She never listened to me either which pissed me off even more. I know I said a lot of messed up things to her but I can't control myself when I'm angry. Especially around her. 

    I  continued to run my fingers through her tangled honey tresses, rocking her back and forth as other memories consumed my thoughts. I know she wouldn't have anything going on with Finn. She barely wanted anything to do with me. It just irritated me to think of her with someone else that way. 

    Thinking of someone else touching her the way I've touched her.. let alone that person being Finn? Fuck no. Not a chance in hell. Gracie was mine, whether she knew it or not. 

    The way her skin felt under mine, the way she moaned, even the way she cried into my chest, those were things I wanted only for myself. 

    We stayed like that for a good couple of minutes until she falls back asleep. I gently release her, leaning back into my seat and switching back into my previous lane. 

    I drove a little slowly, trying to prolong this drive. I keep glancing at her, her mouth set into a pout. 

    Damn, I feel like a creep watching her but I can't help it. She stirs a bit which made me slow down even more, not wanting her to wake up and start crying again.  

    A little while later I pull into the driveway of Gracie's house, watching as the garage lights go on from the sudden movement. I sit and stare at the time displayed on the screen inside of my car. In bright red numbers was the time 12:20. 

    Finally deciding it was time I shake her shoulders a little. She cracks her eyes open one by one. She gives me a confused look, and I motion towards the direction of her house. A surprised little 'oomph' noise came from her as she pulls down her dress once more and fiddles around with the seatbelt. 

    I stop her hands and just undo it for her. When I'm done I look at her and she gives me a sad smile. Her eyes are bloodshot from all the crying she's been doing. She sits there with her mouth opening and closing for few minutes, yet no words come out.

"What?" I ask curiously.

"T-Thanks. For driving me home." She whispers, playing with her fingers. "I'm s-sorry if I-" She stops talking for a second, pausing and biting down on her bottom lip. "I'm sorry if I ruined y-your night." 

    I roll my eyes at her apology. 

"It's fine Gracie. You didn't ruin my night."

    She sighs while keep her head down.

"Yes I did. You p-probably had plans tonight-"

"I said it's fine." I cut her off.  

    She stays quiet for a few seconds, fidgeting with her fingers. 

"W-Well, thank you, again." Her back turns towards me as she pushes the car door open. 

"Wait," I say gently pulling her back into the seat. "I'm sorry for what I said the other day. I didn't mean it." 

"You already apologized Logan." Gracie whispers over her shoulder.

"I know, but I want you to know that I mean it." She turns around and stares at me, her eyebrows raised. 

    Another shaky breath escapes her mouth before she turns back and swings  her legs out of the car. I watch as she gets up and shuts the door, shivers from cold air and limps up the driveway clutching her heels into her chest. I groan frustratedly and push open my door.   I step out and slam it shut, jogging up behind her.

    My arms circle around her waist before she opens the front door. She freezes, her body coming to a complete halt. The winds blows her hair away from her face leaving her fair skin on full display. The red mark was ever present on her cheek and I lightly graze it with one of my fingers. She flinches and steps backs, falling out of my hold. 

    Her hand lifts up and cups the side of her face, her eyes widening. 

"Gracie-"

"Goodnight Logan." She cuts me off, before quickly swinging the door open and rushing inside the house. 



Ehhh, I don't know how to feel about this chapter. I haven't written in Logan's POV in so long, and I'm not that great at writing in a guy's POV. Let me know if you liked it though and if I should write more in his POV! 

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