A/N: thank you so much to whoever reviewed my first chapter. for a while, I didnt think that anybody was going to review this story :p but you guys proved me wrong and I couldn't be more thankful :) Ok so the beginning of this chapter is in the past, and afterwards it's the present, which is two years after Carlos' chapter took place (not two years exactly, but you get what I mean lol). Enjoy the Logan angst~

Chapter Two: Logan

Raymond Mitchell was excited. As he paced outside of his wife's hospital room, he couldn't fight the smile on his face. Sure he wanted to be in there with her, but he respected her wishes by letter Joanne have her mother with her. Besides, it just amped up the surprise more. Today, August 15th 1993, was going to be the best day of his life.

Today, he was going to be a dad.

Ray couldn't stop smiling whenever he thought about the son he was going to have. They already picked out a name- Logan. Ray knew that his son would be everything he dreamed of- smart, kind, a good person. He couldn't wait to do all the father/son activities with him that he never got to do with his own father, for the elder man left him and his mother when he was very young. Ray was going to give Logan what he never had- a father that loved him.

The only thing Ray couldn't stand right now was the waiting. He didn't want to keep waiting for the nurse to come out with a wide smile on her face, telling him that his son was born, that he had his sea green eyes and his own sandy blonde hair. Hey, what man didn't want his son to be the splitting image of him?

But when the nurse left Joanne's room, she didn't look happy whatsoever. In fact, her kind eyes held unshed tears in them as she approached Ray. "I'm so sorry…" she stared. "But your wife…the delivery was hard on her. She had too much blood loss during and…she isn't going to make it."

Ray felt his whole world slow down, like everything around him was happening in slow motion. Even the nurse's voice was coming out in slow motion. All he could hear was her repeating she isn't going to make it over and over in his head. He was in such a state of shock he couldn't even speak. "Would you like to see her now?" the nurse asked. Mutely, Ray nodded and she walked him into his room.

Seeing Joanne laying in her hospital bed broke his heart. She looked unnaturally pale and completely drained, like just breathing was too much work for her. Tears started to stream down his cheeks as he took her hand in his, holding it tightly and not wanting to let go. She turned her head towards him and managed a weak smile. "Hi." she whispered. Ray sniffled and held her closely. He still couldn't speak; he didn't know what to say. "I'm sorry." she said softly.

"Don't be." Ray told her immediately. "This isn't your fault."

Joanne nodded and placed another hand over top of his. "I love you."

"I love you too." he said. She smiled again and her eye lids started to droop shut. Her heart monitor was speeding up and Ray started to cry harder. Then before he knew it, she flat lined. His wife was dead.

"Mr. Mitchell?" a nurse tapped him on the shoulder. "Would you like to hold your son?"

Slowly, Ray detached his hands from Joanne's and turned towards the nurse holding his son in her arms. He didn't answer her, so she took his silence as a yes and she handed him the baby. Ray looked down at the baby in his arms. At a first glance he noticed that he didn't look a thing like him- he looked exactly like his mother. He had the same black hair as her and the same wide brown eyes.

"You have your mother's eyes." he whispered to Logan. The baby gurgled and nestled himself against his father, falling asleep. Ray couldn't get the image of those eyes out of his head. But he didn't see the warm, loving eyes Logan held; he saw the eyes of a monster that killed his wife.

At the age of eight, Logan already had it figured out that his dad didn't like him very much. Whenever he was in the room, his dad blatantly disregarded his appearance or yelled at him until he left him alone. He also figured out that he was better being unseen and unheard by his father, for the littlest of things he did would make him mad, resulting in him getting hit. Logan never told anyone about his dad hitting him because the elder man always told him that nobody would believe him. So for years, Logan suffered his dad's abuse and kept the secret all to himself.

Logan wished his mom was alive. She would never let his dad hit him. She would have loved him. Deep down, Logan always thought that his dad really did love him, he was just always tired and cranky from work, and Logan was just a bad boy. Maybe if he was a good boy, his dad would be nice to him…

"Daddy, I'm home." Logan announced one day, walking inside his house, home from school. Ray glanced up from the kitchen table where he was currently typing at his laptop and then looked back down at his work, not responding to Logan. The eight-year-old boy frowned but walked up to his dad anyway. "I made you this." he put the paper on the table next to his dad's laptop. Ray glanced at the drawing Logan had done in school. It was a picture of what he assumed was the two of them. The drawing of Logan had a little speech bubble that said I love you daddy. "Do you like it?" Logan asked hopefully, a small smile on his face. Ray replied by simply picking up the paper and moving it out of the way of his laptop. Logan felt his little heart drop. "Daddy-"

"Logan, could you just leave me alone!" Ray snapped, causing his son to flinch. "I'm trying to get work done!"

Logan's eyes filled up with tears. "S-sorry." he quickly ran off to his room, but he didn't even make up all the way upstairs when his father called him back. Timidly, he walked back into the kitchen.

"How many times do I have to tell you not to leave your stuff laying around?" Ray yelled at him, pointing to his book bag, which was resting on the floor by the front door.

"I'm sorry daddy." Logan said in a tiny voice and ran over to pick up his book bag. Ray knelt down and grabbed his son by his short black hair, causing him to cry out in pain. "Daddy, you're hurting me!" he whined, his little hands going up to grab his father's rough hands off of his head. He had no avail.

"Do you have any idea how much you hurt me?" Ray snapped at him. "You killed her- you killed your mother!"

"I- I didn't!" Logan said, starting to cry. "Daddy stop it!"

"Shut up!" Ray threw him to the floor. Logan's body hit the linoleum hard and a rush of agony shot up his spine. Ray whipped off his belt and raised it above his head, bringing it down hard on Logan's body. The little boy screamed and cried as his father repeatedly hit him with the leather belt, leaving welts and bruises on Logan's body.

"No, daddy no, please!" Logan sobbed.

"I told you to shut up!" Ray roared, slashing him once more. "You worthless, pathetic, stupid…" the insults were hurled at Logan as hard as the belt was. After what felt like an eternity, Ray finally stopped hitting him. "Get out of my sight." he snarled at him. "I don't wanna see your face right now." But Logan laid limp on the floor, tears streaming down his cheeks. He was in too much pain to move. "I said," Ray bent down and yanked Logan up to his feet by his hair. "Get out of my sight!" he gave Logan a hard shove towards the stairs and the little boy limped up to his room as fast as he could. However he didn't make it far, for his body was just screaming out in pain, so he laid down on the steps, quietly crying himself to sleep.

Logan wasn't sure how long he was asleep for but when he heard footsteps coming up the steps behind him, he immediately woke up. "No, no, no." he whimpered and started to crawl upstairs, only to be stopped by a gentle hand on his back. Slowly, the quivering boy turned around to see a police officer kneeling behind him.

"Sweetheart, my name is Grace." she told him in a kind voice. "Can you tell me your name?"

"L-Logan." he said softly. "Am I in trouble?"

"Not at all Logan." Grace told him. "I got a phone call from your neighbor. He said he heard some yelling over here. Did something happen between you and your daddy?"

Logan bit his lip and looked down. "You wont believe me." he whispered.

Grace's brow furred. "What makes you say that?" she asked.

"My daddy told me." Logan said, still whispering. Grace had to strain to hear him.

Grace tenderly reached out to touch him but Logan pinched his eyes shut and flinched away from her hand. Her heart ached at that ands she slowly lowered her hand. "Logan, I'm going to take you somewhere where you can get help." Grace told him. Slowly, Logan opened his eyes and looked at her curiously. She handed Logan a blanket, which he wrapped around his body. "Your daddy can't hurt you where I'm going to take you." Grace continued.

Logan wondered how Grace knew that his dad hit him but he didn't question it after she told him that. Right now, he would go anywhere with her, just so his daddy wouldn't hurt him. "Ok." he whispered and stood up, following Grace outside of his house. Cop cars were parked around his house. Inside one of them, his dad was sitting in the back seat, glaring at the bars before him. Logan didn't look at him for long and he followed Grace to one of her cars. Before he got in, he looked next door. His neighbor, Mrs. Magicowski, was standing outside her car, watching the scene unfold before her, a nervous expression on her face. Logan locked eyes with her and smiled softly before mouthing, "Thank you" at her. Mrs. Magicowski smiled in return and nodded.

Logan was sitting in the back room of a building that Grace had brought him to. He noticed that the sign outside the building said St. Vincent's and another sign said Family is in the Heart. Logan thought this was a very nice place for him to be.

The door opened and Logan looked up to see a woman and a dog walk inside. The dog ran right up to Logan and started to lick his hand. Logan smiled and petted the dog. The lady who walked in with him put on a pair of latex gloves and sat down across from Logan. "Spot's our mascot." she told him. "He won't let anything bad happen to you." Logan looked up at her and smiled. She smiled in return. "My name is Dr. Collins, and I'm only here to make sure you're ok."

"You're a doctor?" Logan asked in a small voice.

Dr. Collins nodded. "But I also work here at St. Vincent's with Kelly and Gustavo. We're all going to take care of you while you stay here." Logan nodded. "Are you ok with me checking you out right now?" Logan bit his lip but nodded again. "Ok, let's just take a look see here." Dr. Collins started to unbutton Logan's shirt and gently pushed it off of him. His chest was badly bruised. His shoulder had welt marks on it from his father's belt and part of the skin looked burnt. "That must have hurt…" Dr. Collins gently touched Logan's shoulder. Instantly, the memory of his father pressing his cigarette into his shoulder filled his mind and Logan flinched slightly. "Do you wanna tell me about it?" Dr. Collins asked.

Logan bit his lip and looked down at his wringing hands in his lap. "Uh… my daddy hurt me…with his cigarette." he whispered, hoping his father was wrong and Dr. Collins would believe him. She seemed like a nice lady and he didn't want to lie to her. "He said no one would believe me if I tell them." he continued, then hesitantly raised his head to look at Dr. Collins. "Do you believe me?" he asked quietly.

Dr. Collins smiled at him. "I do Logan. And I promise you that your dad is never going to hurt you again."

Logan felt himself relax. Maybe staying here wouldn't be too bad…

A/N: and this concludes yet another chapter that brought me to tears (mostly because of the "you have your mother's eyes" line I trolled myself with that one :p). What'd you guys think of it? (: and thank you to the first few reviewers I got for chapter one! Love you all! xoxo