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Chapter 6- Family

"I'm gonna go ahead and pack in my room. Are you going to be okay by yourself?" Logan inquired as he stood in front of the doorway, worry in his eyes. I rolled my eyes, trying to act nonchalant. Truth is, I didn't want him to leave. Ever since I had gotten that text message from my dad, I felt that strange feeling that someone is always watching me. Logan has been by my side every second of every day. I knew he wouldn't admit it, but he hasn't slept these past few nights very well, and honestly, neither have I. It's been hell, not knowing where my dad is. Not knowing whether or not he was going to come into the very room I was in to murder me. Worry filling my whole soul that if I fell asleep, I'd wake up right back at my father's house, living a nightmare.

Logan has been the only thing keeping me alive and sane. The few hours of sleep I've gotten have been because Logan has been right there by my side at every moment. Logan…he's my world. I love him more then I've loved anything. He makes me feel like I actually mean something, like I'm not the horrible whore that my father made me believe I was for years of my life. When I'm with Logan, I don't need to feel like I need to do better or be someone else. I'm myself with Logan, and that is enough for him.

"Hey Day?" he whispered, suddenly right next to me. I looked at him with a small smile.

"Yeah?"

"Are you alright?" he inquired, worry filling his warm voice. I rolled my eyes again, a hint of a smirk playing on my face.

"I'm fine Logan. Really."

"Are you sure you're going to be okay if I go ahead and pack?" he asked. I nodded.

"Lo, I'm not a child. I will be just fine." I assured, and he nodded. He kissed my nose softly before walking out the door. I took a deep breath, and told myself that I would be fine.

There had been no word from my dad since that text message 3 days ago, but I was still scared half to death. There was always that tugging worry at the back of my mind that he was going to come and find me and kill me. Ironic, isn't it? Your father is supposed to be the one that protects you. They are supposed to be the one to scare your first dates, and threaten to hurt them horribly if they ever hurt you. They are supposed to be the ones that you can always trust.

That was not my father. He was the opposite. Instead of going to him for protection, I ran from him to find protection. He's the one that hurts me. He makes me fear for my life every day. He's not a father.

I sighed and flopped onto my bed as I finished packing my last suitcase. Something still confused me very greatly.

My father, he hurt me. He abused me both physically and mentally. He's the reason why my mother is in a coma and my sister ran away from home. But somehow, I still love him. He's my father. He raised me for 8 years of my life. I was Daddy's Little Girl, and I can't hate him. I just can't. No matter how much I try to hate him, he's my family. He's my father, and I love him.

Tears slowly formed in my eyes, and I wondered if I was ever going to go a day without crying. Just one day being happy and not having a care in the world. I just wanted one day to not cry.

"Hey, hey, hey." Logan's voice sounded in my ear as he pulled me into his arms. "What's wrong?"

I didn't answer. I just couldn't. My throat felt like it was filled with cotton. I loved my dad. He hurts me, and I love him. How can that be?

"What is that bastard doing now? What did he-"

"I love him, Logan." I whispered almost inaudibly. Logan froze.

"You…you love him?"

"Yes. And I don't want to. I want to hate him with every fiber of my being. I want to hate him more then anything. But, Lo, he's my father. No matter how much he hurt me, I love him. I really do."

I was greeted by silence.

"Logan, what's wrong with me?"

"Hey, nothing is wrong with you. He's your father Dana. Just because he hurt you, doesn't mean you have to hate him. You love him Dana, and you should. He's your family." Logan assured. I nodded.

"Okay."

"Now, we should probably get going. My mom will murder me slowly and painfully if we are late." He told me, and I laughed softly. Somehow, he's always able to make me laugh. Always.

"Then we should probably go now, eh?" I said, standing up and grabbing my suitcase. Logan grabbed his from the doorway, and we both headed out to the limo to go to the airport.

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Logan swung the red door to the huge, white mansion open, and immediately a shrill voice rang out through the house.

"Logan?!" I voice I could only assume was his mother called as the sound of feet slapped on the hardwood floors. Seconds later, a small, petite blonde woman came rushing to greet us. She was about my height with Logan's deep brown eyes. They were filled with life and energy, and her hair was pulled back into a simple half ponytail. You could tell she was very laid back, but strict when it came to certain things. She was a loving person, that much was evident from everything about her. She wore a pair of fitted, flared blue jeans and a light pink sweater with a whit t-shirt underneath. She was gorgeous.

"Oh, and you must be Dana!" she exclaimed as she finished squeezing Logan to death. I nodded, smiling sheepishly. I was dressed much the same as her, in black skinny jeans, an 'Acceptance' t-shirt, and black high tops with my hair pulled back into a ponytail.

Mrs. Reese beamed at me, warmth radiating from her every pore. She pulled me into a warm embrace, and I couldn't help but hug her back. She reminded me a lot of my own mom, and that made everything okay for a while.

She pulled away, and she held me at arm's length.

"Logan, you chose a good one." She commented, sending him a sideways glance.

"I know." He agreed, wrapping an arm around my waist. I blushed furiously, and he only pecked my cheek.

"Told you she'd love you." He whispered into my ear.

"So Logan, why don't you show Dana to her room, and then we'll meet up in the living room for tea or something. Sound good?" Mrs. Reese suggested. Logan nodded, and I grabbed my suitcase, following him up the stairs.

"Okay. You're room is right next to mine, and there's a door connecting the two so you can come in anytime you need me. Oh, here it is." He said, pointing to a door. He walked in, and I literally gasped.

The bed was huge and high, decorated in gold bed sheets and elegant pillows. The walls were a warm pale gold-brown that matched perfectly with the small couch and few chairs that were in the room. There were French doors that led to a large closet, and there was also a TV, satellite, and DVD player. There was a large window with a window seat, and stylish drapes over each and every window.

Logan also showed me the bathroom, which help a solid gold humongous tub, a large shower, top of the line shampoos and cleansing products, and a very comfy bathrobe.

"Logan, this is too much."

"I'll take that for an 'I love it'. Yeah?"

"Yeah. I absolutely love it!" I exclaimed, hugging him tightly. "Thank you so much for this Logan." I whispered into his ear, and he nodded. I slipped off my shoes and socks before following Logan back down the stairs and into the living room which was a deep red and filled with leather couches and a huge TV.

Logan's mom motioned towards the couch, and I gratefully took a seat. She handed me a cup of tea, and I nodded in gratefulness.

"Thank you so much Mrs. Reese."

"Oh please. Call me Gwen." She insisted. I smiled.

"So Dana, tell me about you." She told me. I nodded.

"I'm originally from LA, but came to PCA in Malibu when I was 11, and have been going there ever since where I met Logan. Umm…I love to write…and that's pretty much all there is to know." I stated lamely, mentally hitting myself. Gwen didn't seem to mind though.

"So, do you normally spend your holidays at PCA?" she inquired. Oh boy. I felt Logan tense.

"Yes, actually."

"And your mother…what does she do? I mean, I can barely stand it when Logan's away. I jump at the chance to get him home."

"Umm…actually, my mother fell into a coma about 4 years ago." I informed, pain filling my voice.

"Oh Dana. I'm so very sorry. How is she?"

"She's doing okay last time I checked. They really don't know which way she's going to go. She could either live or die. They say it's a 50/50 chance." I told her. She shook her head, sympathy filling her eyes.

"That must be horrible for you and your father. How is he doing? Doesn't he want you home?" I froze, and felt Logan panic.

"So mom. I'm smelling dinner. What are we having?" Logan asked, trying to change the subject. Fortunately for me, I had heard Logan's stories about what a wonderful cook his mother is, and she never missed a chance to show off her skills. As she became engrossed in talking about the elegant and delicious dinner she had prepared, I mouthed a 'Thank You' to Logan, and he nodded.

In those next few days, I became exceedingly close with Gwen. She was like another mother to me already, and I already loved her as if she were my mother. She had that affect on people.

It was nice, having a family those next days. I had people to wake up to that cared about me. Anywhere I was, I was around people who loved me, not people who were going to break me down. I loved these people. They were my family.

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--Lani