Chapter 32
THIRTY-TWO
SAVANNAH
Safe.
Logan is safe. He won’t hurt me.
He won’t corner me, and he won’t beat me.
Safe.
Logan is safe.
His arm loosens from my shoulder, and I grab onto his shirt, not wanting him to let go and lose the feeling of security, even though my body screams in pain.
“You gotta let me go, Sav. I need to get you in the car, then I’ll take you back to my place, okay? We’ll go straight to my room, and I won’t make you see anyone you don’t want to.”
A whimper sounds from somewhere, maybe me. His arm loosens again, but I don’t fight it.
He’s taking me to the cottage, where I’ll be safe.
He helps me into a car, leaving me for a moment before sliding into the driver’s seat.
A seatbelt comes around me, securing me in place before the engine starts.
It’s warm, it’s safe. I close my eyes and let the sounds of the car comfort me.
I’m not there anymore, in the alley, in the cold, in the silence.
I’m safe.
I open them as the engine turns off, then fresh air hits me, and I’m in Logan’s arms again. He’s carrying me, he won’t let anything happen to me.
I want Harley, but I also don’t.
I always want him, but we’re not what we once were, and I can’t deal with him hating me right now.
Though really, it’s not like he would help me anyway. He wanted to back… there because he felt bad for me, but in reality, he doesn’t care about me. Why would he, after everything I’ve done? I deserve his hate.
Maybe what happened was just karma coming back around to bite me.
No, even karma isn’t that cruel.
There’s only one person who is… my father.
He’s why this happened to me. He’s why I did the things I’ve done, and he’s the reason Harley hates me.
Not that Harley knows the truth, he thinks I did it because I wanted to.
I hear voices, shushed and confused, and I guess it’s Noah and Gracie, since they weren’t in the alley with the others.
I expect us to head to wherever they’re sitting and explain what’s going on and where the others are, but we don’t stop to talk, we keep going until Logan is lying me down on a bed.
“I need to look at your wounds, okay, Sav? You might not know this, but I’m trained for this shit. I won’t hurt you; I only want to help you.”
Another whimper, and this time I know it’s from me. I nod once, giving him permission to touch me. He’s clinical, not looking at me the way he did. The man I—
A sob falls past my lips, and I press them together to try and stop it.
I killed him.
He’s dead, and it was by my hands.
He deserved it.
He deserved worse.
I know I deserve a world of pain for what I’ve done, but I don’t think I deserved what he did to me.
I’m groggy as Logan gets to work cleaning and bandaging the cuts. I try to stay awake, not wanting to dream of tonight, but it’s useless to fight it. I can feel myself being pulled under and into a nightmare. I can’t go back there. I can’t go back to being alone. I can’t—
“Sleep, Sav. I’ll keep watch over you.”