Battle by Colbie Caillat

You thought we'd be fine, all these years gone by,
now you're asking me to listen, well then tell me about everything.
No lies we're losing time!

Logan Mitchell sat on the couch next to his foster brother, Kendall. Across the room stood Mrs. Knight, Logan's foster mother, and next to her were his real parents. Logan felt sick…did his parents actually believe that coming back after all of this time and just saying 'sorry' would fix his wounds? It was ridiculous! They abandoned him when he was only 8. Logan spent 4 months without a home until an orphanage found him and took him in. Logan hated that orphanage. Because he was 8, he was grouped in with 9, 10, 11, 12, and 13 year olds. It was living torture there. The other boys would beat him up and make him cry almost every single day. Pain. That place brought pain to Logan every second of his life…he was only 8…he shouldn't have had to go through that. Logan never did understand why his parents just left him. All he could remember was yelling. Lots of yelling, especially from his dad. He could hear their harsh words echo in his mind. 'Worthless'. 'Loser'. 'Waste of Space'.

Logan couldn't take living in the orphanage, so one day, he tried running away. With tears pooling in his eyes and the soles of his shoes falling apart, Logan ran as far as he could, until he bumped into a little blonde boy. That blonde boy wasn't mad, or sad, or anything…instead he was eager to help Logan up. Logan remembered the warm feeling of the blonde's hand reaching out to help him up. Love. Logan never knew what love was, or what it felt like…so the touch of the other boy's hand was weird for him. Logan stood up and watched as a taller woman approached him as asked who he was.

"Logan Mitchell."

"Hello Logan, where are you from?" The lady questioned.

Logan remembered how he burst into tears right in front of the blonde and the lady…

"Don't cry, sweetie…are you ok?" The lady kneeled down next to Logan.

Logan shook his head, "T-they hu-hurt m-me…I-I ra-ran a-away."

"Who hurts you?"

"T-the p-people a-at the or-orphanage. T-the o-older boys b-beat m-me u-up a-and a-are m-mean to me." Logan sobbed.

Logan, being only 8, was so confused right now. He remembered the lady scooping him up into her arms and carrying him in the direction of the orphanage. Logan squirmed and cried as she carried him, being afraid that she was bringing him back.

"Sweetie, calm down." The lady cooed as she brushed some of his long brunette hair out from in front of his eyes. The lady felt so bad for Logan. He looked dangerously thin and sick. His face was pale and sweaty, and his clothes were all ripped up.

"Y-Your b-bringing m-m-me back." Logan cried.

Before Logan could realize it, he was back inside the orphanage, still in the lady's hands with the smaller blonde training behind.

"You found him!" A rather plump woman ran over towards where Logan was.

"Yes, I believe he tried to run away." The lady who was hold Logan sighed.

"Oh, well, you know kids! Now give him to me." The plump woman laughed.

"No."

"Wh-what?" The woman was puzzled.

"I'd like to adopt Logan."

Ever since that day, Logan had been slowly learning how to love his new family back and trust them. It took time, but he did soon warm up to their presence. Logan was so incredibly thankful for them. They were always there for him.

So now on that day that his parents decided to finally show after so many years…Logan couldn't think straight…why? Why were they here? Did they really think 'sorry' was going to make it better?

Cause this is a battle and it's your final last call.
It was a trial, you made a mistake, we know
but why aren't you sorry, why aren't you sorry, why?
This can be better; I used to be happy, try!

Logan's mom walked over to him and tried give him a hug. He tried to get out from her grip. She made the mistake of leaving him, so why should he just let her hug him like it was ok. He would have been happier if he had a real family…things could have been better for him, but she and his father ruined that very quickly.

"Come on, Logie Bear!" His mom smiled, "You know you love us!"

Logan scowled at his so called mother, "Don't call me Logie Bear."

"Why not, darling?"

"Because that's Kendall's nickname for me…"Logan pouted as he clung onto Kendall's shirt and nuzzled his head into the crook of the blonde's neck.

You've got them on your side and they won't change their minds; now it's over
I'm feeling like we've missed out on everything
I just hope it's worth the fight

Logan's father stood right beside his mother. The both looked at each other and Logan could tell they were both thinking the same thing. Nausea swirled around in Logan's stomach as he imagined what they were thinking. What if they wanted to bring him back home and take him away from Kendall, Katie, and Mrs. Knight? Logan did feel a little lost with his thoughts…he really didn't want to go back with his old family, but part of him felt like he missed out on something. He felt as if he should have lived through all of those happy moments with his actual parents, not the Knights. Something inside him was worried. It made him wonder if staying with Kendall's family was a good idea. Would he miss out on something if he didn't?

Logan felt the warmth of Kendall's broad figure radiate on him. He felt the softness of Kendall's cheek that was resting above his head. Logan remembered how Kendall stayed up with him all night because of a nightmare. He remembered how even though Kendall was a germ-freak, he sat right next to Logan and rubbed circles on his back when the small raven haired boy had the stomach flu. He remembered how Kendall helped to clean out all of his cuts after getting beat up at school. He remembered how Kendall would sing to him right before he'd go to sleep. He remembered how when he met Kendall, he felt true family for the first time.

Logan couldn't leave Kendall or Mrs. Knight and Katie. They were his real family…they loved him more than his actual parents did…

"Logan, we want to adopt you back to our family, your real family." Mr. Mitchell finally said.

Logan took a deep breath, blinking back tears. Would this be worth the fight?

Cause this is a battle
and it's your final last call (Why'd you have to let it go)
it was a trial, you made a mistake, we know (can't you see you hurt me soo)
but why aren't you sorry, why aren't you sorry, why?
Things could be better; I can be happy, try!

Logan stood up, "These people are my real family…not you!"

"Don't raise your voice with me, young man!" Mrs. Mitchell snapped.

Logan didn't let this faze him, "I'm not coming back…I'm not your son anymore."

Mrs. and Mr. Mitchell were shocked. Logan really did love the Knights…they meant a lot to him, more than Mrs. and Mr. Mitchell could have ever guessed. Their son was happier there, he was living a better life now.

"They were here for me since I was little, while you guys left me…so today, you can leave me again, except this time, I won't cry or scream of grieve…I'll smile, because I'm better off without you." Logan finished.

…and he did get to stay with the Knight. Ever since that day, Logan could grin and tell himself that he was a stronger person because of that. It was a battle, it always had been…but this time, for the first time, Logan won.