Chapter three
Logan wonders the Palm Woods for a good half hour.
He doesn't know who to go to or even, where.
Where can he go? He can't believe it himself, there's no way anyone else could.
He falls to his knees, dropping his face into his hands to finally burst into the uncontrollable sobs he's been keeping in.
He doesn't know what to do or what he's done to deserve this.
"Are you ok?"
He looks up to find Camille standing over him. She looks as proud as ever and quiet honestly Logan's so thankful to find someone who hasn't acted different around him.
She doesn't look her normal self because well, she is technically talking to a stranger.
He sucks in air, building up the courage to speak, "H-help me..."
Camille doesn't say anything; instead she puts her hand out, pulling up Logan to support him when he accepts it.
There's no words said and for some strange reason, for Logan, it's less uneasy that way.
Although, it becomes slightly uneasy when he's walked to her apartment. He starts dreading the worse as he's taken in and put down onto the sofa behind a locked door.
He doesn't know why he's panicking, this is practically his second home.
For a moment, Camille looks expressionless but then it changes, her face dropping into a sympathetic smile.
"You can't walk around like that! People are going to make fun of you! What the hell is wrong with you?"
Logan stares, honestly confused. He manages to nod but otherwise stays frozen.
He realises his clothes are torn and then he mentally hits himself, wondering what people had to of thought when he was running around, crying and begging for help.
He more than likely looked like a rape victim. Which, is kind of rude because at no point did anyone even ask him what was wrong.
"I-I can't..."
"Did someone hurt you?"
Logan eyes go wide, immediately shaking his head when this blunt questioned is asked, "No one hurt me. I'm just confused."
"O-Oh." Camille looks concerned and utterly scared. She's never shown this before and now Logan's worried, "Do you need some clothes? I have some leggings and a few t-shirts if you like."
"Yes please, maybe then I'll look less like I've just been pulled off of the streets."
Camille chuckles, her mood changing quickly as she exits the room to go retrieve something acceptable for the girl to wear.
Camille has always seemed sweet but this is different. He was well, not expecting this.
Logan moves to fiddle with an ornament of the table, a waiting on his ex with his clothes.
"Bunny or horse?"
Logan looks back up, studying both t-shirts.
He honestly hates both but well; he can't see what he'd actually want to wear being socially acceptable.
"That one, please." He smiles, pointing to the cartoon bunny.
He catches it in mid air when it's thrown his way, flashing Camille a smile as she does the same with the leggings.
"So, what's your name?"
He doesn't think this time, immediately using the previous name he'd made himself known by, "Lonnie."
"Lonnie? Sounds my ex's name..."
Logan's suddenly very intrigued when he's brought into the conversation, speaking up quick when Camille goes to change the subject.
"What was his name?"
"Logan. A stupid dork who I did and still do love so much. I regret pushing him away every single day." Camille looks like she's on the verge of tears, "Boys like him make me realise I'm going to die alone."
Logan feels his heart sink, he wants to just embrace Camille and tell her everything and anything that's ever happened between them has not been her fault, that she's completed Logan in a way.
"You didn't push him away, he loves you. You're like a fucking sister to him and the thought of loosing you scares him. He wants the best for you and he knows he can't give you that. Hate him, not yourself." He stays where he is. He continues to fight off the burning urge to hug her.
"Y-You don't know that."
"I know him; I know what he's like." He smiles when his words seem to calm Camille a bit although; she looks confused now.
"You know Logan?"
"Know him? We grew up together!" He's not lying; he did technically grow up with himself.
"Has he mentioned me?" She gasps, darting over to the sofa to sit next to this now extremely fascinating girl.
"All the time, he thinks you're amazing."
She giggles, going all giddy and not Camille like.
"Maybe you should give that fool a second chance. Give him a chance to show you how special you are. Movies, carniva-"
"Oh no, I don't want him back." She's serious now and quite honestly confusing the fuck out of Logan.
"What? Why not?"
"Because I can't have his heart."
"Of course you can! You already have it!" Logan stresses this, throwing his hands out as he tries to repress his frustration.
"No, he thinks I have it. James took it from him way too long before he met me."
He stands immediately, his face stained with a purely disgusted and defensive look, "He does not love James! Shut up!"
Camille smirks, leaning forward on her seat to speak up to the girl, "Oh but he does. It's actually kind of cute how oblivious Logan is. I'll let you into a little secret, one time; he called out James' name during sex. Fair say, he was drunk but well, he seemed much more into it when I started to pretend I was him."
Logan thinks he's going to pass out. Why hasn't Camille told him this? Why is he now just finding out about something this disturbing?
"Does James know?" Yes, it may be the most suspicious question in the history of forever but well, it's the only one that he cares to hear the answer for.
"No! God no! If I won't tell on James, I'm defiantly not going to tell on Logan."
Something within Logan dies for a second and he can swear its unrecognised fear.
"Tell on James? Tell on James for what?"
"Nice try," Camille grins, sitting back now, "You know Logan, you'll tell him."
"I won't!" He bursts, lunging forward to place his hands on either side of the cushion beside Camille head. He doesn't realise how intimidating it actually looks.
"Lonnie, seriously, don't worry about it. Now go get dressed, I have to leave."
He stalks the Palm Woods, trying to think of the best place to go. He could run to Gustavo and Kelly but well, he's pretty sure he'd be escorted off the premises and into a mental asylum.
He's pretty sure whoever he runs to will turn him away and in the direction of an asylum.
He bumps into someone, secretly knowing it's his fault for not looking. He doesn't care though; he's angry and needs to vent it somehow.
"WATCH WHERE YOU'RE FUCKING GOING!"
He hears a girl giggle to herself and then he turns, ready to punch her before he sees her face.
"You! You did this to me!" He spits, stalking towards the gothic girl he recognises from the night before.
"Woah! Someone's a little pissy today!" She grins, ultimately proud with herself because she's got her revenge and proved her point.
"You were right, I was wrong. I take back everything I said. You're who you are and no one can tell you how to live. Please forgive me?" Logan does honestly take back what he said about magic and shit because right now, he doesn't know what to believe.
Everything he's ever been taught seems like pure and utter crap.
His "smarts" are based on lies.
"Oh..." She seems caught off guard, obviously not expecting an apology so soon, "Didn't see that one coming."
"Change me back. Use your voodoo for something good!"
"Something good?" And she looks evil again, "I only use it for good."
"Well obviously not, you made me...this!" He doesn't seem to be able to comprehend the meaning of shut the hell up because well, he has an opinion and he doesn't seem to know when and when not to express it.
"You have one week, sweety." She says, turning on her heels to walk away from the oncoming argument, "Now, I suggest you go hook up if you want to sleep in a bed tonight."
Nothing more is said as she disappears around the corner.
Author's note: I finished this a bit early and became a bit paranoid that I'd loose this one too. So, here. By the way, does anyone strongly disagree with the idea of rape? If so, speak up now, please. I don't necessarily have to use it, I'd just have a much juicier story line if I was include it ^^.