out, but you are safely wrapped under your doona cover with your head covered with a pillow listening to the most depressing music you could find on your blackberry.

"V? You there? Earth to Mars."

Wallace peaks his head around the corner.

"Veronica, please come and eat. All you've had in the past week and a half is a few pieces of toast and some soup. We don't have to talk, I just want you to eat. Please, Veronica."

Slowly you get up, dressed in a light cotton pair of pyjamas and carrying a stuffed toy your dad won for you at a carnival a long time ago. You spot the spaghetti and twirl bits around your fork, eventually opening your mouth and putting some inside.

As you begin to eat there's a knock on the door and Wallace goes to answer it. You try to escape because you just know it's going to be Logan and he'll want to talk and you still aren't up for that and maybe you never will be again.

Surprisingly it's not. Weevil stands at the door dressed in his usual outfit of blue denim jeans a black shirt and a leather jacket. He gives you one look, that look that means he's sorry and it makes your heart melt and you break down in front of Wallace and Weevil.

"Weevil." You scratch out of your throat as you throw your arms around the biker.

"It's alright, V. I'm here now." He says, reassuring you.

You hold tight onto his jacket, letting your tears fall down the shiny leather as Weevils hands brush through your hair. He seems so tough and macho but when it comes down to his friends he's the sweetest guy around and you're suddenly glad he stopped by.

"Hey man do you reckon you can look after her for the night? It's my mum's birthday and I told her that I'd try and stop by."

"Nah, it's cool. You go, I'll stay with V, tonight."

Wallace smiles at you softly and apologizes with his eyes. But you don't hate him for leaving because he's been here ever since it happened, looking after you, cooking and buying you food even if you won't eat it. He's been cleaning the house and feeding your dog, sending emails to relatives about the death of Keith Mars and in your heart you are thankful to have Wallace in your life.

"I know you don't want to talk about this at all V, let alone with me but it helps to let it out." Weevil says soothing you with his voice.

"I…it just…my dad…and then Wallace…Logan and I…then...then…Duncan and Dick."

"What about Duncan and Dick? Did they hurt you?"

"N…no. I just…my dad." You sob, letting Weevil run his hands up and down your back.

"What happened between you and Echolls? I hate the kid but he makes you happy. Why isn't he over here?"

But before you can answer Logan bursts through the door with a huge bouquet of fresh flowers, chocolates, movies and large square wrapped thing all in his hands. The first sight he gets is of you in Weevil's arms with your mouth open ready to talk as he holds you tight soothing you with his voice and hands and you can tell he's not impressed.

"What the hell is going on?" Logan asks, placing the flowers on the bench along with the chocolate, movies and the gift.

"L…Logan…I"

"So that's it then? You can't talk to me so you go running to Weevil?"

"No…Logan it's not…not like that."

"Really Veronica, coz that's certainly what it fucking seems like to me."

"Logan, I just…my dad and everything…and…I."

"I was your boyfriend Veronica and you couldn't even tell me! What the hell does that say about us?"

"Don't yell at her man." Weevil says, warning Logan.

"Shut the fuck up Weevil. This is none of your business, go back to your granny."

"Watch it Echolls. Veronica is a dear friend and what's going on with her life is my business. I care about her which is more than I can say for you."

"Oh get a life will you? Veronica will never be low enough to date you Weevil so stop dreaming."

As Weevil goes to throw a punch you grab his arm and plead to him to stop. He does and you make him sit.

"Thanks Weevil. Logan, I think the best thing right now for all of us is if you leave."

"You'd rather have him here than me? I thought you loved me?"

"I did. I do. I just need to be alone Logan."

"Alone? Right. I get it." He picks up the gift and throws it to you. Luckily you catch it. "Sorry I bothered."

As the door slams you rip of the envelope off the paper and read the contents of the letter inside.

'Veronica Mars.

I'm sorry for what happened to your dad and getting angry at you but you have to know that I care about you enough to be worried about losing you. I think if I ever did I'd go crazy all over again like I did with Lilly only this time I wouldn't live to see another time because I could simply not go on without you.

I made this by hand for you because I think you'd really like it. It took me 3 days to make and I had to ask a lot of people for pictures. So I hope you appreciate the time and effort it took me to do this for you.

We'll never forget your dad Veronica and now you won't have to worry about it either because you have this.

I love you, I always will and someday I'm going to marry you Veronica Mars.

Logan Echolls.'

You tear the paper open and reveal a photo frame with a collage of pictures of you and your dad. Ranging from the time when you were young to just a few months ago. The present is so perfect and so heartfelt that you immediately feel sorry for kicking him out when all he wants to do is make sure you're okay and take care of you.

"Wow, V. Even I think that's great and I hate Logan."

"I…oh god…my dad." You say, the waterworks starting all over again.

Weevil wraps his arms around you and calms you down

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The day of your father's funeral you are dressed in a simple black dress, cut below the knee and exposing as little cleavage as possible with a black over coat over the top. People gather at the grave site of Keith Mars, shedding a few tears and dropping flowers onto the casket.

As people come to give you their condolences Logan appears at the back of the crowd holding a bunch of white lilies and wearing one of his designer suits that you think look impeccable on him. He smiles at you softly and then drops the flowers on the casket and the priest begins to talk.

You sit between Weevil and Wallace, clutching Weevil's cheap (compared to Logan's) jacket with one hand and squeezing Wallace's hand with your other hand. Logan sits a few rows back watching you with those deep eyes and all you want to do is apologise for kicking him out the other day.

The priest begins to ramble and then it's time to give his eulogy and even though you are supposed to be doing it you just can't go up there.

"Now, Veronica Mars, Keith's daughter will give his eulogy." The priest announces and even though you have the speech written and all you have to do is read it, thinking about getting up there is making you faint.

"Veronica, let me." Logan whispers, appearing in front on your on his knees, pleading for you to just let him do what he likes best. Looking after you.

You give the sheet to Logan without a word and sit back. Logan whispers something to the priest and once again announces for the eulogy.

"Veronica has asked Logan Echolls to speak on her behalf."

Logan takes the podium and even though Logan is easy going and the least afraid of public speeches out of anyone you know, he looks uneasy and frightened.

"I'm going to read the speech Veronica prepared to read out." He pauses and looks down at the sheet.

"My dad was my hero, my best friend and at times my only friend. I cannot explain, show or tell you how much he meant to me or will always mean to me because as I see it undying love goes beyond anything anyone can comprehend or begin to show. My father was a simple man at the best of times and once was a protector of the public before he started his private investigator business. He taught me many things that I will keep with me forever. Things like not to be afraid of the world because it's just as afraid as you are. But I think the most important thing he taught me was to always be myself and stay true to who I am because in the end it's the best way to live life and if we all pretended to be people we weren't then life would be a lie. I respected my dad above all other people and not only am I losing my only family, best friend, father and hero but I'm losing my mentor because without my dad I wouldn't be who I am today and I know that as the years go on I will keep him with me and he will always be remembered for the man he was and that is what will keep me going. To Keith Richard Mars, protector, hero and father. Life will never be the same without you."

Logan nods his head at you and you smile at him a little. He leaves his standing position and returns to his seat.

Later on when the wake proceeds at the community hall you spot Logan walking towards you but for the first time since you lost your dad you don't run or hide or ignore him but you rather embrace him and smile as he heads your way.

"Logan." You choke, feeling the tears well up.

"It's okay. I'm here, Veronica. Just me. I'm always here." He reassures you, running his slick fingers through your tangled mess of hair.

"I'm so sorry, Logan. I was so confused and upset. I didn't know what to do."

"Shh, I know baby. It's fine. We're fine now. I'll never let anyone hurt you Veronica."

As soon as he says that you look over to your left and see Duncan and Dick conversing with some of the other 09ers. They all seem to be having a good time at the wake of your father's funeral.

"Logan, I need to tell you something." You say, staring directly into Duncan's eyes.

"What is it?"

"Can we go somewhere first?"

"Sure."

You and Logan walk outside into the Neptune sun. He holds your hand and kisses your forehead.

"That night, that Wallace called and I left you place, do you remember?"

"Yeah."

"Well, I went to Dick's house."

"Casablancas?"

"Yes. I needed someone to talk to that wasn't you or Duncan and Dick was the first person I could think of. At first I didn't go there to have sex or try and forget but then I just wanted to talk and he was just there and that's where I went."

"What's the catch Veronica because you're making me nervous standing here."

"Well, when I got there Duncan and Dick were both there and they were…well playing with each other…"

Logan starts to laugh but then sees the serious side to it all.

"What happened next?"

"Duncan made me suck him off then when I tried to leave again he hit me and then Dick and Duncan raped me and those bruises and cuts were Duncan's doing, but I'm so sorry Logan." You cry, hoping he'll forgive you.

He looks blank and you watch as he digs his nails into his own palm and his knuckles turn white.

"Logan?"

"I'm going to kill him. I told him if he ever…ever hurt you again I'll fucking kill him. I'll murder that fucking bastard Veronica."

You believe Logan. How can you not with a look like that. But you don't want Logan to lay a hand on either of the boys because Logan will get into to trouble and you can't live without Logan now.

"Logan please. Just leave it. I'll report it to the police."

"Veronica, you've been through enough without having an interrogation. Just let me handle this okay?"

"Please, Logan don't." You say grabbing his shoulder.

He shrugs you off and gives you a icy cold glare and then turns around and walks back into the hall. You follow and watch as he approaches the boys laughing and then takes them outside the back with him. As you run around the back you see Logan's car jetting off with both the boys hanging their heads out the windows.

Oh no.

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It's 9.00pm. Logan hasn't called. Where is he? What has he done?

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12.45am.

No call.

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4.07am.

You awake from an hours sleep and have finally had enough of waiting to hear from Logan. You grab your keys, step past Backup and run out the door.

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6.25am.

The streets are practically empty as the sun rises slowly. There's no sign on Logan's car and he's not answering his phone and either is Dick and Duncan.

You pray and hope to God that he hasn't done anything stupid. Please Logan. Please.

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9.15am.

You retreat back to your apartment and find Logan's car outside in the parking lot empty but there's clearly blood stains on the seats in the back and smeared on one of the windows. What has gone on.

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You get inside and find Logan sitting against the counter on the floor with his knees at his chest staring blankly at a bloody and bruised Duncan and a very hurt Dick. Both boys are lying barely alive on the floor with blood dripping on the floor and Backup sitting close by watching in horror.

Everything seems to go in slow motion as soon as you get in the door. Logan doesn't even look up at you as you rush to Duncan's side to check his pulse.

He doesn't even bother to help or talk to tell you what happened. He sits on his own staring at the mess he created. At least he brought them back here right? At least he didn't leave them to die in the streets or wherever this went down right? He has to get credit for that doesn't he?

"Logan, I need to know what happened." You ask, as you dial for an ambulance.

He doesn't reply.

"Logan please. I don't need this right now."

Blood seeps onto your clothes as you hold up Dick's head to check the damage. It's safe to say that Dick was not nearly as beaten as Duncan and for a minute you wonder how the hell Logan took on both boys and winning with barely a scratch on his delicious body.

You hear the sirens of the ambulance and the van pull up in the parking lot and then the footsteps to your apartment. The world slows as they get in, trying to comprehend what has happened. But why are they asking you? You have no idea what happened. So you point the finger at Logan and one of the police officers who have joined the party start to arrest Logan, but it's not unfamiliar for Logan.

"Do you know anything about the events Miss?"

"No…I just got home...I was looking for my boyfriend all night and then gave up and when I got back he was here with Dick and Duncan."

"How long have they been here?"

"I…I don't know…I couldn't…I mean…it's not been long. It couldn't have been right?"

"The dark haired boy has a lot of internal damage and suspected internal bleeding. Definite surgery and possible life support. He's in a pretty bad condition Miss, he'll be lucky if he survives the trip to the hospital." The ambulance officer informs you.

"And…and Dick?"

"He doesn't seem to have suffered as much as the other, a few stitches, a cast for his broken arm and possible internal bleeding. He'll be damn sore when he comes too and very sick but he's got a large chance of surviving."

"Good…I…oh god."

As the ambulance drives off in the distance and you see the police men take Logan away you sit on your blood stained couch finally and recollect your thoughts on how your losing everyone around you so suddenly and quickly.

"Weevil." You say simply as he answers the phone.

"Veronica, what's wrong?"

"I need you. I just need you."

"I'll be there in 5."

So as you wait on your blood covered couch with Backup by your side, staring into oblivion and wondering how suddenly and all so fast your life turned into a horror movie with as many twists and turns as The OC you can't get a grip and feel like you're losing yourself in all this mess and drama.

Like mourning Keith, your father wasn't enough now you most likely have to mourn the death of your ex boyfriend and possibly Dick Casablancas. What else have you to lose?

Best friend. Father. Ex boyfriend. Friend. Next will be Logan and the Wallace and then Weevil and slowly you'll become the last person on Earth as some punishment from God.

Sorry for the super long wait on this, but I had to think of something to write and then I just wasn't interested and stuff. Also sorry for the shorter than usual chapter but I'll try to update next time with a longer chapter and hopefully one set on more of a happier note.