Logan was fast asleep the next Wednesday when his phone rang. He was tired from work- it was 5 am.

"Babe- your phone." Carlos grumbled, shaking Logan gently awake. Logan groaned and propped himself up on an elbow to answer the phone.

"Yes, Logan Mitchell, please?" came a professional woman's voice.

"This is he." Logan said sleepily.

"I'm terribly sorry to awaken you, sir, but we need you down at the Northwood County Prison at 8:30 am today on a matter concerning your father." the woman said.

"What? What's goin' on?" Logan asked.

"I can't share the information over the phone, but please be here at 8:30?" the woman asked.

"Uh- okay." Logan said, then hung up without thinking anymore and laid back down.

"Who was it?" Carlos asked sleepily.

"Some lady. Gotta skip school to go to the prison for some reason." Logan grumbled.

"Can I come?"

"Yeah."

"Cool."

"Yeah- my name's Logan Mitchell... I was called this morning to be here at 8:30?" Logan said to the receptionist, Carlos beside him.

"Yes, sir." the lady said and a cop came and took them to another metal detector, where they were carefully examined and taken to a dark room with a window and phone.

"Mister Mitchell?" came the same professional voice as was on the phone, behind him now. Carlos and Logan turned to see a young woman in a women's business suit, holding a clipboard. She sat in a chair beside them, facing them.

"I'm Walter Mitchell's attorney." she said. "My name is Melissa Turner."

"I'm Logan Mitchell..." Logan said, then gestured to Carlos. "And this is my adoptive brother, Carlos Garcia."

She shook both of their hands.

"Mister Mitchell, I'm terribly sorry to be the one to give you these horrible news, but your father has killed two men here in the prison. How he got past guards to do it, nobody knows. Now, this being said, he has been marked dangerously smart and murderous. He has been given a death sentence." she said gravely.

"Okay?" Logan said, confused. "So what? I'm glad the bastard gets to die."

The woman's brows shot up.

"His final wish was to talk to you once more." she said. "But we understand that he has had a violent background with you. Are you okay with seeing him through this glass window and talking to him?"

Logan looked down, his stomach icy.

"I don't WANT to." he said quietly. "But... But I need to."

"Okay. We'll have him in in just a little while." the woman smiled, getting up and leaving.

Logan groaned and covered his face with his hands as he turned it to the ceiling.

"Los, I dunno if I can do this." he said.

"I'm right here, baby." Carlos said, a hand on Logan's knee comfortingly, despite the guards in the back corners of the small room. "Don't worry about it."

Finally Carlos watched as a man, extremely identical to Logan, sat down and took the phone.

"Loge- I think he's here."

Logan slowly uncovered his face and looked at the man across from him. This man wasn't the father who used to take him to the zoo every month when he was a kid. Not the man who called him "Bud" when he was young. Not the man Logan used to look up to. No- this was a man who has killed three too many people- maybe even more. A man who loved nothing anymore.

Logan slowly took the phone from the wall and put it to his ear, not saying anything, just staring at his father.

"Hi, Logan." his dad said in a calm voice. Calm, yet a nightmarish voice. A deep, gruff voice that made Logan feel phantom pains in his ribs and faint pangs in his heart.

Logan broke eyes contact with his dad, not saying anything.

"I've been sentenced to the 'lectrical chair." the man said. Carlos took a phone, wanting to hear what was being said. "I'm gonna die tomorrow, son. Doesn't that mean anything to you?"

"Why the hell would it?" Logan said quietly, not looking up into those menacing, black eyes.

"Cause I'm your father."

"I don't HAVE a father." Logan said.

Walter sighed and shook his head.

"Son, I killed lots a people. Your mom. Two guys here. Some more people way back when. But I never set out to kill YOU. You were always my pride and joy and-"

Logan interrupted him by lunging forward and slamming the phone onto it's receiver, then sitting back in his chair, tears in his eyes.

"Tell him I don't give a shit what he says. I hate every fucking inch of him and I hope he rots in hell." Logan said shakily to Carlos.

Carlos, eyes wide, looked into the dark eyes of Logan's father. Those eyes were the exact color of Logan's, but so different. Walter's were cold eyes of a killer. Logan's were soft, loving, with a touch of innocence.

"He- he says-" Carlos began.

"I done heard what he said." Walter sighed. "Who the hell are you?"

"Sir, I'm- I'm Carlos Garcia." Carlos stuttered.

"GARCIA? As in Roberto Garcia's son?"

"Yes, sir."

Walter smirked and shook his head.

"Tell that big bastard I said he's damn lucky I never got outta here, or else I'da killt his ass."

Carlos's breath caught and he looked down.

"Why're you here?" Walter barked.

"My parents adopter Logan." Carlos said quietly. "And I'm his boyfriend. So I'm here for support."

"CARLOS!" Logan squeaked, heart thudding in his chest. "Don't- don't TELL him-"

"My son- my little dick lickin', ass pirate of a son- actually-"

"Don't call him that." Carlos said, voice shaky.

"I could call YOU that. You little dick lickin' ass pirate."

"Why did you wanna talk to him?" Carlos demanded. "You know, he was deathly afraid of my father because of you. He has nightmares all the time because of YOU. I JUST got him to fucking relax- and now THIS. So what the HELL do you want?"

He glanced over at Logan, who was looking at the ground, arms crossed, lip quivering, a tear streaking his cheek.

"Just- make him listen to me. I don't give a shit if he talks, just make his listen." Walter said gently.

Carlos put the phone to his leg and turned to his boyfriend.

"The sooner you listen- the sooner we can leave." he said gently. Logan sniffled and took his phone and put it to his ear, not looking up.

"You're the only one I got left, Logan." Walter said. "So everything I got goes to you. The house, my money, everything."

Walter stopped and looked over at Carlos.

"You still go to church?" he asked Logan.

Logan didn't move, but Carlos answered.

"Most Sundays."

Walter nodded.

"Good. There's no saving me, Logan. But there's still some hope for you. Even if you ARE a queer- there's still a little hope for you to go to Heaven."

"You bastard." Logan said softly, then his black eyes flickered to his dad's. "You always told me that God would love me no matter what. Then you find out that I'm gay and suddenly God hates me. Well you know what? He would choose ME- a QUEER- over YOU- a fucking murderous, abusive BASTARD. And I fucking hate you so much, Walter. SO MUCH. And you know what? Yeah. I'm gay. And even though you beat the living snot outta me because of it, it didn't help anything. I'm still gay. And I'm happier now with Carlos than I've been in my entire life. And on behalf of me, Mom, and all those people you murdered, FUCK YOU. I hope you rot in Hell, where you belong." Logan said, then stood, slammed down the phone, and stormed out.

Carlos sat there, eyes wide, before slowly standing and putting down his phone, following Logan out.

"Loge!" he called, watching Logan storm out, fists clenched. He finally slowed down once outside in the cool air and he slammed his fist on the hood of Carlos's car.

"Easy!" Carlos said.

Logan folded his arms on the top of the car and buried his face in them.

"I hate him so much." he sobbed.

Carlos rubbed his back comfortingly.

"I know, baby."

"He called you a dick licker ass pirate."

"He called you that, too."

"But I'm used to it. That's what he called me as he beat the shit outta me." Logan sobbed. "But he doesn't know you."

Carlos hugged Logan from behind, laying his hand on Logan's shoulder blade.

"I'm sorry this had to happen." he murmured, arms around Logan's stomach.

"Me, too. I'm sorry you had to meet that shitface." Logan said. "But after tomorrow, I'll officially be an orphan. And I'll get a big fat check for it. And a house. And all Walter's money. And we can finally have a life."

Logan turned and looked at Carlos, sniffling, and he hugged him.

"I'm sorry you had to witness that. But I'm glad you're here." he said. "Let's go grab a bite. Chinese?"

"We don't have the money for that." Carlos said.

"I told you. Now that both my parents are dead, the government will give me a shitload of money, then I get my dad's money- which includes my mom's. Let's just go." Logan said, letting go of Carlos and turning to hop in the car.

I'm almost done with this one! But I've already got a fresh batch of stories out. Check em out, brosephinas.