Turning Left

Chapter 18

Logan's POV

"You went to see her?" I snapped, her words taking me completely by surprise.

"Yeah I did" she shrugged casually.

"Why would you do that? After I was exposed my mother probably found out I was a criminal-"

"I hope you realise that she doesn't hate you Logan. I didn't just go and see her because I was bored. No, I went to see her because no mother should have to see their kid being taken into prison. Especially without knowing the whole truth, so I went there to reveal the truth to her"

"The truth? The truth isn't any good Emily, I'm a fucking criminal I was basically dragged into jail-"

"The truth is not what the media has been revealing Logan, you and I both know that. The media knows nothing about you hence everything they have-"

"Everything the media has said has been true Em. They might not know about my past, but they sure did get my present right" I finished. Slowly, I turned around, grabbing my coat from the bed and walked towards the door.

"Where are you going Logan?" she questioned quickly as she followed me out the room.

The rest of the gang had busied themselves in other outdoor activities for the few more days we were going to spend in Chicago due to the police hunting me down.

I had full faith that Emily was somehow going to get me out of jail, but Tom was something I had most definitely not expected. Neither had I expected him to leave without a glance at me.

I was thankful for everything she had done for me, but going to my mother was not part of the message. I was ashamed of everything I had done, and the truth being revealed to my mother was bad enough.

Nevertheless, I needed to go check her for myself. So I continued walking towards the door, ignoring Emily temporarily.

"I'm going to see her, I'll be back soon" I coldly replied before walking out the door, not waiting for an answer.

I felt terrible, yet my frustration had managed to overpower that.

I slipped into the seat of my car, speeding my car down the roads of Chicago.

The police was on full alert, which meant I had to be as discreet as possible.

What had I done to deserve this?

I had done bad my entire life, I did deserve to be in jail, then why meet Emily? Why meet someone who was willing to sacrifice everything for me in a heartbeat.

What would my life have been without her? My heart ached at the thought, knowing that I could never have lived without a woman so... perfect.

The building soon came into view, my walls coming back up.

I parked my car, grabbing the baseball cap from the passenger seat to cover my face before slipping out of the car and hurrying into the building straight towards the elevator.

Thankfully, no one noticed as I did so, allowing me to easily make my way towards the room she was in.

I stopped in my tracks when I arrived the correct room, my eyes looking through the thin glass allowing me to peek a glance inside the room. As always, my mother sat on a chair, he back facing me as she faced an empty canvas with a brush in her hands.

My heart clenched at the sight of my mother.

The woman who had given birth to me. The woman who had wrongfully been treated her entire life. I wanted to make it right for her, but that's something I failed in.

My hand raised to knock on the door hesitantly, but I stopped, gripping the door handle instead. Manning up, I turned the knob, pushing the door open.

Her face remained on the canvas as I slipped inside and shut the door behind me.

"Loss of ideas?" I asked, trying to get her attention.

"Oh I'm sorry, I didn't notice any-" she stopped mid sentence as her eyes fell on me. "Logan my boy" with that, she stood up and rushed towards me, embracing me in a hug. Her actions took me by surprise, yet satisfied me completely. I hugged her back tightly, letting my eyes close as I felt every bit of heat coming from her, the familiar heat of my mother. Her familiar scent of her hair filled my nose as I buried my head into her back and a certain comfort calmed me at her mere touch on my back.

"I thought you would hate me" I whispered into her back, hearing her chuckle as she parted from me. She grabbed my hand, dragging me towards the small couch in the corner of the room, where she sat me down, seating herself in front of me.

"I could never hate my son" she replied back, her hand on my cheek, sending me a comforting smile.

"Mom, you have to know that I didn't mean to-"

"Shh" she interrupted, smiling "You know, when you were born, just a little baby, your father would spend most of his days locked up in a room drinking his sorrows away, and in that time, I remember everyday clearly, the way I used to cradle you into my arms as you slept silently, safe from all the dangers of your vicious father. I remember your bright blue eyes, and the way they used to bore into mine when you were awake. I could feel the attachment to you in my heart every time I looked at you, you were and are my everything my boy. It should have been me, the one to save you from him, not the other way round. Instead, I let him abuse you, I watched him stab you in the back and-"she stopped, a sob releasing her slowly, tears instantly flooding her eyes. "I'm so sorry my boy, I wish-"

"Hey, mom, there is nothing you should be sorry for, the man you were forced to marry was nothing but a fraud, a corrupt man with no morals whatsoever. I am proud of having saved you even if it was too late. I am proud to have murdered him, but I am not proud of the man I became on the way, and I wish I could take it all back" my mother chuckled once again, the beauty of her voice reaching my ears.

"My boy, sometimes things happen for a reason. If you were not the man you were, how would you have met Emily? I see at the end everything did work out for both of you, and she's a woman to hold on to" she commented, the mention of Emily lighting up my mood.

I chuckled along with her, my hand grabbing hers as I looked down at them.

"Yeah, she's something" my eyes met her with a wide smile.

"What's bothering you?" she asked me, sensing me correctly. I shook my head slightly.

"I don't want her to live this life mom, she doesn't deserve it, yet I can't let go of her, she means everything to me"

"My boy, if you treat her right and she really does love you, trusts me, there's no place she'd rather be than in your arms" I smiled at her comment, smelling the truth in it.

"That's what she said too"

"Whatever happens Logan, I want you to know that I love you, and you will always be my son no matter what. Our past has made us who we are, and despite not liking that sometimes, the past makes us who we are, and I have not seen a more braver man than you. I know what the world has portrayed you as, but they don't know half the things I do, and I can tell with certainty, that you are most certainly not a criminal to me my boy. I love you" once again, she embraced me in a hug, placing a soft kiss on my forehead afterwards.

"I love you too mom"

A/N

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