Forever And Always: Chapter Sixteen **FINAL**
Hey guys this is the last chapter! what will happen to Logan, and Melissa? read and find out!!
I hadn’t seen Logan in what felt like forever. I didn’t mind his company, but it was nice to be left alone sometimes. I got out of my last class, and walked right to my locker to quickly get my stuff and leave. I leaned against the side of the school and took out my math homework, I knew I wouldn’t be able to get anything done with Shelly and Cody there running around. A shadow stood over me, blocking the sun. I looked up and only saw a figure, I squinted.
"Hey, there baby" he said in a husky voice
I stood feeling uncomfortable.
"I-I-I have to go" I said packing my books and getting my bags, he put his arm out to stop me.
"Where do you think you’re going baby?" I could smell the alcohol on his breath and was scared, but I didn’t dare show that fear
I looked away. He took my chin is his hand and made me look at him. He came really close to me, and I could feel his hot breath against my skin. He pushed me hard against the brick. I was frozen with fear, I couldn’t move, I couldn’t think. He leaned heavy against my chest and leaned in to kiss me, he kissed me so hard and forcefully that when he leaned back, there was blood on his bottom lip. I struggled to break free.
"Let go of me!" I yelled as he grabbed my wrists and squeezed them against the wall so I couldn’t move them
"She said let go" said a familiar voice
The guy released some of his grip on my wrists, but didn’t let go.
"Who the hell are you?" the man spat
He looked about 19 or 20 years old, he had a beard and brown scruffy hair. He has low pants and a baggy shirt, with a bandanna around his forehead.
"You don’t need to know" he said I could hear the anger in his voice
I felt his hands tighten around my wrists. I twisted them and they burned.
"Let go" I yelled louder than before
"Let her go, and there won’t be any trouble" I realized who it was
I lifted my knee with all my strength and he released his grip.
"Logan" I said as he went to punch the guy who was lying on the floor grabbing where I had kicked him.
"Don’t hurt him!" I yelled and stood in front of Logan so we wouldn’t punch
Logan backed off and I grabbed my wrists, they were bloody and bruised. I didn’t realize how tightly he was holding me. Logan came over to me and held my shaking body.
"Melanie, are you alright?"
"Yeah I’m fine, will you just take me home?" I ask suddenly longing for my mom
"Can we talk?"
"Logan I’m sorry but I don’t feel up to it."
He touched my shoulder and I turned to look at him. I looked at his lips, and back to his eyes. I wanted to kiss him; I wanted him to touch me. I needed to feel needed. I needed to feel loved; the way Jordan made me feel. He leaned in to kiss me, at first I let his lips brush against mine, I thought of Jordan. I took a step into his arms, he dropped his arms to my hips, I thought of Jordan’s gently touch. I couldn’t hurt him like that, I needed to stop this! I pushed out of his arms.
"Is something wrong?" he asks looking at me concerned
"No, I just..." I paused thinking of the right words "I-I can’t do this. I thought I could, I thought I was ready but I can’t!" I started crying
"Melanie, don’t cry." He grabbed to pull me in to a hug
"Don’t!" I yelled and took a step back
"Logan, I can’t do this." I whispered and saw the hurt in his eyes
"You do-"
"I will never love you the way I loved Jordan..." I trailed off "I-I can’t love anyone the way I loved Jordan."
"Melanie." It looked like Logan was going to cry
"Logan" I whispered and took a few steps forward, I touched his cheek
"I thought I could move forward with my life, give love another chance, but I learned that once you know what true love is, you can never go back and love someone the same"
I knew that each word was a bullet in the heart for Logan but I couldn’t stop myself. He needed to know, no. He deserved to know. If I pretended that I loved him, he would never forgive me for pretending, lying to him. Before he could say a thing I kissed him one last time and whispered in his ear
"I love Jordan, I belong to him." I ran home and laid in bed
I closed my eyes and was blinded by light. I felt a cold hand touch my cheek; I didn’t want to open my eyes because I know it’s not what I wanted it to be. I opened them anyway. I took a deep breath.
"Jordan..." I touched his hand
"I missed you" I whispered
"I have missed you too" he said softly
I closed my eyes again, and just felt the warmth of his arms around me again; I missed his touch so much. I knew that when I opened my eye again he would be gone; I would be snapped back to reality. The truth was Jordan was dead, and I had to move on. I opened my eyes and realized I was touching my cheek, there was no Jordan, just pure emptiness. He was replaced with pain.
I walked to the bathroom locked the door, and sat with my head in my hands. I thought about the fun times with Jordan, not the final moments we had. I walked over to the sink and looked in the mirror. I saw a miserable teenage girl, drowned out in her emotions. I couldn’t deal with the pain that was inside me, I wasn’t strong enough. I opened the cabinet and looked for my mom’s sleeping pills; I took five and a glass of water. I starred at them for a while. I took the pills and swallowed them. I felt dizzy, weak, and out of control. I walked back to my room and laid down. This was it. I was going to be with Jordan again. We could be together forever, forever and always. Like we were meant to.
I heard the door burst open and Shelly shaking me, my eyes flickered open and I saw my sister’s careless expression as she told me dinner was ready. The last thing I remember is seeing Jordan’s hand reaching out for me, before I blacked out.
It hurts when two people who love one another have to let each other go, because they will never change. Sometimes we've no choice but to walk away. I guess everyone has a happy ending one way or another.
"Hey, there baby" he said in a husky voice
I stood feeling uncomfortable.
"I-I-I have to go" I said packing my books and getting my bags, he put his arm out to stop me.
"Where do you think you’re going baby?" I could smell the alcohol on his breath and was scared, but I didn’t dare show that fear
I looked away. He took my chin is his hand and made me look at him. He came really close to me, and I could feel his hot breath against my skin. He pushed me hard against the brick. I was frozen with fear, I couldn’t move, I couldn’t think. He leaned heavy against my chest and leaned in to kiss me, he kissed me so hard and forcefully that when he leaned back, there was blood on his bottom lip. I struggled to break free.
"Let go of me!" I yelled as he grabbed my wrists and squeezed them against the wall so I couldn’t move them
"She said let go" said a familiar voice
The guy released some of his grip on my wrists, but didn’t let go.
"Who the hell are you?" the man spat
He looked about 19 or 20 years old, he had a beard and brown scruffy hair. He has low pants and a baggy shirt, with a bandanna around his forehead.
"You don’t need to know" he said I could hear the anger in his voice
I felt his hands tighten around my wrists. I twisted them and they burned.
"Let go" I yelled louder than before
"Let her go, and there won’t be any trouble" I realized who it was
I lifted my knee with all my strength and he released his grip.
"Logan" I said as he went to punch the guy who was lying on the floor grabbing where I had kicked him.
"Don’t hurt him!" I yelled and stood in front of Logan so we wouldn’t punch
Logan backed off and I grabbed my wrists, they were bloody and bruised. I didn’t realize how tightly he was holding me. Logan came over to me and held my shaking body.
"Melanie, are you alright?"
"Yeah I’m fine, will you just take me home?" I ask suddenly longing for my mom
"Can we talk?"
"Logan I’m sorry but I don’t feel up to it."
He touched my shoulder and I turned to look at him. I looked at his lips, and back to his eyes. I wanted to kiss him; I wanted him to touch me. I needed to feel needed. I needed to feel loved; the way Jordan made me feel. He leaned in to kiss me, at first I let his lips brush against mine, I thought of Jordan. I took a step into his arms, he dropped his arms to my hips, I thought of Jordan’s gently touch. I couldn’t hurt him like that, I needed to stop this! I pushed out of his arms.
"Is something wrong?" he asks looking at me concerned
"No, I just..." I paused thinking of the right words "I-I can’t do this. I thought I could, I thought I was ready but I can’t!" I started crying
"Melanie, don’t cry." He grabbed to pull me in to a hug
"Don’t!" I yelled and took a step back
"Logan, I can’t do this." I whispered and saw the hurt in his eyes
"You do-"
"I will never love you the way I loved Jordan..." I trailed off "I-I can’t love anyone the way I loved Jordan."
"Melanie." It looked like Logan was going to cry
"Logan" I whispered and took a few steps forward, I touched his cheek
"I thought I could move forward with my life, give love another chance, but I learned that once you know what true love is, you can never go back and love someone the same"
I knew that each word was a bullet in the heart for Logan but I couldn’t stop myself. He needed to know, no. He deserved to know. If I pretended that I loved him, he would never forgive me for pretending, lying to him. Before he could say a thing I kissed him one last time and whispered in his ear
"I love Jordan, I belong to him." I ran home and laid in bed
I closed my eyes and was blinded by light. I felt a cold hand touch my cheek; I didn’t want to open my eyes because I know it’s not what I wanted it to be. I opened them anyway. I took a deep breath.
"Jordan..." I touched his hand
"I missed you" I whispered
"I have missed you too" he said softly
I closed my eyes again, and just felt the warmth of his arms around me again; I missed his touch so much. I knew that when I opened my eye again he would be gone; I would be snapped back to reality. The truth was Jordan was dead, and I had to move on. I opened my eyes and realized I was touching my cheek, there was no Jordan, just pure emptiness. He was replaced with pain.
I walked to the bathroom locked the door, and sat with my head in my hands. I thought about the fun times with Jordan, not the final moments we had. I walked over to the sink and looked in the mirror. I saw a miserable teenage girl, drowned out in her emotions. I couldn’t deal with the pain that was inside me, I wasn’t strong enough. I opened the cabinet and looked for my mom’s sleeping pills; I took five and a glass of water. I starred at them for a while. I took the pills and swallowed them. I felt dizzy, weak, and out of control. I walked back to my room and laid down. This was it. I was going to be with Jordan again. We could be together forever, forever and always. Like we were meant to.
I heard the door burst open and Shelly shaking me, my eyes flickered open and I saw my sister’s careless expression as she told me dinner was ready. The last thing I remember is seeing Jordan’s hand reaching out for me, before I blacked out.
It hurts when two people who love one another have to let each other go, because they will never change. Sometimes we've no choice but to walk away. I guess everyone has a happy ending one way or another.
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