The Roommate Chapter 9

Chapter 9

"Yeah wow." I say turning away so I wasn't facing him. He grabbed my hand and turned me toward him. Without thinking he brought me into a hug.

I sigh. This is what I needed. A hug. I hold him tighter.

"Oh wait we're not friends." He says pushing me back lightening up the mood like he used to do when I was upset.

"Shut up." I say playfully through tears as I pull him closer. He hugs me even harder and rubs my back soothingly. It feels so good.

"I'm so sorry..." He brings my face into his hands. "about everything."

"So am I. I don't know what I was thinking. I need you in my life. These past years have been so hard, you don't even know." I say burying my head in the crook of his neck.

"Lorelei" He rumbles from his chest. "What are you going to do about your dad?"

I take a deep breath. I was waiting for him to answer that. "Nothing." I say simply.

"Nothing?" Logan asks surprised.

"Well what do you expect me to do, Logan. He's not my dad anymore."

"But he is your biological father, no matter if he remembers that or not."

"Look I've had many years to think about this. I know now it is best if I leave him alone. I don't want to burden him."

"Burden him with your existence? He deserves to know he has children." He persists angrily grabbing my arms

"Look my brother and I both agreed that we wouldn't contact him. Granted it's easier for him since he's studying in England. Plus he won't recognize me. I can't do that. It was easy for me to believe he was somewhere out there slowly remembering who I am, if I talk to him and he doesn't remember me....I just can't." I step out of his hold on me. I didn't want to remember this. I've never been this open with anyone since the accident. It's so uncomfortable, so vulnerable, so naked.

"Lori." He brushes his hand against my cheek but flinch back.

"You should probably go. It's getting late." I say not looking him in the eye.

"I'm not leaving you again." He says persistently.

"Logan I'm fine." I fake a smile. "I've dealt with this many years. There's nothing to worry about."

"I don't believe you." He says strongly.

"Well, what can I do to make you believe me?" I ask getting impatient.

"Come with me." He grabs my hand and rushes me out of my room grabbing my purse on the way out.

I'm too tired to argue and if this is what it takes to let this topic alone then I'm fine with it.

He hails down a cab and hands the driver the address. I sit back and notice that Logan is still holding my hand. I stare down at it. We fit perfectly together. I never thought about how much I missed him until now. But that was the old me. The new me likes Ian. I tell myself.

I look outside and my stomach drops. Things start to get more familiar by every block and before I know it were right outside my house.

"Don't worry." He says. "Were not going to your house, were going to mine." He instructs once he sees my worried face.

He tugs me out of the car and we walk across the street. I look back at my house but convince myself to turn away.

"Logan, what about your parents?" I ask holding him back.

"They're gone for a couple of days. It's fine. Come on. If you get through this then I'll leave you be about your dad."

I sigh and follow him. We go inside his house. It's decorated the same but there are more pictures and they repainted a bit. He goes up the stairs and I follow him. He heads straight for his room.

I gulp. Ready for the memories to come flooding back.

Once he opens the door he lets me by first. I scan his room while he waits by the doorway. It's a different color, and it smells different.

Don't ask me how I know that, I just do. I see a picture of him at the senior prom with his date and more pictures of his family that I quickly glance over.

All of them are burned into my mind I don't need to know what they look like. What I'm searching for are any girlfriends. There is a picture of him and a girl on a boat. But I recognize the girl. Cindy. He would never date Cindy. I don't think he has ever had a girlfriend.

I spot his bed which looks so inviting. Maybe it's the fact that I'm so exhausted, or that it reminds me of the many sleepovers we would have as kids. Either way I want it. I sit and feel at home. Everything is in the same place as before. When I look through his window I can see my old bedroom. I look back at him who is smiling at me.

"What?" I ask.

He saunters over. "You're not bursting into tears. That's a good sign."

"What do you mean?"

He sits down. "You can live in the past, and be okay." He says sincerely looking up at me.

"You know me too well. Now stop being so sentimental and tell me about your life." I joke but can't help but realize what he's saying is true.

We begin to tell each other about high school and how sucky it was and our past relationships. I told him about nick and apparently he did date Cindy....barf. We talked for hours and somehow I fell asleep. I could, though, feel a pair of soft lips brush my forehead and a sweet, sweet voice, whisper me goodnight.
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