Look at me, I'm updating on a Sunday! I know I made you all wait for a little over two weeks and I'm sorry. But I've been feeling so guilty and my major case of writer's block has officially been cured so I managed to type this up. I know it falls a bit short but I like it anyways especially after everything with my writer's block.
AN: I don't own anything.
Logan shuddered awake from his sleep, not that he was completely asleep in the first place. Terrible nightmares haunted him and kept him from sleeping all night. Mostly he would drift in and out of sleep every few hours but then slip back into uncomfortable unconsciousness. Most of the dreams were disturbing- they made him lose the little hope he had. They all consisted of the same thing- Camille's death. Every time though, it would never get easier but harder and harder. He would wake up in cold sweat and in a fit of silent sobs. Each night it became even more difficult for him to sleep. He could never get the nightmares out of his head. They were always there to remind him of what could've been. Bags began to grow under his eyes and he was constantly exhausted, but he couldn't fall asleep, not if he didn't want those nightmares.
The doctors had already proclaimed that Camille would live and eventually be okay, but they all couldn't help but think at the back of their heads that some disaster would take place. It didn't though. Days passed by and Camille got noticeably better but that didn't stop any of them from worrying.
Logan looked around. The room, surprisingly, was empty. Everyone must have either gone to the Palm Woods or must have gone off to do their own thing.
"Logan? Can I come in?" a soft voice asks, just slightly knocking on the door. He cranes his head around to see who it was. Katie. Her brown hair fell past her shoulder messily and it looked like she had just rolled out of bed. Logan could probably bet that she had.
He clears his voice. "Yeah, of course. You don't have to ask sweetie." He motions for her to come in.
"Thanks," she slips in through the crack in the door. "Shouldn't you be sleeping?"
Logan snorts and then chuckles humorlessly. "Shouldn't you?"
Katie looks down, shifting her weight from foot to foot. "Nightmare."
Logan's face softens, "Me too."
"Really?" she asks, surprised.
"Yeah, come here, Katie- kat," Logan says, patting his lap. She slowly and hesitantly seats herself on his lap.
She normally doesn't do this. It makes her feel like she's lost even more control and it makes her feel like a little girl again. She hates that. She wants to build up her walls again and be stronger than ever. She rarely lets herself act like this, it's just not normal. But then again, nothing's normal anymore. So she ignores the thoughts in the back of her head telling her that she shouldn't be acting like a little kid, and instead, she leans back into Logan's embrace and lets him hug her. She wraps her arms around the boy who she considers a brother, gladly accepting the comfort. She's been needing a hug ever since everything happened.
"Do you want to tell me what was it about, Katie?" Logan asks softly, patting her soft brown hair.
She looks up at him, the tears that she had been holding back for days glistening in her eyes. "She died Logan. There was all- all this b-blood and…" Katie chokes on a sob, burying her face in Logan's shoulder.
"Shhh, sweetie." Logan soothes in a comforting voice, slightly astound that they had been dreaming of the same thing.
Katie's lip trembles, almost as if she's afraid to tell him anything. But then she realizes that if anyone can understand what's going through her mind, it's Logan. "I was so scared, Logan. Not just in my dream but also that day in court. I couldn't- it was so hard to see Camille that way."
Logan stares at her in shock. Sometimes he seems to forget that Katie is only a small teenager and that she can be just, if not more, vulnerable than them. She always seems so strong, that it's so easy to forget. But that day in court, the day Camille and Andrew were both shot… it must have been too much for her to handle. There was far too much blood and goriness for a small teenager to handle.
Despite his own worries and thoughts he reassures her, "Don't be scared, sweet heart. Everything's going to be okay. I'm sorry you had to see that though."
Logan rocks her back and forth, whispering soothing words to both Katie and himself in an attempt to believe his own words.
He was scared, though he'd never admit that to Katie. He was scared that he'd come this close to losing Camille again. He was scared that Camille would be traumatized both physically and emotionally. He was scared that nothing would go back to the way it used to be and that nothing would be okay again.
"Logan? Are you okay?"
Logan jumps, almost clutching his heart out of surprise. He had almost forgotten the possibility of Camille being awake. He looks up to seeing Camille sitting up while being propped up by pillows. Her hair is thrown over her shoulders and her soft pink lips were turned upwards into a small, sad smile.
He stumbles over himself, just barely catching himself before he hits the floor. "Yeah I'm good." He walks over, sitting down in the chair next to the bed before taking her hand and kissing her fingertips.
They sit in an uncomfortable silence. It's different than anything else. It's tense, as if both want to say something though they're not sure they should. They look at each other expectantly, hoping the other would break the silence until Camille finally decides too.
"Why did he hate me so much?" Her voice is low and quiet and Logan just barely hear her. "Am I a bad person? Should I have been a better daughter?"
"Cami, no. You're the best person and he didn't deserve to have such an amazing, beautiful daughter. As for the fact that he didn't like you, that was just his loss. He would have been lucky to have to the chance to know someone like you," Logan says softly, caressing her cheek.
"He wasn't always like this, you know," Camille spills, "He used to be the perfect father to me and Ethan. He used to play games with us, be there for every one of my school events, and he would love taking us out for our days together. It would only be the two of us," Camille says, remembering. Tears wet her eyes but she blinks them back.
She pauses, squeezing her eyes shut. "I always loved him. Why did he have to stop loving me back? Did I do something wrong?"
"Cami, no, baby. You didn't do anything wrong. I still love you though and I can promise you that I'll never stop." Logan kisses her forehead.
"I know, I still love you too, and I know I'll never stop," Camille says, running her thumb over Logan's knuckles. She pauses briefly, before looking seriously back into Logan's eyes. "Logan, I wish my father loved me. I wish he hadn't hated me."
And for the first time in a long time, Logan had no answer for Camille.
I hoped you all enjoyed that and because I'm no longer stuck, I hope I have another chapter up by Saturday. I also have a Christmas present planned out for you guys so we'll see how that goes.
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