Chapter 33

**Logan**

I had laid her on the couch when we got in. I put a blanket over her and my bed duvet hoping she would warm up a bit. She hasn’t woken up and we’ve been back for over an hour. I'm debating on undressing her and putting her in something warm but I decide not to. She is my student and I’m not planning on seeing her naked without her permission.

"Maybe we should call Emma," Carl suggested. I look at him then back down at Megan. Emma is one of our female friends "Well she's a girl and I'm sure she's seen a naked girl before," he states.

"And I haven't?" I say looking at him.

"You know what I mean, she isn't going to get turned on is she and well she's a girl."

"So you've said but you're right maybe we would be better phoning her but would she come here?" I ask.

"Urm yeah I'll pick her up" he states.

"Ok then, you go and I'll just make sure she doesn't die," I state

"Like she's going to die," he says, walking over to get his coat. "Worry about her but not me, your own best friend, your brother from another mother," he fake cries "charming Logan just charming," he says and leaves. I shake my head; he is a little loopy sometimes.

Max runs up to her and lays his head on the couch not far from her face and gives me a sad look and whimpers. "I know boy," I say sitting on the coffee table and patting his now dry head. He whimpers again and I sigh and pull the cover more over her. She stirs and her eyes open. She sits up quickly and looks around then pulls the covers up and looks down at herself. I don’t miss the sigh of relief that passes her lips. "Megan," I say, getting her attention. She looks at me and then looks down and starts crying. I get up and sit down next to her and move my arm around her "Come here," and I pull her towards me into a hug.

She puts her head on my chest "I think you should change out of these clothes," I state "Have you got clothes in that bag?" I ask. She nods and wipes her cheeks "I'll go in my room while you get dressed" I say slowly moving her off my lap. She slowly stands up and starts to unbutton her top. "Wait Megan let me at least leave the room," I say getting up, she stops and turns to look at me.

"It's ok" she says "You can stay in here," she says looking down at me "It's your apartment," she mutters. I stand up, "plus I don't want you to leave me," she says quietly.

"Ok," I pause and move around her. "I'll turn around, is that ok?" I say walking towards the kitchen and turning my back on her.

"Ok," she says and I can hear her moving about.

"Wear something to warm you up," I say and start to search my pockets for my phone to text Carl. I find it and text Carl to tell him to come back.

"I'm done," I hear her say after a few minutes. I turn to see she is in a black tracksuit; the tracksuit is similar to the turquoise one Carl had bought her.

I walk over to her and smile "Good that will keep you lovely and warm," I say and pick up her bag "I'll put this out of the way, ok?" she nods and take the towels off the couch. "you can put them in the kitchen, I'll put them in the wash in a minute," I say. She walks off into the kitchen and I place her bag on my bedroom floor. I look down to see she has left a compartment open. I bend down to zip it up when I see what is in it.

Bandage rolls and bandage tape. I open the compartment a little more to see boxes of medication, I look at what they were to see: Codeine, a few other pain killers, vitamins and birth control and the morning after pill.

So he had made her go on birth control so he could carry on hurting her without any accidents. I sigh slightly and put them back in the bag.

"It doesn't hurt to be careful," I hear her say.

I turn and look at her "I'm just-" she cut me off.

"Its fine," she says and walks over to me, to kneel next to me "I'm not used to privacy anyway" she more or less mutters. She reaches in and takes the boxes out "I got the codeine from hospital it's to help with the pain with my ribs," she pauses "can't help but be healthy," she says tapping the vitamin box "I don't eat a lot of fruit," she says and put them all back in the bag and zips it up.

"I'll go make something to eat," I say, getting up and walking out of my bedroom and into the kitchen. I'm so angry; she still feels like she had to make excuses for him, it is obvious he isn't feeding her that is why she is on vitamins not because of the excuse she gave me. Why won't she just tell me? I'd keep her safe; I'd keep her away from him and make sure she wouldn't go through any of that pain again.

My phone vibrates against my leg. I reach into my pocket and pull it out to see a text from Carl 'I'll get us a pizza and fries cba cooking and I bet u can't either' is what it says. I sigh and send ok.

I walk back out into the living room to see her sitting on the couch wrapped up in my duvet. I smile slightly and then sit down next to her. "Carl's getting a pizza so we'll have that instead, ok?" I ask. She nods slightly and stareA downwards.

"I'll be out of your way tomorrow," she says quietly.

"Its fine," I say "you can stay here as long as you want,"

"No, it'll be weird you're my teacher and well I think my dad will let me back home probably tomorrow or the day after," she pauses "but I can stay at Melanie's," she mutters.

"Urm ok," I say looking down a little. I feel her pick up my arm and put it around her shoulders and then snuggle close to me. Her cheek feels cold against my bare chest. There’s silence between us for a while and thankfully it don't feel awkward. The fact she says it would be weird because I'm her teacher hurts me a little because I can't see her as a student, never mind my student.

"Can I ask you to do something for me?" she asks looking up at me and breaking the silence.

"Sure," I say, turning my body to look at her.

"I want you to do something for me but I don't want you to comment or ask questions when I show you ok," she says, I nod and take my arm from around her "you promise me you won't say anything to anyone or ask me questions about it?"

"I promise," I say. She sighs and gets up and walks off into my bedroom. A few seconds later she walks back holding the bandages and tape and antiseptic cloths and wipes. She sits down, not touching the back of the couch.

"Now, you promised," she says, turning to look at me. I nod and watch her. She takes a deep breath and unzips her black hoodie and then starts to take her top off.

"Whoa, Megan" I say, going to stop her. "Urm" I say, turning my head away from her so I won't see her.

"Please turn back around. I need you to see so you can do what I'm about to ask you to do." I hear her say.

"I wonder what's taking Carl so long," I say getting up "it doesn't normally take this long," I say taking my phone out.

"Logan," she says.

I turned as she has never called me by my name, "Megan I don't," I stop when I see her back. She isn't facing me, she has her back towards me and her hair over her shoulder. "Jesus" I say now sitting behind her. She had bandaged herself up by rolling the bandages around her abdomen. There’s blood seeping out of the bandages and yellow stains on them. My breath catches in my throat, it looks so painful how could she still be able to move with this. I clench my fists. How could he do this to his own daughter? Stephanie's parents didn't do stuff like this to her. I haven't taken the bandages off of her yet and I feel like crying for her.

"Could you help me change the bandages?" she asks quietly.

"Err yeah," I say and look around trying to find a part I could tear to unravel her.

"Here," she says, handing me a small bit with a bit of white bandage tape. I take it and slowly unravel her back to reveal indentations in the shape of a buckle and about inch thick blood red stripes. There are about 12 buckle indentations and about 20 odd red strips that are still bleeding. The buckle indentations were bleeding too with clear yellow liquid coating them.

"Megan," I say, she turns her head to look at me "who did this?" I ask.

"You promised you wouldn't ask questions," she states.

"I know but you can't honestly think after seeing this that I won't have questions," I say looking at her back. Her black bra looks like it is causing her more pain.

"It doesn't matter," she says, picking up the medical supplies "I'll do it myself," she says slowly getting up.

"No, I'll do it and I'll shut up. You don't want to tell me that's your choice," I state and take the supplies out of her hands and she sits back down and I start to clean her back.