𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 isn't new to the life of gangs, guns and wars but when she moves back home she was hoping for a little reprieve of all the chaos.
instead, she finds herself caught in the same web all over again.
then there's 𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐚...
My hands holding someone's shoulders and I felt a warm arm around my back, my head was tucked into their neck and our bodies tightly pressed against each other.
Oh God, please don't be who I think it is.
Oh who am I kidding.
His arm was outstretched in a fist above the once vicious dog who was now sitting obediently wagging it's tail.
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"Comfortable?" Logan asked while chuckling,
I cleared my throat and took a step back, covering my cheeks, which were probably as hot and red as the felt.
I felt a lot colder when I was out of his embrace, missing the warmth.
"This is Bella" he voiced, "she's a Great Dane, they're known for their height".
I nodded as my heart rate slowed,
"Go in make yourself comfortable, I'll just feed her and I'll be right in"
I nodded again and walked inside, the interior was much more fancy looking than the outside decorated with modern decor and based on greys and dark colours.
It had everything we had at home but double the size, once again I stood in awe staring at everything,
Logan walked inside and closed my mouth with his hand as he passed by me, again smiling at me with that megawatt grin, two dimples on his cheeks and annoyingly pearly white teeth. One of the many reasons he has girls flocking at him in the hallways.
"Be gone demon" I muttered,
"Is that all you got?"
"Sorry I forgot my holy water, I'll be sure to bring it next time I just hope your skin doesn't burn under it"
That infuriating smirk inevitably appeared again with my palpable sarcasm,
"Where are you parents" I asked curiously,
"Working" he answered rather quickly, "Let's go up and finish the project yeah?" he voiced,
I nodded as we headed upstairs to his room.
It was a simple grey walled room with a king sized bed situated in the middle, the room was filled with the basic necessities like a desk and a closet for example.
As we got started it was evident I was doing most of the work while Logan got bored and began playing with the things in his pencil case,
"Are you-" I stopped short when I looked up and saw him holding a pair of scissors with what looked like a small chunk of my hair in his hands.
"Is that-" I began but he cut me off,
"It was an accident I swear, I was kidding around but then you moved and y- you"
"Logan I hope you told your parents you love them because you are going to die today" I stated simply.
In an instant he dropped the scissors and got up from the bed where we were situated, untangling himself from the blankets and dropping all the books down around us with him as he dashed down the stairs, his fear for me fuelling him.
