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“He did,” I tell him. “When did you get arrested?”
“I didn’t. Not really. The police showed up when we were fighting, and when they asked Logan if he wanted to press charges, he said no. The fucker knew why I was there and didn’t want me telling them why I hit him,” he growls, looking pissed.
“I can’t believe all of this is happening. I’m going to have to face him every day until he leaves. I know, I just know, even without talking to the police, that he’s going to get away with this. I had a shower before I went to the hospital, washing all the evidence away.” I sniffle and feel myself begin to harden, wanting revenge.
“You’re not going to be alone. One way or another, he’s going to pay for what he’s done.”
“What do you mean?” I ask, wide-eyed, hoping he’s not talking about killing him.
“What you said to his parents, it held merit. I think we should get proof that he’s a crook; find out what else he’s been up to.”
“His parents will just pay them off,” I reveal. The truth is, I was full of it when I spouted all that off. I knew when I said it that it would never work, though his parents didn’t need to know that.
“No…”
“What are you crazy kiddies talking about this late?” CJ asks, walking into the hallway with a Pot Noodle in hand.
“About the stuff Willow said to the dick’s parents,” Cole answers.
CJ rolls his eyes, grunting. “Jesus, I thought his mum was going to ask for a red carpet to be put down and demand some tea in perfect china.”
I chuckle. It’s small, but it’s there. “They are a little snobbish.”
“A little? Did you see the dad? A pipe sticking out from his mouth and a moustache, and the fucker could be called Hitler.”
Cole gives him a dry look, while I struggle to hold in my laughter. It feels good. Natural. Something I didn’t think I’d do again.
“Anyway, I think Low was on to something earlier,” Cole finishes.
“Yes, I was pondering that as my noodles were boiling,” CJ says, speaking all posh and proper. “It sounds like a solid plan. It’s something we should plan further. He’s going to be keeping his head down so we need to be careful we don’t tip him off.”
I pinch the bridge of my nose, feeling a headache coming along. “You can’t seriously be considering this?”
“Yeah,” Cole answers, and I roll my eyes. I guess the one-word wonder has gone back to his old ways.
“It’s brilliant if you really think about it,” CJ comments, and I give him a questioning look. “This way, everyone will get justice and there’s no way his parents can buy everyone off. If there’s enough solid evidence to give to the police, he’ll be going down for a long time.”
He makes a good point. I do want Logan to go to prison. I want to know everyone he’s ever hurt will get justice too. The more I think about it, the more I know it’s something I have to do. Not just for me, but for Allie and anyone else he’s hurt. But more than anything, I need to do it so I can rest easy knowing he’s not out there hurting more people, and that he’s paying for his crimes. I also want him to admit it, admit what he did to me and what he planned to do to Allie.
“I’m in,” I affirm, straightening my spine, and dare them to argue with me. CJ grins at me in approval, but Cole’s jaw hardens. He doesn’t seem pleased that his plan backfired, and I’ll be joining them.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Monday rolls around far too quickly. Mum went back home with Sam early this morning and has promised to return soon.
I’m actually sad to see her go. I’ve gotten used to having her back, and the thought of her not being there when I wake up from a nightmare is concerning me more than I’d like to admit. Each night, a nightmare will plague my dreams, not with visions but with memories of pain, of heavy breathing, and I shoot awake with an unknown heaviness on my chest.
“Are you sure you’re up for today?” Allie asks, glancing over at me. I know I look pale. I noticed it when I looked in the mirror earlier.
No! No, I’m not sure. But I don’t voice that. “Yes. I’ll be fine. I don’t want to lose my place because of slacking off,” I explain. Really, I just need to get out of here. It’s my way of pretending things are okay and that nothing happened. Something tells me that if I lock myself away and hide fromhim,then he will have won. I’ll also never be able to move forward.
I think if I remembered the incident, then it would be another story, but because I can’t, I’m finding it hard for it all to sink in.
“Your mum said she spoke to the university and they said that they understand if you need some time off,” she reminds me.
Allie and Mum have both been really protective and attentive of me all weekend and have more than once tried to talk me out of going back to university and to stay home for a few weeks instead. The conversation I had with Cole and CJ is what finalised my decision to go back to classes. I haven’t spoken to them since last night, but the conversation we had out in the hallway has been running through my head. I’ve silently been making plans of ways to take down Logan, with whatever means necessary.
“I know. I just think I need to get it out the way. Like ripping off a plaster; it’s better to get it over and done with. If I don’t go back now, I never will,” I tell her, as tears brim my eyes.
