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Chapter Fifteen
Camille knew that something was off.
If was just a little detail, something so minor that maybe anyone else would have brushed it off, but not her. Before leaving the hospital, she'd managed to question Logan about what had happened, and he had just simply said he didn't remember, only that he'd gone to get some books from the chemistry lab in the morning and after that it was all blank. Now, that had been enough to quell the girl, but as she left the small room, Camille had caught sight of the watch on Logan's wrist, and the time that it read, the hands stuck.
Twelve-forty.
She knew that she was most probably overreacting; after all what would Logan have to gain from lying? But she couldn't help but shake the feeling that Logan was hiding something, and that the broken watch was an insight to the whole truth. It stood to reason that the watch had broken with the force of the blow Logan had received, which, if Camille's assumption was correct, would have been at around eight-thirty; a good four hours before lunch time. She pushed her books away from her, laying her head down upon the smooth surface of her desk. She knew it would be futile to try and study now; her mind was far too occupied. Why would Logan try to protect the person who had done this to him? That would be the only reason the brunette would lie about when he was assaulted; Camille knew she needed to figure out who'd done this to her friend, seeing as he wasn't going to come forward with the truth himself. She resigned this to herself as she stood up, yawning loudly as she stretched her arms; she'd sleep on it.
"Okay Mr Mitchell, I'm going to let you be on your way now, just remember what I said, take it easy and no strenuous exercise for the next couple of weeks. Now, do you have someone to take you home?"
Logan nodded in compliance with everything the doctor said, he just hoped that someone was waiting out in the hall; he couldn't bear to spend another minute of his time within these suffocating and sickly clean walls. As he walked out into the hall the brunette reflected upon how everything had panned out. Kendall had hurt him, hurt him enough to put him in hospital and now here Logan was, almost a day later, like nothing had even happened. The submissive, reserved part of the slim boy reasoned that everything had played out in the most ideal fashion possible, but another part, a smaller and almost polar part argued that the blonde couldn't get away with what he'd done. Upon the brunette's earlier insistence the hospital had recorded that his injuries had been the result of an accident so there were no police involved; but now that small part urged him to speak out to someone, to anyone.
"Logie?"
Logan flinched, jolted out of his deep reverie by the soft voice from behind him. Slowly he turned, luminous chocolate eyes meeting his own.
"Hey Carlos."
The Latino broke out in a grin, rushing up to meet the brunette in a bone-crushing hug. Logan grimaced at the pain that flared in his side, carefully draping his arms around Carlos' neck with a weak smile.
"Hey," he repeated.
"Hey," was all the Latino replied with, nudging his head into the crook of Logan's neck. The two stood in the hall, wrapped within one another for what seemed like an age to Logan but eventually the two carefully disentangled themselves, Logan careful to conceal the throbbing pain that had erupted in his abdomen.
"Come on," murmured the Latino was a smile, "lets get you home."
It wasn't until the pair reached the Latino's car in the flat, charted expanse of the hospital's car park that Carlos spoke again.
"So what exactly happened?"
Logan tried his best to shrug the question off as he climbed into the passenger seat, taking his time to strap himself in, avoiding speaking at all costs.
"Logie?"
"Oh, right…" The brunette gave Carlos a subdued smile, refusing to meet the Latino's eyes as he spoke haltingly.
"Like I told the doctors, just an accident, I went in to collect my books and I must have slipped or something, I don't really remember…"
As soon as the words left his mouth the brunette wished he could take them back; why was he protecting Kendall like this?
Tell the truth.
The little part of him urged the brunette fiercely as he watched the Latino, whose eyes were filled with a look of betrayed doubt.
"Well if you say so…" Carlos replied finally, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel in an agitated manner as he turned the ignition.
The car ride was tense, the couple having fallen into a twitchy silence, the Latino shooting Logan apprehensive looks every couple of seconds, which the brunette tried his best to ignore.
Tell him.
The slight brunette shook his head, the turmoil erupting within. He knew he should tell Carlos the truth, tell everyone the truth, but Kendall was a friend of all of them and he couldn't bear to tear a friendship apart, not after what so many people had put him through. He knew that if didn't whisper a word to anyone then maybe Kendall would finally leave him be; after all Logan had failed to do what he'd asked so what more could the blonde possibly want?
"Logan?"
Logan, jolted from his thoughts, turned to Carlos, "yes?"
"You know you can trust me Logie, all I want to do is protect you, I love you Logie."
Those words, strung together in such a simple sentence did something to Logan, woke him from some kind of dream draped in the blinding curtain of shock. To put it simply those words broke him. The brunette managed to hold himself together for all of five seconds, managing to give the Latino a weak smile before allowing the façade to melt.
"I'm scared Carlos," the words were accompanied with the hitch of Logan's breath as he tried his best to hide the tears from the Latino. The brunette felt the car slow to a stop but kept his face buried in his hands as sobs took hold of his petite frame.
"Logie, it's okay, I'm here, you don't need to be scared, I'm here."
Somehow Carlos managed to lift Logan from his seat and transfer him into the Latino's lap, settling the brunette's head against his chest. Logan; quelled by the comforting sound of the Latino's heart beating, sniffled, burying his head into the thin fabric of Carlos' shirt.
"I just want everything to be normal," he said, barely above a whisper, "I'm sick of all of this, I just want to be with you Carlos, I want everything else to be over."
Carlos pressed a kiss to Logan's hair, wrapping his arms tightly around the slight boy, "don't worry Logie, everything will be okay, I promise you."
Camille stood before the group she'd assembled. They all sat around the curly haired brunette's longue room, an array of confused and questioning looks directed her way.
"Sorry about the late notice but the reason I've called you all here is one of great urgency."
As she spoke Camille looked around at the company, expecting looks of shock or maybe even a few gasps, but instead the only reaction she received was James' sarcastic drawl.
"You know, you could have just texted us…"
The curly haired brunette shoot the boy a glare before continuing.
"It's just about Logan, I know he told everyone that what happened was an accident but I just don't believe it. He told me that the morning of the accident he'd gone to the chemistry lab and slipped over but I caught a glance at his watch and it had jammed on twelve-forty, assuming it had broken when he'd lost consciousness… It just doesn't add up."
For a moment nobody spoke, everyone just simply stared up at Camille. Carlos, from his place on the couch, leant forward and began speaking quietly.
"Logan was telling the truth, he told me that morning he'd needed to go to the labs to grab a study book but he seemed really on edge and I think he'd gotten a text from some one as well…"
Camille nodded in understanding, beginning to pace back and forth as she thought aloud.
"I just don't believe that it was an accident, I mean after what happened in the cafeteria with Jett I can't believe it. I think somebody hurt Logan and for whatever reason he's protecting them."
Jo, from her place next to Kendall and Lucy on the floor, spoke up.
"Well what if that text was something like a threat maybe, forcing him to go to the science labs, I mean they are always empty during that time of the day…"
Before Camille could say anything Kendall jumped into the conversation, a look of scepticism fixed upon his features.
"But that doesn't make sense, as you said the watch was stuck on twelve-forty so that means if someone had hurt him it must have been then, not in the morning."
"Unless…" Said Lucy and James, in almost perfect synch, "the person who did it adjusted the time on Logan's watch to make it look like it happened at a different time, assuming it was a time at which they'd have an alibi."
James and Lucy grinned at one another, silently praising one another's genius.
"But Jett isn't smart enough to pull something like that is he?" Questioned Camille, arching an eyebrow in doubt. Everyone looked around at one another, unsure of what to say.
"Well why would it have to be Jett?" Said Carlos quietly, "Why not someone else?"
Kendall sat, ignoring Jo the best he could as around him his friends tried to deduce what really happened to Logan. He barely cared, hardly listening to what was being said; they would never suspect him anyway.
After Camille convinced everyone that it hadn't been an accident the blonde had thrown in his own opinion, which was false of course, to try and throw them off but as James and Lucy came to the conclusion that someone had adjusted the time on Logan's watch, he began to get tense.
How had they so easily figured it out? Kendall thought he'd hit a stroke of genius when he'd decided to do that, setting it to a time when he had hockey practice but now that had been blown out of the water; he just had to hope that Logan wouldn't say anything.
As Camille continued to ramble on he found his eyes straying over to James, who was sitting on the couch looking positively bored. The blonde knew he wasn't though, it was just an act, he didn't want anyone to see how much he really cared about Logan; although to Kendall it was an easy thing to spot. He sighed internally; he just wished that things would go his way for once; Logan didn't realise how lucky he was, having people like James care about him as much as they did, it just made him all the more easier to hate.
He just wanted to be happy like everyone else, was that too much to ask?
Logan stared up at the ceiling, tracing the dents and cracks in the plaster slowly with his eyes. Logan had told Carlos he was tired after they'd arrived at the Latino's home from the hospital, going straight to bed only after being fussed over by Mrs Garcia for the better part of an hour. After she had come to her own conclusion concerning the brunette's wellbeing she had allowed him to go up and get some rest. He'd tried falling asleep but Logan found he couldn't, he had too much playing at his mind and he'd heard Carlos go out not long before, so he knew he had time to kill before the Latino arrived back from whatever errand he was on. The mattress beneath him felt lumpy and rough and the dark could do nothing to quell his pondering thoughts, he just didn't know what to do about Kendall. At the moment everything else seemed insignificant; the letter from his supposedly 'secret' admirer, the problem with Jett and his parents that seemed to be relieved he was out of their lives, all of it was pushed to the back of his mind. The brunette wanted nothing more than to bury himself beneath the sheets of his bed and never come back out, wrapped up safely in a cocoon of warmth where nothing could bother him.
"I just want to sleep and never wake up." Logan muttered the words to himself in a whisper that hung heavily in the darkness around him, almost seeming to taunt him.
The brunette sighed, sitting up and drawing his knees up to his chest, resting his chin upon them. A part of him still wanted to tell someone about Kendall but who? He didn't want to go around destroying friendships but he didn't trust himself to continue carrying the burden of the blonde's betrayal by himself; Logan was too scared of what it might drive him to. Carlos had saved him, but that didn't mean the brunette was out of the dark yet; he knew he still had a long way to go. The buzz of the brunette's phone shattered the quiet of the room, the screen illuminating the space in a dull artificial glare. Glancing down at the screen he saw he had a message from Carlos.
hey Logie I'm on my way back got James with me hes gonna spend the afternoon with us. See you soon and miss you heaps! Xoxo
Logan stared down at the screen with a small smile, looking forward to spending what he thought might be a well-earned carefree afternoon. It would be a nice distraction from the thoughts that plagued his mind and refused to let him be.
Don't hate me forever please, new and longer chapter really soon, things are slowing down a lot so I'll have much more time to update now, thank you all so much for your patience.