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Logan let me in. I can't believe after everything I did to him, he's still considerate and let me in his house. I hope e's prepare for what I'm gonna tell him. He might not gonna beleive me after I treat him like shit. But it's worth a try. I step in and sit on the couch while he sits on the table doing homework.
"Can I have a towel?" I am so cold. Even though it's Spring in Minnesota, the rain and wind kicks in at night.
"Sure." He stand up and went to the bathroom and retreat a blue towel. He wrap it around my shivering frame. I look down, trying not to make much eye contact with him. "So, what do you want to tell me?" he ask after sitting back on the table doing his homework again.
I let out a shaky breath. "I'm sorry." I whisper.
"What?" he ask.
I look up at him again to see what he turn around to look at me with a blank expression on his face. "I'm sorry, ok? I know what I did was unsophisticated wrong. It's hateful, pitiless, and I greatfully hated myself for it. You have every right to be mad at me right now."
"So you just came here, in the rain, just to say sorry?" he ask harshly.
"No, there's more to it. You know my dad died, right?"
"Pfft, yeah." He seems like he doen't care. He turn around and did his homework some more. But maybe the real reason will change his mind.
"Someone hit him."
"Car crash? Way too common."
"No, hit and run."
"Still common."
"Gunshot?"
"Still common."
"Logan, please, I beg you. Please, I'm desperatlly begging for your forgivness."
He turn back around to face me. "Why should I Kendall? You treat me like shit in school for no fuckin' reason! I constantly have to deal with it everyday! Carlos is gone because of you! I compare him to you too much and he got away! You drive me crazy Kendall and whatever you need to tell me will not make this all turn around! People will still treat me like shit because of you!"
" I will change that tomorrow."
"Fine, just tell me what I need to know."
" My dad died over the summer after seventh grade. he got hit, and shoot a few seconds after. I stayed home for three weeks feeling miserable- feeling of greif flows inside of me and never came out. I refuse to leave home and didn't hang out with you, James, or Carlos for three weeks, or more. After my mom, Katie and I saw the news, i stayed in bed all day crying. After a months later, I trained and hunt down the person who killed him. I went to the police station and Mr. Garcia help me crack the case since no one could find evidence for a long time. We found who it was after a week later. You want to know who it was?"
"Sure, hope it will shock me."
"Your father."
He gasp sarcasticlly. "Oh my god, really?" Why is he being sarcastic? Then he said in his serious voice "Yeah, I knew it was someone like him. He's a bad person anyways, as a mysterious mask man with a hood. No wonder he's not arrested yet. My dad have a criminal record. And on parole!" Okay, is he kidding me about the mask man he calls his dad? "He's on parole, he goes home, beat the crap out of me, just so I can 'man up'. I feel neglected everytime he leaves when I was young. After trying to kill me, he goes out and celebrate like a stupid asshole!" He yells using air-quotes on the word 'Man up'. He clears his throat. "Ok, proceed."
Now he just made me lost my place. Who knew Logan can be this... agressive. He never was like that. Oh wait, I found my place now. " Okay, well, as i was saying, Your dad killed my dad. After fouding out, I hunt him down, prank call him to meet me in the alley where you usually go after school and-"
"Wait, how do you know i go there?"
"I saw you." I say even though the answer is too obvious. "Okay, after that, I beat him up, but I end up in the hospital afterwards and your dad got away. It damage my brain a little and-"
"So you think that it was me, you blame the murderer's son for this?"
"No, not exactly, just hear me out. Your dad came and did something that my mom calls 'Plucking my head'. What is that even mean?"
"It's accually a French song -Alouette- they sing to little kids, which is wrong because it's insulting." He said calming down.
"What does it mean?"
"Plucking your head which mean messing with your mind, putting the wrong information into your mind."
"Ok, so, like I said, your dad 'plucked my head', making me think that it was you who killed my father. So, that's why I end up beating you up, for revenge, then it came out to be fun."
"Well, it's not fun for me at all!" Logan's getting mad again.
"I know, I'm sorry. So I rule the school because James made up something called 'The School Hockey Rule" at the first week of school after tryouts for hockey. Is that the hockey team captain rules the school and everyone joins in. I never told anyone about what happened. James is the only on who knew., because he was there with me, helping me solve the mystery. Jett just likes to beat the crap out of people. Did I mention your dad 'pluck' James' mind too? Yeah, so three years. No one can unpluck our minds, until last night. My mom and Katie tried years to convince me that it was your dad's. but it didn't work for years, until last night. After founding out, I skip school the next day- which is today- saying that I don't feel good. I stayed in bed thinking all the horrible things I did to you. No one could get me out. And before I got here, I got out of bed and came here in the pouring rain."
"So that's it?"
"Yep, pretty much."
"So, you try to kill me, just because you got pluck in the head." He raises his voice.
"Sure, if you want to say it that way."
"I can't beleive you." He says and turn back around in his chair.
"Logan, please."
"You made my life a living hell."
"No I didn't Logan, it was your dad!"
"Do you know that I got harrass all day and night?" Logan voice cracks. He turn around showing his now teary face. I stare at him. I'm feeling empathy.
"Now that you mention it, yeah." We stayed there in silence for about five minutes. Then I ask " So, do you forgive me?"
"I don't know if I should. I mean you did all this crap to me for three years now and a story doesn't cut it. Whatever you're doing or going to do will be an act."
"Logan, please forgive me!"
"No." He whispers.
"Fine, I'm going home. But I'm going to school tomorrow and I will show you that I really mean it when i said sorry." I got up off the couch, put the towel back in the bathroom and walk out the door but I didn't go home just yet. I stayed in his front pourch sitting on the pourch swing. I hug my knees together on my chest as I swing around slightly. I put my head down.
"Kendall?" Someone called a few minutes later. I look up and saw Katie standing next to me with an umbrella. "What are you doing here? Mom noticed you're not home and ask me to find you."
"Yeah, thanks."
" What are you doing here?"
"I came to apologies to Logan but he won't forgive me."
"Don't worry big brother, I'll help." She says and got into the house. Leave it all to Katie to make everything right. After about thirty minutes she came out. Took her a while. "He said he'll think about it."
"What took you so long?"
"Logan misses me and we talked. Now, lets get you home before mom thinks we're kidnapped."
I laugh and she give me the umbrella and I pick her up and walk home. Tomorrow, I'm going to make it right with Logan!
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