"If Your

Path Is

More Difficult,

It Is

Because

Your Calling

Is Higher"

~Unknown

Logan lost his mother for the second and final time. He has been quiet for a long time. Especially since she was murdered again. I stood staring out the window of the apartment we'd be staying in. New York City wasn't anything like where we were before. It was full of life. Logan was cooking in the kitchen and the smell of grilled chicken stuck itself in my nose and made my mouth water.

There was a knock on the door suddenly. I stood up and headed toward the door fixing my black shirt. As I opened the door. Carter ran inside slamming the door behind him.

"Hide me please. The cult knows I'm alive and people are after me please please spare me- now that my father is dead I don't have to pretend anymore" Carter whispered.

"Who was that Chance?" I hear Logan coming. I think quick. I push Carter in a closet as there's slamming coming from the front door.

Logan answers it as I push the desk to the hidden closet and sit on the chair of the desk and take out a book.

"Carter?" a cloaked man asked.

"Logan. The curse is broken. Carter is dead to me . He's not here look somewhere else" I hear Logan respond coldly.

I was starting to regret that I helped Carter in the first place. I stood looking at my book as Logan slammed the door in the guys faces. Then he came to me with a face.

"I know Carter is in there" Logan sighed. I helped Carter out but he no longer looked like Logan.

He looked different and older...possibly attracti- what am I thinking. I didn't realize I had been staring at him till Logan started speaking again.

"we spare your life, no spare ours by leaving" Logan spoke more coldly as he turned away toward the kitchen.

"Logan" Carter followed him to the kitchen. I rubbed my forehead as I headed up the steps of the apartment. I went into the shower and turn on the water.

As I slip my clothes off, chills of the winter air grew more. I pressed on the water and waited for it to start steaming. As I got inside and closed the shower curtain. I wet my hair and smoothed it out. I took the soap and smudged it across me as I sniffed the air and steam of the hot shower.

As I rinsed off. I grabbed my towel and placed it around my body and another medium sized towel for my hair. I step out the shower onto the carpeted floor of the bathroom and walk out heading to my room. I slowly take off the towel as I stood thinking back to my parents and watched my memories soar threw me.

I place on an oversized wool sweater that reached to my knees. I then sat at the foot of my bed, as I pressed my feet into black knee socks.

As I blow-dried my wet hair I hear a knock at the door. It was Carter. I look away immediately.

"Carter?" I ask.

"Chance. I wanted to thank you for sparing my life. Logan has decided to let me stay but he thinks I have plans to kill you which is the only thing throwing him off- and for the record I don't want to kill you" Carter says closing the door behind us.

"How did you kn-"

"He hasn't told you? I have the element of the psychic. I can read minds and travel to peoples emotions and daydreams" Carter explained.

My face grew fuzzy and I nodded.

"And for the record. I still feel your lips on mine too" Carter whispered to me.

I jumped looking away.

"I-I-I I don't know what your taking about, Carter" I speak coldly trying to hide the embarrassment in my voice.

As I went to go face him.. his lips caressed mine. He held my waist as he pressed his lips on mine fiercely. I held his face as we continued kissing. Then, I let go immediately realizing what I had done...

Before I could yell at him- he was gone and I was left there still feeling the imprint of his lips and his hands on my waist.

I shook my head in frustration. This couldn't be happening. I'm suppose to be with Logan...Carter... he is planning on making me break Logan's heart. I couldn't do that.

I threw on a pea-coat and dress pants. I slipped on some toms and stormed out the room. I headed down stairs to see Carter and Logan discussing something. I run out the door and leave the house.

As I'm walking, two men come toward me. I continue walking up the street. However, they follow me. I turn around and still see them as I turn the other way. I start running a little and turn the other block and the other and then another. As I turn around and turn back there they stood right infront of me.

I step back and feel two more behind me. They come closer toward me and I start to panic. I punch the first one in the jaw and drop kick the other two. One of the guys grab me as I try to hit the other one.

I head bump him and take out my knife from my pocket and stab his arm. The other guy kicks me in my stomach and I fall hard on the ground, clutching my stomach.

I crawl forward trying to get a grip but he pulls my legs. With all the upper body strength in me, mixed with the anxiety of feeling like I would die at this very moment- I pull the other half of me and sucker punch the guy grabbing my legs about 5 times and then he throws me against the wall pulling out a knife to my throat as he pulled his pants down. I shriek trying to release myself but if I move forward I'd have my throat stabbed.

Just then I see Carter appear and he whispers something. The guy starts groaning and leaves me there as he falls on the ground with his ears bleeding and his fingers falling off. Carter swings at the guy multiple times and then ends it with three kicks.

I clutch my neck with hot tears streaming down my face and my shortness of breath from fighting for my life.

Carter picks me up as I see Logan running with the other 3 guys knocked out in his hands.

Logan drops the guys on the ground and picks me up as he stares at me with sadness in his eyes.

I practically fought 4 men all at once and yet the 4rth one almost succeeded at raping me.

As we went rushing back to the apartment- I saw Carter not even glancing at me once. I started to think maybe it was another daydream but then I see the eye tattoo of the Psychic element on his neck and feel every part of my body tense.

I was definitely afraid. He could practically ruin me and Logan just by appearing in my daydreams and making me think I felt a certain way for him. - See I'd believe that theory if my heart wasn't pounding so much every time I thought about him.

I decided to take a quick glance to see him glance at me at the same time, Then I immediately looked away nervously as I felt such a heart escape into flying doves. My mind on blank as I felt myself thinking more and more of him- the guilt of Logan appeared equally, making me nervous.

I glanced at Logan and felt my heart flutter too.

My worse nightmare was coming true...

a love triangle..

oh no.

Now that Carter is staying

would this destroy everything?

No

I need Logan.

Carter needs to go...

Now.