Fragile(NOT COMPLETED, UNDER REVISION, PLZ DONT READ RN)

Chapter 17

    My stomach was a whole different story. Bruises overlapped on my skin near my hips and below my belly button. In a way I was thankful for the cold weather. It was easier to cover up and no one asked questions. That's why yesterday freaked me out so much. 

    When Logan's hand went under my shirt and touched my skin my heart almost jumped out of my ribcage. What if I kept going and he found out? He'd probably be disgusted. I got disgusted just looking at them. Some of them took to long to go away but it didn't matter. They would get replaced by newer, fresher ones soon. 

    I pulled off my sweater and hung it up on the hook on my door. Throwing on a large, long sleeved maroon crewneck shirt and patting the material over my upper chest  making sure it laid right above my collarbone. My makeup had probably wiped off by now, and I couldn't risk my dad seeing what was under it. 

    The door to my room swung open. There my dad stood with a small black bag. He walked into my room and placed it onto my vanity before walking back to the door. 

"I cut off the landline." He croaks out. He stands there for a few seconds, motioning for me to open the bag. 

    I reluctantly take the bag, peering inside and taking out the rectangular box. It was a cell phone box. I opened the box. Inside there was a charger, a pair of headphones, and of course the phone. Carefully picking up the shiny black phone I looked up at him. His grey eyes were focused on the phone in my hand, rather than on my face.

"Thank you." I say softly. For a second I feel as though he was almost going to smile at me, but instead his facial expression remains cold and dark. He nods at me before leaving and closing the door behind him. I breathe out loudly and stare the phone in my hand. 

    I ran my fingertips over the sleek surface and pressed the power button on the top. A bright screen lit up and showed a low battery sign. Quickly getting up and plugging my laptop charger out of the wall, I put the phone charger in and left the phone to charge while I made some soup. 

    My dad was cooped up in his room, not that it bothered me. It had taken me a while before I finished making the soup, so before I set my bowl on the table to eat I walked back to my room and took the phone off the charger. It was charged about halfway and now showed a home screen. 

    I still had to figure out what to do with it. Besides Alyssa and obviously my father, I didn't have anyone else who would call me. Alyssa had given me her number a few days after I went to her house for the first time insisting that she should put it in my phone. I lied and told her that I left it in my room because it died to cover up the fact that I didn't have one and she eventually just wrote it on a piece of paper and gave it to me. I was glad that I didn't throw it out like I had planned to after she gave it to me. I headed back downstairs to the table.

    Sitting down in front of my soup I picked up my spoon and began to eat, using my other hand to scroll through pages on the phone. I almost choked on my food when I heard loud knocking coming from the front door. It sounded nothing like Alyssa's, she barely ever knocked and instead ringed the door down to death.  I had gotten accustomed to hearing it over the past couple of the weeks. Maybe it was Finn.

    I hopped off my chair, holding my phone tightly in my hand as I walked to the door. Another couple of loud knocks boomed through the door and I hurriedly unlocked it to tell Finn to stop. Pulling the door open the sight in front of me made my heart clench and my eyes almost bulge out of my head.

    In front of me stood Logan. His eyes narrowed at me as I stepped out of the doorway and into the cold air, closing the door quickly, but quietly behind me. 

"What are you doing here?" I hissed at him lowly. My dad was home. What if he came downstairs and noticed I was gone?

    Logan stalks towards me, pushing me up against the door. It catches me off guard and I breathe in sharply at his actions. He smelled like cologne and smoke. His large hands catch a hold of my wrists and the presses them up against my head. 

"No hello?" He chuckles darkly, his chest vibrating against my body. 

"You-You can't be here! Why are y-you here?" I stammer. 

"I thought I told you not to ignore me." He snarls, releasing one of my wrists and instead runs his hand over the material of my shirt. His fingers tug the material downwards and exposes the skin of my neck for him to look at. He rubs his thumb harshly over the bruise and leans in closer to me, pressing his lips over my ear. 

"You must have spent a nice amount of time trying to hide this today." He snaps. I wince at the pressure he puts on me and use my free hand to try and push him off of me. He doesn't move, not even an inch. 

"Leave, p-please." I plead at him.  He doesn't listen to me and grabs my hand, keeping it on his chest.

"Really," He mocks "I was hoping we could finish what we started yesterday." I shake my head furiously at him and bite my bottom lip. My insides cave in when I feel his lips graze against my jaw. I couldn't do this again. It wasn't suppose to happen again.  He was doing this intentionally. He knew I didn't want this. 

    My hand balls into a fist and I shut my eyes, feeling them get glassy.

"Logan please." I whisper. He stops but doesn't take his hands off of me. My heart pounds loudly and I breathe against his shoulder.  His cold fingers tip my chin up towards his face.

"Look at me Gracie." He demands. 

"Don't call me that." 

"Don't ignore me." He replies coldly.  

"You have to leave." I mumble so lowly I'm not ever sure he hears me. He takes a step back, the warmth between us disappearing. I blink a few times, trying to clear out the tears from my eyes which were pointed towards the ground. His hands dropped from me, letting go of my other wrist and  I glanced up at him, noticing him do a once over of me. His hand snatches my phone out of my hand and I lurch forward in attempt to get it back. 

"Stop!" I beg. He holds it above my head and taps away at the screen while I desperately try to get it back. A few seconds later he drops it down into my greedy hands.

"Look at me." He orders again. I don't listen and he pulls me into him, forcing my eyes to look up at him. He stares at me directly in my eyes, his green orbs piercing through my soul. Some of his dark chocolate hair fell in between his eyes from the blowing wind and made his stare all the more intense.  "Tonight, I want to hear your voice. I want you to call me. If you don't-" His eyes dropped to my neck "don't think about what to expect tomorrow." 

"A-are y-you-" I start but he cuts me off.

"I said," He snaps, pressing his lips against my ears once again "I want you to call me. Very clear instructions, don't you think?" I shut up. He took another step away from me, letting go of my body as a smirk returned to his face.  I dropped my gaze to my phone.

"I don't h-have your-"

"Yes you do." He says. "Now, you remember what I want you to do?" He asks. I nod quietly at him. 

"Good." 

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