Chapter 15

**Logan**

She is physically shaking while cooking, and I can tell she isn't accident-prone. It is like she is scared to cook. Once she sat down to eat, I thought she’d relax a little more. She hasn’t. It is like she is scared to eat, as she only nibbles at her food.

It takes her about half an hour to finish her food and I would have polished that sandwich off in about five minutes. She stands up with the plate and I watch Carl's eyes slowly follow her, and then he looks at me. I get up and walk into my bedroom for a T-shirt. When I walk back in I hear her phone go off.

‘*So what if it hurts me? So what if I break down?’ *

These are the words that erupted from her phone. I notice Carl looking over it to see who it is, and then I see Megan standing at the door. "I like that song," she says with a small smile then her eyes widen.

"Is that you singing, Megan?" Carl asks her, but she ignores him. She looks utterly annoyed as she answers her phone.

"I'm going to kill you," she says on the phone. I look at Carl and Scott, and they both smirk. "I am going to ram my phone down your neck when I see you,"

"Like it, why would I like it? Melanie, you know I hate it when people hear me sing, so I'm sure you know I hate it when people record me," she states, and she looks so angry it looks like she is about to throw her phone against the wall.

Carl leans towards me, ‘She’s hot, angry,” he whispers. I close my eyes in exasperation.

"Urm, I'm err. What? Why did he ring you? I'm sure he still has my number seen as he doesn't stop phoning me," she states, as she paces across the room while on the phone to her. It is like she’s forgotten anyone is in the room with her. "I don't even know why I'm here either. I just woke up in a bed and found out it is my teachers, so you really don't want to know what ran through my head when I noticed three other men...yes, little old me is going to sleep with two six-foot-something men and a guy that's about a foot shorter than me yeah Melanie," she snaps. "Well, you annoy me with your little dirty mind sometimes, and that's dirty with two Rs," she says, still pacing the room. "No, he did phone me...he's at work...well, I don't know. I looked out the window, and it seems the middle of the city, so I guess," she pauses and looks up at the ceiling, "I could meet you instead as I still need to go shopping...yes, makeup...no...I'm not lying" she starts pacing again "hmmm no...He's an emo if that helps." I now know they’re talking about me. She stops again and scratches her back, which means she has to lift her jumper, revealing scratches going down her back. "Yeah...whoa, what the hell is that," she says, taking the phone from her ear and staring across the room into Carl's. She turns to look at me.

Then suddenly, my dog- Max, comes running out of the room and sniffs her. "Melanie, I have to go. I'm getting sniffed; call me back in ten minutes," She then puts the phone down and looks at him. "Aww, he's so cute," she says, kneeling to his level and petting him.

"Max," I call. He looks at me "kitchen," I order. He runs to the kitchen, and I follow. "He needs feeding," I state and walk into the Kitchen to feed him.

**Megan**

I watch Logan walk into the kitchen with the dog called Max without a word. It seems he is in a mood. I hated making people go in moods especially people who are generally calm.

"Megan, was that you singing?" I hear Carl ask. I blush slightly and look down at my feet. "You're good," he states. I walk around the couch and sit down.

"I'm not," I say quietly. "People have told me I'm not good. It's only ever been Melanie that says I'm good,"

"Well, Melanie is right. You have an amazing voice," he says, looking at me. I blush slightly and look at him. "You're really different when you're drunk," he states. I give him a questionable look. "For one, you're quieter and shy," he says, looking at me with a small smile.

"Every girl seems different to you when you haven't got your tongue down their throat and your hand up their skirt," Scott says, still watching TV.

"You make me sound like a womaniser," he states.

"You are," Scott says. I chuckle slightly and look at Scott. "Megan," he says. I give him a small smile. "I don't think your dad was there last night."

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"Well, why would a 40-something-year-old man be in a night club that is for 20-plus-year-olds," he pauses and looks at me, "Plus, why would he be out drinking at a club when he's working today? I mean I've drunk when I've got work the next morning but I've drank at home. Also, how would he know what club you are at when you've told him you were at your friends. The idea of you being at a club would have never come into his head," he states.

"So what are you saying?"

"I'm saying. Your friend really wanted to go home last night and tried dragging you out of the club about three times. So by that I am guessing she thought that the only way to get you out of the club and be able to go home is to lie to you and say she has seen your dad," he states. I frown slightly. "I'm just guessing, though."

"No, that makes sense," I say. I hear my phone go off; again, it is me singing. I groan and answer the phone. "Hi, Melanie," I say.

"Oh, what have I done? You sound pissed off?" she says,

"Last night, you lied to me," I state. She stays quiet. "So you aren't denying it?" I ask.

"Well, I wanted to get home, and you wouldn't attach your tongue from that creepy guy's throat," she says. I look at Carl to see him mouth to Scott; 'Am I creepy?' Scott just chuckles and looks back at the TV.

"But why say that to me?" I ask. I feel like crying that she decided to scare me like that. I cover my eyes with my other hand and look down.

"I really don't see why you're getting annoyed over this," she states with a small sigh. "You're acting like I sold your soul to the devil without telling you," she says.

"Well..." she cut me off.

"Well, what? I've told you what to do if he's doing what he's doing, but you keep saying no, as he'll get taken away. Obviously, he'll get taken away, but at least you'd be safe unless he's not even doing what you're saying he's doing," she says. "And if you are lying, Megan, then you are disgraceful when there are people who are going through what you are saying you're going through, and you're mocking them," she snarls. A tear runs down my cheek, and I slowly stand up and put the phone down on her.

"I need to go," I say, walking off into the bedroom I had slept in and getting my stuff. I pick up the bag of clothes they bought me-I had put my outfit from last night in. I walk back out to see Mr Peters standing, looking at them and them in mid-sentence. "I need to go," I say to him. He gives me a questionable look. "I'll see you on Monday, sir, and I'll give you the money for these clothes," I walk out of the apartment. "Thanks for not leaving me last night," I say once I reach the door and walk out.

I run to the lift and repeatedly press the button, and unfortunately, the apartment is on the top floor.

"Megan," I hear the English accent call. I ignore it and carry on, pressing the button.

"Come on, hurry up," I say to the lift, and then it comes. The doors open and I walk in, pressing the G button for the ground floor, and turn to see him running over to me. I wipe my tears and press the button to close the doors. "Come on," I snap at the doors.