Chapter 59

**Logan**

She looks down and takes a deep breath "I...I pushed him away from me and I tried to get away from him but he kept pulling me back. I knew what he was intending to do as soon as he got into my bed. It scared the hell out of me. I told him to get off me but he wouldn't. I tried everything I could to get him off me" Megan explains. She squeezes her eyes shut as more tears fall down. "I begged him not to after he bit me but he wouldn't listen, he kept kissing me and biting me and I..." she moves her hands up to her head and cries into her hands.

I find situations where people I care about are crying awkward so all that my mind and body will let me do is hug her so I do. She moves away from me, obviously a little scared, I back up a little and look at her. She sighs and moves her hands from her face and her expression turns cold.

"I gave up after he had bitten me, making me stop fighting him. I thought ‘there is no point, he is going to force me at some point." I frown and continue to listen "I remember my phone going off which made me sort of come back to reality and actually try and get him off me. And well he was been stupid on his part as he was on top of me wrong, thankfully. So I kneed him in the groin and ran out of my room" she says with a small sigh.

I raise my eyebrows slightly. "I stupidly went the wrong way" she says and lets out a small chuckle. There is no happiness in the chuckle there’s no emotion in the laugh at all "you'd think I'd know the way around my own house after living in it for 15 years" she says "but no I stupidly went the wrong way, on the night I have some animal in my room trying to take the only thing I have left," she says. I rub my forehead and look at her. The stream of tears don't seem to stop and seeing her like this, I actually feel like crying for her. I can't remember the last time I cried.

"It just shows how stupid I am," she mutters and then quickly raises her voice. “But I ran past my own bedroom and as I ran past he grabbed me by my wrist and slammed me into the wall and I fell to the floor. He picked me up and carried me to the guest room. I could feel myself losing consciousness as I hit the wall pretty hard. I had busted my lip or nose I wasn't sure but my whole body collided with the wall. He wasn't exactly gentle when he dropped me on the bed either but what do you expect from a mental psycho" she states. "I was begging myself to pass out. I didn't want to remember this or for it to even happen and for it all to be a terrible nightmare. I finally did pass out and well it wasn't a dream as I found out when I woke up the next morning" her gaze moves from where she had been staring, to me.

"They say your first time is supposed to be special," she mutters. I move my hand to hers and hold it tightly "and that you'll always remember it."

"Megan," I say, tilting her head up to face me "I'm not going to say you won't forget what happened," I say taking my hand from her chin "but you'll replace those memories with someone that will love you."

"I won't," she says looking down "I won't have time to," I frown at that. Does she think he is going to kill her? I sit up and move her closer to me. "He'll make sure that I'll never be with anyone else. Look what happened with you. He'll kill me if I let another guy touch me, he'll kill me now if he knew I'm with you right now."

"What happened when you left me?" I ask.

"He took his anger out on me," she pauses "he hit and raped me for a few hours before he..." she trails off and I see the terror in her eyes

"He what?" I ask.

"He locked me in the cupboard under our stairs and tied me up," my eyes widen as she says this. "He only opened the cupboard when he wanted me and wanted to play one of his games," she cries.

"Games?" I ask.

She nods "He calls everything he does to me Games. Like he whips me with his belt five times if I scream or make any sort of noise he adds on two and it will only ever be my go if it gets down to 0, and so far I have another several. I don't keep count anymore, all I know is I'm in the double digits," she pauses and looks down "he didn't feed me while I was in there and he came home early from work every day he was in and Sunday he urm..." she pauses and I can tell she is getting more upset "Sunday he brought someone to see me" my eyes widened slightly "two people actually.”

"Wh...Why would he do that?" I ask shocked and angry at the same time. Her father is pschotic.

"He wanted to see if I performed better with a different man because I never do what he tells me to do when he wants to have his fun," she states. "He says I'm starting to bore him as I don't exactly..." she turns to look at me and tilts her head at me "communicate with him" she finishes. I clench my fists as I watch her slowly get up off my knee and walk to where her bag is. "Maybe I should go to class n-" I cut in.

"Take off your makeup," I ordered. She turns to look at me "I want to see," I state more calmly.

She sighs and reaches down for her bag. She sits back on the chair next to me and starts to root through her bag. After pulling out face wipes and her makeup she slowly starts to take her makeup off with the face wipes. While doing this she doesn't face me once. "I really don't think I should be doing this," she mutters.

"Why?"

"Because I'm scared you'll get angry," she states and slowly takes her hand away from her face "It's not as bad as it looks. Ok." She says. I sigh as this means it is as bad as it looks.

"Turn round," I say softly. She shakes her head "I won't be angry...at you," I say.

"You should be," she pauses. "It's my own fault anyway I'm the one that disobeyed him. I told him I'd stay away from you and I lied to him," she mumbles. "If I had just done what he said I'd be ok right now."

"Will you stop blaming yourself?" I snap, "It is not your fault that he's evil."

"Yes it is" she snaps now turning to face me "it is my fault my mom died and if she hadn't died he'd be ok now, he wouldn't be in the condition he is in, and I'd be ok," she angrily retorts. My eyes widen at seeing her face.

I get up off my chair and kneel in front of her holding her head in my hands. It takes a lot of makeup to cover bruises as bad as this.

"How can you say it's not as bad as it looks?" I ask stroking across the bruise on her cheek bone. She turns her head away from me.

"Like I said, it's my own fault," she mutters. I frown "He even says it is, if I'm good he doesn't do it," she states "As long as I do what he says, no fighting back no talking back to him then I am fine. It's because I'm a bitch."

"No...no you are not and I can't believe you are blaming yourself or even listening to what he is saying to you. You know that what he is doing is wrong" I say. She looks down at her lap fiddling with the wipes.

"It's not wrong...when someone is naughty they should be punished. That is what is happening with me and he just likes to play games that is all."

"Megan," I groan "you're not listening to me, he is telling you lies. Yes someone who is naughty should be punished but not like this,"

"How then?" she asks, looking me in the eyes.

"By talking or an alternative like grounding or something they own taken from them, like a phone, or laptop, or game something they use all the time," I pause. "I haven't got children, but if I did, then I would never raise my hand to them. Never!" I exclaim.

"Well you're wrong a parent should..."

"No, a parent shouldn't, no one should ever do that to a child or to anyone."

"You hit my dad," she states.

"That's different,"

"How?" she asks

"Because your dad deserved it, he deserves torturing because what he has done is wrong." I state. She laughs coldly at me.

"You have just contradicted yourself," she states "you just said because he has done wrong, he should be punished the way I have been punished, yet you say how I've been punished is wrong."

"It is" I sigh "why are you sticking up for him?"

"Because he is ill," she states.

"Yeah, and if he cares about you then he would get help and he hasn't. Jonathon knows that he should get help and if he isn't getting it, then he is letting Benjamin do this to you" I pause "so Jonathon is just as bad as Benjamin."

"No...no he isn't" she cries while shaking her head.

"He is Megan. As a father he should do his best to protect you and if getting help means he is protecting you then he should get help. He hasn't, so he is letting Benjamin do this to you," I explain "Jonathon doesn't care enough about you to protect you. He's the same as him, Megan."

"No" she cries "You...you're wrong," she sobs. I sigh and hug her "You're wrong" Megan repeats. I hold her closer to me, shushing her.