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Logan sucked against the top of the bottle, letting the cold beer slip down his throat. He didn't care whether any blood followed with it because there was no chance that taste would be overwhelmed. He held the bottle of aspirin in his hand tightly. He hated him; at that moment he wanted to shove six knifes through his crotch and leave him at a roadside. His insane thoughts never seem to last and for some reason he seemed to somewhat forgive the man. He will never be able to explain why. He knocked more than half the bottle of aspirin into his mouth, washing it all down with beer no more than a few seconds later. He barley gagged as he looked down the sink, he had done this so many times before. The bathroom door moved and his head fired to the side faster than hell. She stood there, looking so worried.

" The door ... the door was open. " The petite blond admitted.

She can't stop staring at the blood on his mouth. It's spread all over. She analyzes the situation, the only time it's been necessary. He's slouched against the sink, a beer in one hand and pills in the other. She doesn't rush to him but she is closer shortly, snagging the aspirin off of him.

" How many did you take? "

" A bunch. "

" Jesus, Logan. "

Before she got another word in he walked away, pouring the rest of the alcohol down his throat in the process. She put a lid on the pills and set them down, quickly wetting a nearby cloth afterwards.

" Logan. " She called out.

He stopped, turning to her. She calmly walked towards him. Once close enough began gently patting the cloth against him mouth. The blood was thick and beginning to dry. She did her best not to hurt him but he showed signs of it stinging now and again. After a short while nothing but raw skin was on Logan's mouth.

" Thanks. "

She smiled at him, wanting to give some warmth to the situation. She knew what happened but she couldn't say anything. Veronica wondered if Aaron ever felt guilty. She hoped, for his sake, that he did. She stroked Logan's face, trying her best not to stare at the fresh scar under his lip.

" Why don't we tone things down and go have a rest? "

" Will you read me a bedtime story? " He replied, jokingly.

She couldn't help but smirk, even though it was the last thing she wanted to do.

They were in his bedroom no more than a few minutes later. He sat on his bed, running a hand through his hair a few times. The chest area of his gray long sleeve shirt is covered in blood. She stood in front of him a moment later.

" Come on, take that off. "

He smiled somewhat, certain thoughts firing around his brain. It wasn't until he pulled the shirt up to his eyes that he noticed the blood stain in the chest. He ripped it off quicker than anything after that.

" Shit. "

" It's only a shirt, Logan. "

" I know but ... "

" What? "

" It's my favorite one. "

Veronica smiles lightly, taking it from him and looking at the mark closer. A short moment later she folded it up and put it on his desk.

" It's not so bad. I'll try and get it out later. " She told him as she sat down beside him.

Logan fell onto his back and rolled his feet onto the rest of the bed. Veronica did the same afterwards. He curled up onto his side, pulling her onto his back. She held him willingly.

" You're too nice to me. You know that Mars? "

She didn't reply to that she just buried her head into the back of his neck.

" You know, you can stay with me the next few nights. " She proposed.

Logan sighed.

" Don't worry. I'm a big boy. Let's just forget about it, okay? "

" Okay. "

She knew she never would.