Chapter 23

**Logan**

"Do you intend to stay out here all night?" I hear my Uncle Eric ask. I turn to look at him and shake my head. "What's bothering you?" he asks.

I clear my throat and take the spliff from my mouth. "Nothing, why?"

"Well, you're getting high as a kite, and you only do that when you have something on your mind," he explains.

"Well, first off, I think you're wrong about Megan's Dad," I state, "and second, I know I'm right," I say, "not that I want to be," I say quickly. "I wish I weren't, but I know I am,"

"Whatever," he says and leans back against the door. "Just go with your gut...that's all I'm saying," he says, lighting up a cigarette.

"Aunt Lynne is going to kill you if she finds out you're smoking again and probably blame me," he chuckles and takes a long drag of the cigarette.

"So when are you and Carl moving?" he asks.

"In about a month," I say, "we're just..." I trail off as I see an ambulance turn up the street. My eyes widen when it stops outside Megan's house and her dad opens the door.

The paramedics race out of the van and run towards her house.

I push myself off the wall and drop the spliff to run to her as fast as I can. It is Stephanie all over again. "Logan!" I hear my uncle shout, but I ignore him. I just want to know if she is ok.

The paramedics come out holding a stretcher and Megan is on it. She looks so lifeless her top is torn, and blood, scratches and bites are all over her. I clench my fists. I'm going to kill him. I don't care if he didn't do this to her. He is her father and is supposed to stop her from getting hurt. He walks behind the paramedics and climbs into the ambulance with her. The last thing I see of her is her body shaking violently, and the paramedics shove needles in her hand.

I move out of the way of the ambulance and then run over to my car. "Logan," Eric calls, coming after me. "What are you doing?" he asks, holding me away from my car.

"Move," I say coldly.

"No, you can't drive like this," he explains.

I glare at him "fucking move before I make you," I growl. His eyes widen slightly as I rarely swear. I clench my fists again, and my muscles tense up. "Move," I repeat.

"Logan," I hear my aunt say worryingly.

"Let me drive you," Eric says, still looking at me. I growl and nod in defeat. I run round to the passenger seat and get in.

He gets in the driver's seat, and I throw him the car keys. My fists stay clenched the whole drive to the hospital.

"Logan," he says, stopping me from going into the hospital. "You need to calm down," he says in his calm voice, "or you aren't going to get to see her, and they will kick you out," I nod, “Do it then," he says. I know what he is implying. I have taken many anger management classes, and I have to take a deep breath to calm down. That doesn’t work; all it does is stall and give the person I'm going to kill a head start in running from me.

**FF few Hours

**No one's Point of View**

Jonathon paces up and down the hospital corridor, the look of worry on his face that most parents have when their child is in hospital. But what Jonathon is mostly worrying about is if it was him who had put his daughter in the hospital, not what his mind is telling him. His mind is telling him he didn't do this,*’ She went to a party that he said she could go to, and she was attacked. She even told you, so why are you blaming yourself?’* He knows why he is blaming himself; he is blaming himself because he didn't have the guts to go to the doctor's appointment that he organised. He is too chicken shit to go; his ego and pride means more to him than his daughter's safety. To him, this is his fault, no matter what way he looks at it.

Logan, however, is at the other end of the corridor and not at his wish. His uncle made him stay where he is for one simple reason: he is scared Logan would murder Megan's dad.

"Why don't you go see her, and I'll tell you when Megan comes out," His uncle suggests.

"No...I'm here for Megan, not her," Logan snaps. "And anyway, I saw her yesterday," he states.

"Just go see her, calm yourself down a little, and when Megan comes out of surgery, I'll come and get you," he says. Logan lets out a defeated sigh and walks off to another ward. Eric also lets out a sigh but a sigh of relief and walks over to Jonathon.

Jonathon clenches his fists again, walks over to the double doors the surgeons had wheeled his daughter through, then walks back to his seat and sits down.

"Here," he hears someone say. He looks up to see one of his neighbours holding a coffee to him.

"Thanks," he says, taking it out of his hands. "How have you been? I haven't spoken to you in a while," he says, looking at the floor.

Eric sits down next to Jonathon and takes a long breath. "Not bad. How about you?" he asks. Jonathon shrugs and doesn't say anything. "I figured you needed company," Eric says, still looking at Jonathon.

"You figured correct," Jonathon states, leaning back in his chair. "How could someone do this to her?" he says, laying a hand across his eyes. "I can't lose her. She's all I've got," he says.

"She'll pull through; it'll be nothing," Eric reassures.

"She has four broken ribs, her nose and collar bone are broken and a punctured lung," he pauses and looks at Eric. "How can that be nothing?" he asks.

"She's a fighter," Eric simply says, "and well, she's managed to live on after her mother died, and I know as well as anyone how close they were," he turns his attention to Jonathon.

"Yeah," Jonathon replies, "and she's put up with me," he says with a slight smirk.

**Logan**

Anger does not describe how I feel right now. All I want to do is make sure Megan is ok and kill that father of hers for doing that to her. No one can say he didn't do that to her, and he did it. Nothing and no one else could have done it.

I walk into the only room in the hospital that I like to see her lying there in the bed, her eyes on the TV like always.

"Hey," I say, walking over to her and taking her hand. Her head moves, and she smiles at me, that loving smile I love with all my heart.

"What are you doing here? I thought you weren't coming till tomorrow?" she asks.