Logan Mitchell Story: Chapter 2

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Logan's Pov

I walked into the house and rushed right up into my room. My two friends Dayton and Parker were up waiting for me.

"Dude, we were worried sick about you." Dayton said jumping out of his bad and sat on my bed.

"I was at Kendall's house, no biggie." I said.

"Oh," Dayton said, as I went into my draws trying to find a pajama shirt. I hated sleeping in just boxers.

I found a white v-neck t-shirt to sleep in and I took off my black skinny jeans.

"Was your lover boy, there?" Parker asked, sitting up in his bed.

"Yes, Carlos was there." I said, answering Parker's dumb question.

Dayton and Parker just smiled. They were the only ones in the group home to know I was gay. They kind of found out when they heard me talk to him on the single house phone we have.

I looked at both boys, "I'm tired." I said and looked at Dayton. "Get off my bed," I said pushing him off the bed.

He made a loud thud noise as he hit the ground, I simply laughed and with that went to bed.

The next day, I awoke to Mr. Martian yelling at me since I didn't come down for breakfast. I made a loud sighing noise. Mr. Martian looked at me and told me to get ready for my therapy appointment. I groaned.

I got dressed, taking my cell phone out of my pants pocket. I noticed I've received a text message from Carlos.

'Just wanted to let you know, we got back to Kendall's house safely…dude we all talked about it, you owe us an explanation. Why didn't you tell us about where you lived we wouldn't judge you at all. We all love you. Xox Carlos.'

I threw my phone against the wall. I owe my friends nothing. If I told them about all the shitty things I've done they would drop me in a second. Who would want to be friends with a person like me all I do live a lie.

I took the clothes I've picked out and brought them into the bathroom where I can shower and get dressed. I brushed my teeth and walked out of the bathroom taking my pajamas and putting them in my laundry basket knowing I'd have to do my laundry later.

I picked up my blackberry seeing I had cracked the screen, but I didn't care. I placed it in my pocket and decided I'll text Carlos later.

"Mr. Martian," I yelled.

"Ready Logan?" He asked.

I nodded.

He drove me to the therapist office. I got all nervous; I hated remembering all the bad I've done. I'm a changed person, and that's a fact. I didn't need this therapy.

I sat down in a chair waiting for my name to be called. I picked up People Magazine. I flipped to a random article about how Justin Bieber washes his hair. This article is lame who gives a shit how Justin washes his hair. I placed the magazine back on the table.

"Logan Mitchell" Called Dr. Bob.

I got up from my chair and followed Dr. Bob into his office. He gave me a smile, and gestured me to sit on his chair. He opened his book and looked to see what we were talking about.

"Well Logan, I've been talking to Mr. Martain, he's been saying you have been making huge improvements." He said beaming.

I frowned. "Yeah, so I have." I replied not really caring what he was going to say.

Dr. Bob flipped through his book of written documentation of my life.

"Logan, we need to talk about the time you stole a car and thought you can drive it. Why did you do this?" He asked.

"Um.." I didn't want to remember the day, I didn't want to have a flashback of this day.

Drake and I were outside while my parents went on a walk. They had left the car keys, on the kitchen table. Which Drake now had in his hands.

"Come on Logie poggie." My brother Drake said.

"I'm just fine reading my book." I said bitterly to my twin.

"But driving a car is a lot more fun the reading." He said luring me into his trap.

"Fine," I said putting my book down on the front porch.

"You go first." I nodded my head and listened to my older evil twin brother.

I took the keys and went right into the car. Being only eight, I still had a bit of trouble reaching the pedals. I somehow managed to reach them somehow. I pulled out of the drive way successfully, reaching the open road. I was driving on the opposite side of the road soon I maneuvered over to the correct side and drove around aimlessly. Until I made a sudden crash. I had hit the car in front of me.

"Drake told me too." I said.

"Drake would never do such a thing, he said he was telling you not to do it but you ignored his wishes and took the car on your own." Dr. Bob said, stating the facts he had gotten from the police.

"Well, he lied. Drake was always out to get me."

"I'm sure he wasn't, he's your brother."

I rolled my eyes, I couldn't stand Dr. Bob always giving me advice when I was fine, and I didn't need him.

So, this one problem wasn't my fault. Usually I'm the one to blame, but this time Drake set me up big time. This is why I hated him. I wish when I had the chance I killed him. I then walked out of Dr. Bob's office. I didn't need his help. I took out my cracked phone and decided now was the time to text Carlos.

'I don't need to tell you anything, my life is my business. I don't need you three to try to pick up the pieces. My problems are way bigger then any hockey player from Minnesota can fix.'

Seconds later I felt a buzz coming from my pocket.

'None of us care Logan, were your friends. We just want to help.' Carlos replied.

I hated my friends as of right now, they sure don't know when to stay out of peoples business.

'IF YOU WERE A GOOD FRIEND/BOYFRIEND, YOU'D KNOW THIS ISN'T YOUR PLACE TO MEDDLEDING IN.' I wrote out of anger.

I never did receive a text back from Carlos, and I was happy. I didn't want any of my friends to know the real Logan Mitchell. He wasn't a nice guy as everyone thinks he is.