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Chapter 81
Eli
As soon as the final buzzer sounded, I quickly skated off the ice, threw my skates in my bag, tossed my jersey in the dirty bin, and ran out of the locker room. I didn’t bother to shower or to stay for the post-game meeting. I know something is wrong with Logan, and I have to find out what’s going on. Nothing else matters at this point.
The pit in my stomach is growing the closer I get to her dorm. Usually, a calm takes over me when I know she’s near, but not today. Today I feel anxious, worried, and scared.
I charge through the lobby doors, bypassing the elevator, knowing that the adrenaline coursing through me will take me up the stairs quicker than the elevator ever could. I pull out my keys with shaky fingers, finding Logan’s spare on the ring, ready with it in my hand as I make it to her floor. But as I sprint down her hall towards her room, I notice that her door is already wide open.
“Logan,” I call out when I reach it, turning the corner as I do.
My stomach instantly drops as I take in the sight in front of me. My strong, sweet girl is almost unrecognizable as she sits on the edge of her bed, curled up with her knees to her chest, making herself small.
Her striking green eyes are now dull and vacant as she looks at me with worry. Her golden skin is drained and pale. Her cheeks look a bit hollow, and her nose is pink and raw. She’s not crying right now, but I can tell she has been, maybe even for days at this point.
“Fuck. Logan, are you okay?” I ask with urgency as I bound over to her bed. Kneeling in front of her, I tuck her tangled hair behind her ear to give myself a clearer look at her face.
It’s now become evident why she never answered my video calls this week. She knows that if I would’ve seen her like this, I would’ve jumped on the next flight back here. I should have.
“What’s going on?” My eyes dart between hers, trying to read her as I always can.
But today, I can’t. She’s blank. I don’t know where she is, but she’s not here.
“Who the hell are you?” a male voice behind me asks.
I glance over my shoulder, finding some guy standing in the middle of Logan’s room wearing the stupidest fucking expression on his face. I didn’t notice him when I barged in here, but suddenly his presence is all I can focus on.
“Who the hell am I? Who the fuck are you? And why are you in my girlfriend’s room?” I ask the douchebag who’s wearing fucking boat shoes in the middle of winter, standing behind me.
“Girlfriend?” the prick asks in disbelief.
“Eli, it’s not what it looks like,” Logan says, pulling my attention back to her. Her voice is almost as unrecognizable as her features.
Not what it looks like? It doesn’t look like anything other than some frat boy asking to get his ass kicked for being here right now and causing Logan distress. I know Logan would never cheat on me in the same way that I wouldn’t. That’s not even a concern of mine.
“It doesn’t look like anything.” I furrow my brows and shake my head. “Logan, I would never think that,” I softly add.
“You never told me you had a boyfriend, Logan,” the guy behind me states in a tone that I’m less than thrilled with being directed at my girl. His words cause me to stand up as I quickly do a body comparison, making sure I can take him if and when the time comes.
“Because I haven’t spoken a word to you in three fucking months!” Logan shouts, shocking me with the rage that’s spewing out of her. “I don’t even know why you’re here right now!”
I swallow hard, trying to hold back my anger. “You need to leave,” I plainly tell him, my blood beginning to boil, seeing Logan as upset as she is, seeing the veins in her neck protruding through her hollow skin.
“You know why I’m here, Logan,” the jackass says, ignoring my polite instruction. “I remember what today is.”
What the fuck does that mean?
“What’s today?” I turn back to a small and frail Logan sitting on her bed.
“Zac, get the fuck out!” she yells, motioning towards her door, her pale face turning red with anger.
Zac? This douchebag dressed like he’s getting on a fucking yacht is Zac? Oh, fuck no. That possible ass-kicking? It’s inevitable now.
“Zac?” I ask with wide eyes. “You’re Zac?” I take a step towards him, putting myself between his body and Logan’s.
Again, he ignores me. This guy just keeps making mistakes.
“He doesn’t even know what today is, Logan?” Zac asks her over my shoulder in disbelief. “Come on. Is this a joke, Logan?” His tone is patronizing, trying to manipulate my girlfriend, the way I assume he did plenty of times during their relationship.
