Chapter Two: Doll.
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Note: The story will be written in Kendall's P.O.V unless stated otherwise! :)
The rest of the tour was nearly silent. Logan scared me, but a little part of me, loved him. He was so sweet, and his personality was so different. You'd think a good looking kid like him would be off with James and Carlos somewhere, but he stayed with me; even if we didn't say a word to each other.
"So, uh I guess this is it." We stood in the car park, a good 4 feet apart.
Logan looked around, "But I feel like… I barely know you!"
His sweet smile made me question finishing the tour so fast. I couldn't leave him like this. Then, I would be the bully. And as much as he annoyed me, he was starting to twist hatred into something special. "You're right." I finally gave in.
"Do you wanna walk home together?" Logan blushed, looking at the floor.
Suddenly, my nervous butterflies, fluttered up into words, and flew out my mouth. "YES!" I exclaimed, sending my butterflies echoing around the surrounding trees.
"Gee, a bit excited there, Kendall!" He jokingly stared at my fly, and brought himself closer to me. Inches apart, my skin turned a bright red, all the heat travelling to my cheeks, sending my pale skin ablaze.
I choked out what sounded like, "We should go now." And Logan pulled himself away.
We strolled out of the school, leaving any trace of "eye sex" behind. Nobody needed to know about what happened, what happens in your school car park, stays in your school car park. Especially that thought that flashed in my mind, when Logan was staring into my eyes, "This is a good time to drag him into the bathroom and fuck his brains out."
Snapping back into reality, I saw we were going the wrong way. We headed toward a pale grey building. Steel fences and barbed wire rimmed the facility. Black crows sat in the lifeless trees, and one small red rose grew on a thorny bush. The sun hid behind near black clouds and it became dark and gloomy. "Logan, where are we going?"
He ripped the rose from the bush; blood trickled down the side of his hand. He sniffled, placing the rose on a concrete block, with "Ella Jess Mitchell" embedded in it.
Logan sat down, admiring the block, gently wetting it with every tear that fell. "What's the date today?" He looked up at me, his eyes were red and puffy.
"September fifteenth. Why?" I sat down with him and played with the weeds seeping through the cracked cement floor.
"One year. One fucking year since they took her. She turned 3 yesterday. I would have been there, with her." His tears matched the rain that began to fall.
I flicked my hood on, "Is she your sister-"
Logan cut me off, "My daughter. I loved her more than anything in this world. I know she's out there, somewhere. It's just a matter of finding her."
"Oh. I'm sorry. But, daughter? You're 16!" I was confused, that meant Logan had for sure had sex, for sure had a girlfriend, and for sure wasn't gay. Let's just cross him off my list of guys I would love to fuck, now.
"I'm 18. I'm only at high school because I need someone to help me find her. And you were my first option."
"What so you like, stalked me?" The rain got heavier, so we began walking back to the path I remembered.
Logan shook his head, "No, I didn't 'stalk you'; I just did some extensive research. And you were probably the best person to help me."
Was he serious? "You can't be serious!" I scoffed.
"I am. I chose you because nobody suspects you! You sit at home and do nothing but your math homework. Then when that's done, you go help your sister with her homework. Who is going to suspect a nerdy, awkward 16 year old?" He was right. Nobody would suspect me. I'm the good kid. Never been in fights, mainly cause people avoid me. But still, this didn't seem right.
"Logan, I don't think you get it! I can't do something like this! It's so wrong of me. What happens when I become Minnesota's most wanted, huh?" He looked stunned. I felt so rude, but Logan was just so, bad. But he could very easily pull off the sweet little angel. He had the looks for it.
I followed him, like a puppy that never went astray from its mother. "Come to my house, I want to show you something."
"OK. Can I call my mom, and tell her I'll be a bit late home?"
"You worry too much, Kendall! You need to take a walk on the wild side. Besides, how are you gonna call her without a phone?" He waved my little blue phone in my face, running around onto the road, like a child. A very cute child.
"How did you get that?" I shouted, chasing him around the court.
He stopped to catch his breath and handed the phone back to me, "Magic." He huffed.
We approached a rundown weatherboard house. A crooked and faded picket fence surrounded the premises. "This is your house?" I pointed to it.
"Yeah, I live here alone. My parents kicked me out when I started acting up. That's when Jess and I moved in here. Before you ask, Jess was my girlfriend." He trampled through the front gate, oversized plants almost tripping us over.
"So, where's Jess now?"
Logan pulled a key out of his pocket, and pointed to the sky. "She passed away a few months ago."
"I'm so sorry, man."
"Don't be, it wasn't your fault. It was mine, and those pricks' who fucked her up." The wooden door flew open, and I was greeted by the smell of dust and cigarettes.
The floor creaked as we made our way inside, "I'll tell you about Jess later." Logan called from the kitchen.
I wandered around his home, hundreds of pictures and newspaper articles adorned the walls. A table in the corner, had wilted petals scattered around it, and a big red bow sat in the middle. I was fascinated. The articles were all about a missing little girl. I approached one very dusty photo. The frame was gold, with floral carvings. I ran my fingers over the dust, sending it into the already dusty air. As more and more dust fell, a photo became clear to me. A beautiful little girl sat on a stool. Red bows were placed perfectly on her curly black piggy tails. She had crisp green eyes, just like Logan. Her pale white skin was flawless, and a little red dress contrasted with her skin. She looked like a porcelain doll. So perfect, yet so fragile.
"That's Ella." Logan came from the kitchen, holding a bottle of whisky in his fists.
I sat down next to Logan, "She's gorgeous."
"I know, she looks exactly like her mother. I took that photo a day before she disappeared."
"Wow, I – I can't believe someone would take her like that." My fascination grew with every word Logan said.
He took a sip of the whisky, and ahh-ed in satisfaction. "Hmm." Logan handed the bottle to me, telling me to drink it. I didn't want to, but of course, I did.
"Gah, you're so pushy!" I downed the strong liquid and passed it back to him. We spent a while passing the bottle over and over, drinking and drinking, until we laughed at anything and everything.
"Ya know Kendall! If I didn't know any better," Logan slurred, caressing my cheek, "I would say you were a virgin."
"Am not!" I bickered back at him, like a small child.
"Prove it then!" Everything we said came out in shouts, or soft mumbles.
Logan leant into me, and without warning, pulled me into a drunken kiss. He pushed me up against the armrests of the couch and what was a sweet make out session, soon turned into a battle for dominance. Our tongues fought like two swords, and we were the Knights in shining armor.
As the kiss became more intense, Logan became more intense. I pulled my shirt over my head, and tossed it to the fireplace. His soft lips made their way down to my neck, and slowly down until he reached my belt. He looked up at me with hungry eyes, and slowly undid my zipper.
I could already tell this was going to be a big night.
Chapter 3 next week! Please review!
If you're wondering why it ended so suddenly, it's because I really wanted to get this posted, but I have a minor writers block. :) Hope you enjoyed!