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Chapter Twenty-Five
Logan
Anger was the only emotion I was capable of since the party. The person that shared her diary hadn’t broken her. No, it’s clear who their true target is. Me. Sure, some had a laugh at her expense, but on the whole, it made people turn on my group and me. Jumping into my truck, I make my way to Taylah’s.
This bitch has some explaining to do, and I fucking want answers. I’m just getting started on my plans for my tiny dancer, so if Taylah thinks I’m going to let her get away with a stunt like this, then she has another thing coming.
I pound my fists on her door. “Open the fucking door, Taylah.”
“Oh, Logan,” batting her snake-like eyes at me as she opens the door. “I was just thinking about you, and now you’re here. My parents aren’t going to be home tonight, either.”
She sidles up to me, wrapping her arms around my neck. The move makes my skin crawl, but I can’t give away the real reason I’m here. It’s time to put on my game face.
“How ‘bout we take this up to your room, babe.”
Giggling, she turns and starts to guide us through the house. I know what I’m about to do is wrong, but I don’t care. This stupid bitch put my tiny dancer in danger, and now she needs to fess up.
“I feel like playing a bit tonight,” I whisper into the crook of her neck as I come up behind her. “What do you say, Tay? You feel up to a bit of kink?”
Her fake porn like groan does anything but put me into the mood. It angers me more as I picture the creeper leering at Phe. This chick is so easy—it’s no wonder the rest of the football team has her on rotation.
Leading her to the bed, I push her down, reaching into her bedside drawer and pulling out a set of fluffy pink cuffs. Threading the cuffs through the headboard, I lean down, grasping her hands and securing them above her head.
“You’re too easy, Taylah. You really think that you are special to me, don’t you?” Laughing, I walk around the bed and grab a pair of scissors and her desk chair.
“L … L … Logan, what do you mean? We are perfect together, and you know it.”
“Did you think you’d get away with it? Did you really think I wouldn’t work it out?”
“What are you talking about? Get away with what?”
“Who was it? Who did you give my house key to? And Taylah, I would really reconsider lying to me right now.” Staring her down, I start twirling the scissors around.
She starts pulling on the cuffs trying in vain to get out of them. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. Let me out; I don’t want to play this game.”
“Yeah … NO. I don’t think so. Your bullshit act isn’t working on me, not this time. Let me catch you up, okay?” If I want her to start talking, then I’m gonna have to ramp this shit up. I lean over her and grab a chunk of her hair. Bringing it to the scissors, I hack at it, holding it up for her to see how serious I am. “I asked you to swap out the key for Phoenix’s room with the new one. YOU went and made a copy and gave it to someone.”
Grasping another chunk of her hair, I slowly raise the scissors again.
“STOP … STOP … STOP!” She’s screaming as tears roll down her makeup caked face. See, that’s the difference between this bitch and my tiny dancer—she is all fucking fake. “I don’t know who has the key. I made a copy, but never had the chance to use it. My keys were stolen, and when I got them back, that key was missing. I swear, Logan, that’s what happened. It’s not my fault. Whatever happened, I didn’t do it.”
“Are you for FUCKING real, Taylah? Do you expect me to believe that shit? I got into a fight tonight for something that isn’t even my fault. Then I find out that there is some creeper fucking stalking Phoenix. This is ALL your fault, you stupid bitch.”
Fuck this, if she isn’t going to be honest with me, then she can bear the consequences. Icing her out won’t work but attacking her beauty will. I start hacking at her hair. “I don’t believe a fucking word that comes out of your mouth. We are done, bitch. You go near Phoenix again, and you will be wishing you were dead.”
I leave her there on the bed, but as I turn to go, she pleads, “Logan … LOGAN. Let me go, please. Let me out of these cuffs. You can’t just leave me here.”
Taking out my phone, I text Caden to come and let her out. I need to go. If I stay, I’m going to end up doing something I may regret. As I’m about to pocket my phone, it vibrates, looking at it, I see Stryker has messaged me, asking to meet him at the diner. Well, this is going to get interesting.
I order a drink at the diner while I’m waiting for Stryker to turn up. He’s been distant since the party, and I’m sure it has a lot to do with his theory about Phoenix. He’s wrong, though. He has to be. My aunt and uncle wouldn’t lie to me, and I know Kyle wasn’t capable of what Stryker’s implying. I need to make sure he’s still on board with the plan, and I also need to make sure I don’t lose my best friend.
“Logan,” Stryker nods at me as he joins me in my booth. “We need to talk about things.”
His tone lacks the normal, easy nature I’d grown so used to over the years—now a sharp animosity in its place. He’s not happy with me, that’s clear. He’s seen the camera footage with his own eyes, he knows it wasn’t me behind the diary fiasco, but still, he blames me for all of it.
“What’s up, man?” deciding to get this over with. I have some other things I need to do.
“I’m out,” he looks me dead in the eyes. “You’re on your own from this point on. I won’t be helping you anymore. In fact, I think you should stop. Logan, you have to admit the stalker thing has put her in serious danger, and I really think you should tell her.”
