Unexpected (Logan/Veronica) PG13/R
Title: Unexpected (3/?)
Author: Bex81385
Pairing: Logan/Veronica, LOVE
Word Count: Somewhere around 5574
Rating: PG13/R
Summary: An unexpected event shakes Veronica to the core and threatens to bring Logan and Veronica back together.
Spoilers: Everything up to Ruskie Business
Warnings: Character death
Disclaimer: I am in no way associated with the owner, creators or producers of Veronica Mars. No copyright infringement is intended.
AN: This is a story that I have previously posted under the same title. However, it has been gutted and completely reworked. Enjoy.
Chapter Three
Veronica was pretty sure that finding your father slain in his office was not one of those milestones teenagers were supposed to have face. A broken heart or a big dance, sure, but not a dead parent. Then again she was sure seeing your best friend lying dead by the side of the pool wasn’t one either. Someone up there must really hate me, she thought miserably. She sighed soundlessly as she looked around the room Cliff said she could “take as her own”. Veronica had wanted to roll her eyes desperately. No offense to Cliff or anything, but there was no way this room could ever be her’s, not when her father wasn’t in the room across the hall. She flopped down on the bed and groaned when she saw the “Home Is Where The Heart Is” pillow. Really hate me.
Cliff hadn’t made an attempt to say anything to her once he’d shown her to her room, but Wallace persisted. He followed her into the room and watched as she immediately fell onto the bed. She looked up and over in his direction and sighed. She knew he was waiting for the perfect moment to jump into BFF mode, and she appreciated it. She really did, but she didn’t want it yet. She wasn’t ready to hear his sympathetic tones and words. She wasn’t prepared to deal with his accusatory ones when it came to Logan either. All she wanted was to go home and curl up on the couch with her dad while they watched stupid movies they both claimed to hate but secretly loved. Feeling the bile rise in her throat she rushed to the bathroom to empty her stomach. Once she was finished, she promptly locked the door behind her. She wanted to be alone.
She turned the faucet on to drown out the silence in the small bathroom, and tried to force herself to think of anything but her father. Finally she came up with Logan.
She honestly had no clue why she’d spoken to him and no one else. Maybe it was because he was there when she found her father’s... body. Maybe it was because she knew he’d just gone through the same thing, except he hadn’t found his mother. In fact no one had, her body was lost to the Coronado River.
She’d heard Cliff tell Wallace that Logan had been with her, and she wished he wouldn’t have. She was awaiting his questions axiously. She knew they were coming. They had to be, because as far as Wallace knew she and Logan still hated each other.
So, she knew the questions would come. Not that she would answer them so it didn’t really matter. Telling him why she was with Logan meant telling him about what happened with Duncan, and she knew better than that. Wallace obviously hadn’t heard about the incident in the hallway or he would have said something to her by then and telling him that Logan had to step in before Duncan broke her arm wasn’t on her list of things she wanted to do. She didn’t want to deal with that today, not after she’d found her father dead.
She heard Wallace leave the guest room and head into the kitchen. She immediately turned the water off in the sink and darted out the bathroom and back into the room. She hastily locked the door behind her, not wanting Wallace or Cliff to follow her back in. She sighed in relief and lied back on the bed breathing deeply. She kept hearing Lamb’s insensitive voice asking insensitive questions, but mostly him asking “Was he working on anything dangerous?”.
She hated him even more for the use of past tense, but she knew the question was necessary and there wasn’t really another way of asking. She racked her brain, but she honestly couldn’t think of anything he’d been working on, especially anything dangerous. She wanted to cry again when it finally hit her. The only violent case they were working on was Lilly’s.
She felt stupid. Of course it was Lilly’s case. Of course her and Keith’s inability to let Lilly’s murder go would get him killed. She didn’t have time to make it to the bathroom before she vomited again.
xxxxxx
Apparently Logan had not only upset Trina the night before at the Sunset Regent, but she had been extremely embarrassed when they had evicted her from the penthouse for using her stepmother’s credit card. At least that was the impression Trina had left with Aaron, earning Logan yet another beating. He’d taken it the way he always did, silently and not fighting back.
Logan had learned early on that fighting back only made it worse, but still, this time felt different. It was the first time Aaron had touched him since his mother died, and Logan’s back ached from the pent up aggression his father was finally able to let out. Years of abuse had left many scars on his body but he knew this time the scars would be far worse.
Once Aaron was gone Logan slowly moved into his own bedroom, knowing too many sudden movements would only aggravate his fresh wounds. He was barely alone for a minute before one of the maids entered his room. Logan turned quickly wincing in pain, but let out a sigh of relief when he noticed it was just Ms. Navarro.
It hadn’t taken long for Leticia Navarro to realize that Aaron Echolls spent his free time assaulting his son. She wanted to go straight to the police the moment she found out. She knew Keith would believe her, but she also knew that it would be pointless. Aaron had more than enough money and more than enough power, she knew he’d get away with it. Instead she’d taken to caring for the poor boy afterwards. He’d been hesitant to let her, even when she tried to make it clear that she wouldn’t tell anyone, but after a particularly brutal beating one night he’d came around to the idea. She assumed he was simply worried about the open wounds getting infected.
Logan watched as she walked into his bathroom getting all of the antiseptics and bandages ready and sat on his bed waiting for her. He could tell she was worried about him, but that she knew there was really nothing she could do about it. He smiled slightly at her as she handed him some aspirin and a glass of water. “Thanks.” he said softly
She nodded and moved behind him to begin cleaning his back. She was itching to ask him what happened but decided not to. “Did you hear about Keith Mars?” she asked. Usually she wasn’t one to gossip and she knew he knew that, but she was near tears looking at his back and needed to distract herself. Plus, she knew that Veronica had been showing up around here more and more often, so she felt safe in the assumption that her and Logan were trying to patch things up.
Logan nodded and hissed as the antiseptic hit his wounds. “Yeah, I was with Veronica before...”
Leticia sighed sadly. “That poor child. First Ms. Kane, then her father. She deserves so much better than this.” she said gently before adding, “You both do.”
Logan shrugged painfully. “I’ll be fine.”
“I’m sure you will be.” she said even though they both knew she didn’t mean it. She finished cleaning the rest of his injured back in silence only speaking again once she’d finished applying the bandages. “How’s she doing?”
Logan shrugged again. “She’s not talking, or at least she wasn’t when I left her.”
Leticia nodded. “She’ll talk again when she’s ready. She’s in shock. It’s pretty common.”
Logan nodded. “Yeah.” he said for lack of anything better to say.
“And you never know, she might already be talking.” she added hopefully
“Well, I left her with Weevil, so you’d have to ask him.”
She smiled slightly at the mention of her grandson and noted the slightly bitter tone in Logan’s voice. She could tell he wanted to be with her instead of here nursing his back. A clock somewhere in the house chimed and she looked down at her watch. “I have to get back to work, are you sure you’re ok?”
Logan nodded. “I’m fine. I’m just going to lie down.”
She smiled and left the room hurriedly.
Logan watched her go and grabbed at a shirt to pull on. He barely had the shirt pulled over his head when he heard Trina’s ridiculously expensive shoes click into his room. He groaned loudly. There was no way he was ready to put up with her. “What do you want?” he snapped angrily.
Trina rolled her eyes at his annoyance. “Keith Mars was murdered.” she stated
Logan pulled the shirt down the rest of the way fighting the desire to gasp in pain. He glared at her before realizing he didn’t even want to look at her. She was the reason he was in so much pain. Every single breath he took hurt at this point and it was all her fault. Not only that, but she’d single handedly fueled his hope that his mother was still alive. “I hardly doubt they’re going to make a movie out of Keith Mars’ murder Trina. And even if they did, you’re not cute enough or bright enough to play Ronnie anyway.” he snapped icily before pushing her out of the room and slamming his door in her face.
He walked over to his bed and laid on his stomach before sighed loudly. Will this day ever end?, he asked himself before letting his memory replay the events. He’d never anticipated that the first day after he discovered his mother’s death, would be spent taking care of Veronica during her father’s. He wouldn’t deny he was worried about her, and had been since the moment he saw Duncan’s hand wrapped tightly around her delicate and petite arm. Still, he knew as far as Duncan was concerned Veronica could take care of herself. He knew she’d move on from Duncan’s assault perfectly fine, but losing her father, that was something Logan knew Veronica wouldn't ever bounce back from.
He’d always known that Keith meant everything to Veronica. She’d given up everything to stand by his side after Lilly’s murder and Logan knew she’d do it all over again if she had to. Keith Mars had been the rock holding Veronica together. He always had been.
He’d spent years resenting their relationship, wishing he could have something like what the two of them had with anyone, let alone his parents. Keith was by far a better man than Aaron could ever aspire to be. Keith Mars would never lay a hand on his child, no matter what happened or how angry he was. Logan had spent most of his life wishing someone loved him the way Veronica and Keith loved each other.
Still, Veronica was a fighter, that much was for sure. She was by far the strongest person he'd ever met. She never let anyone tell her what to do and never let anyone or anything hold her back. It was one of the things Logan had always admired about her. She was passionate, and she fought until the very end. Now that Keith was gone, he was terrified she’d let the fire in her burn out, and after a year of watching Veronica turn into who she was now, he couldn't imagine her any other way. He didn't want to.
A loud knock pulled him from his thoughts of Veronica and he groaned annoyed. If Trina is standing on the other side of that door, I am going to scream he thought angrily. He slowly got off the bed and walked over to the door. He opened it with flourish, ready to yell at whoever had interrupted his thoughts but then gaped in surprise when he saw Duncan and Meg standing on the other side.
The rush of anger that coursed through his veins at the sight of Duncan shocked him. He knew he was angry with him, he just didn’t realize how angry until that very moment. One look at Duncan’s perfectly calm face, not one hint of remorse for his actions that afternoon, and Logan found his hands clenching into tight fists, his nails digging into his palms painfully. He looked at Duncan, while trying to calm his breathing, and waited for him to say something, anything. When he didn’t, Logan turned his attention to Meg.
He could count on one hand the number of times he'd had this much interaction with Meg Manning and it was clear she was uncomfortable being there. Still, the look in her eyes was filled with sorrow and pain, and he instantly reminded himself that Meg had done nothing wrong. She didn't deserve the wrath he wanted to express in her boyfriend's direction, so Logan took a deep breath and moved aside.
Meg watched as Logan moved from in front of the door and over to his bed. She supposed it was the closest to a “welcome” they were going to get. She looked over at Duncan, who was still completely silent, and wondered why he wasn't entering the room. Deciding she was tired of standing there and looking like an idiot she pushed past him and headed straight for the chair at Logan's desk.
Duncan watched Meg place herself at Logan's desk and turn her attention back to him. He wasn't sure why they were here, or what Meg thought Logan could tell them about Veronica,or even why Meg had thought Logan would care. He supposed Meg's train of thought made sense, considering they knew from the radio that Logan had been with her when she found Keith, but that didn't mean that he'd stuck around, and it certainly didn't mean that Veronica had used his shoulder to cry on. Sighing, he finally entered the room. He caught another glance at Meg's sad face before he turned and shut the door behind him.
Logan watched as Duncan simply moved to stand over with Meg, and fought the urge to throw him out. Duncan’s nonchalance irritated him, and he didn’t understand how Duncan could look so calm after the incident in the hallway. It irritated him even more that Meg hadn’t kicked Duncan’s ass to the curb for the way he treated Veronica, especially since her and Veronica had been working so hard at being friends again.
The room was filled with awkward silence and it was starting to creep Meg out. She wasn’t sure what was going on between Logan and Duncan, but whatever it was must have been big. In all the years she'd known Logan, she'd never seen him so quiet and it was really starting to worry her.
When the news of Keith’s death had come across the radio waves she'd wanted to call Veronica instantly but thought better of it. She knew Veronica well enough to know that a phone call wouldn't help her deal with anything. Then, the reporter went on to say that Logan and Veronica had found the body.
The thought of Veronica having to be the one to find him made her stomach turn. The very idea that the one person who was with her when she did was the first person who'd wanted to crucify the entire Mars family after Lilly's murder had been too much to take and she'd had to ask Duncan to pull over. The car had barely been in park before she was emptying her stomach on the side of the road. Duncan had simply sat in the driver’s side, his demeanor eerily calm, and Meg suspected he was reliving finding Lilly.
“What are you guys doing here?” Logan finally asked. He could tell the silence was starting to bother Meg, and if he was honest the silence was driving him insane as well. “Not that I mind, but if we’re all going to sit in silence I’m pretty sure we can all do that alone in our own houses.” he added, his voice filled with annoyance.
Meg looked over at Duncan, who still didn’t look like he was going to say a word, and finally spoke. “You were there when she found him?” she asked. She knew the news reporter had said it, but they got things wrong all the time.
Logan nodded morosely. He could tell by the tone of her voice that she was hoping he'd negate the statement, but he couldn't, and he knew she knew that. “Yeah.”
“Is she ok?” Duncan said suddenly, his voice cracking slightly from prolonged disuse.
Logan shifted his attention to Duncan quickly. Suddenly Duncan’s calm facade melted away and all that was written where his blank expression had just been was worry and anguish. Logan had never been so confused in his life. He couldn’t figure out how Duncan managed to look so concerned for Veronica’s well being, when just hours ago he was trying to break her arm. “Are you sure you’re really in the position to ask me about Veronica?” he snapped before he could stop himself
“What is that supposed to mean?” Duncan snapped bitterly
Logan looked at him in disbelief. “I’m sorry, do you not remember assaulting her in the hallway this afternoon?”
“What are you talking about? I would never hurt Veronica.”
Logan gaped at him. He couldn’t believe that Duncan had the nerve to sit there and pretend like this afternoon hadn’t happened. “I had to pry your hand off her. You almost snapped her arm like a twig, Duncan! How can you sit here and pretend like you didn’t?”
“I.. I didn’t... I didn’t touch her...” Duncan tried. His heart was racing and he was racking him brain trying to remember what Logan was talking about. He looked over in Meg's direction hoping for some backup but the look on her face told him he was on his own.
“Duncan...” Meg interjected softly. Once she had his attention she continued. “The whole school was talking about it. I just figured they were exaggerating.”
“They weren’t.” Logan barked
Duncan shook his head vehemently. “No...”
“A lot of people saw. The three of you weren’t exactly discrete.” Meg reasoned
Duncan sighed sadly. The simple fact that he couldn’t remember what they were talking about was enough to tell him he’d had another one of his episodes. The thought that he’d actually physically hurt Veronica made his stomach turn violently. “I.. I don’t know... She’s ok though, right?” he finished lamely trying to ignore the disappointment and disgust written plainly across his best friends face.
“You mean her arm?” Logan asked
Duncan nodded. He didn’t trust his voice to say anything.
“Her arm is fine. Bruised, but that’s it.” Logan replied bitingly
“I didn’t mean to hurt her.” Duncan admitted
“You’re just lucky Veronica’s more forgiving than...” he trailed off before. He didn't have to finish the sentence out loud. He knew they knew he was implying he wasn't as forgiving as Veronica. “She’s ready to write the entire thing off like it didn’t happen at all. Maybe later when things calm down the two of you can have a fake amnesia party or something...” He said sarcastically, his nails beginning to embed in his hands again.
Meg was tired of listening to them argue. She regretted asking Duncan to bring her here already. Still, she needed to know how Veronica was. “So... Veronica... how is she?” she asked hoping to gain Logan’s focus. “I heard on the radio that she found him in the office, with a knife in his back.” She shuttered as she remembered thinking that the radio's description of the crime had been far too graphic to be broadcast the way it was.
The color drained from his face, and disgust at himself crept in. He couldn't believe that he was sitting here arguing with Duncan about the hallway, while allowing himself to forget about Veronica's dad. “Yeah, it was pretty gruesome. I imagine it’s going to take a while for her to get that visual out of her mind.” Logan admitted honestly. He was actually worried about that. When his mom died, he never saw her afterwards. He could still picture her dressed up, ready for a party or something. Veronica, however, didn’t have that courtesy. Her last impression of her father was face down in a pool of blood, something he knew, would haunt her in her dreams for here on out.
“She must be devastated.” Meg said sadly as her stomach flipped once more
Logan nodded. “She’s not talking. At all.” he said. There was no reason for them to know that she was, in fact, talking to only him. “Not even to that Wallace kid she hangs with.”
Meg looked over at Duncan waiting for him to say something, but he didn't appear like he was going to. “She’s not alone now is she?”
Logan shook his head. “No, when I left she was with Cliff McCormack. I guess he’s some friend of Keith’s.”
“Yeah, he’s a lawyer, or something. Veronica and Keith work with him from time to time.” Meg said informatively
“Between him and Weevil I’m pretty sure she got away from the office before it became a three ring circus.” Logan admitted. Despite his affection for Weevil’s grandmother, Logan had never really warmed up to Weevil. Still, if Weevil’s actions for the last few months proved anything, it was that Weevil cared about Veronica and would protect her with his life. Logan had felt fine leaving her with him.
“You left her with Weevil?” Duncan snapped suddenly joining the conversation
Logan nodded.
“Why would you leave him with her? He practically lives in a jail cell.”
Logan rolled his eyes. “Veronica trusts him.”
“Please...” Duncan said rolling his eyes in disbelief “Veronica doesn't trust anyone.”
“Well who's fault is that!?” Meg snapped indignantly while looking back and forth between the two of them. She felt bad when Logan's gaze immediately fell to the ground in shame. She let out a sigh and turned to look at him apologetically. “I'm sorry.” she said gently before looking over at Duncan. “She trusts Weevil, and he trusts her. He’d never let anything happen to her.” Meg said defending Logan’s decision
“What were you doing with Veronica anyway?” Duncan demanded
Logan shook his head angrily. “I was trying to calm her down after you nearly broke her arm.” he yelled
“You two have been spending a lot of time together lately.” Duncan pointed out
“What's your point?” Logan snapped furiously.
The room once again fell into an uncomfortable silence, and Meg knew they should go. Logan was obviously still far too upset with Duncan for them to be in the same room, and she could tell he was still really worried about Veronica. Being with Veronica when she found her father had obviously done a number on him, and she understood that Logan probably needed to be alone. She was about to say they should leave when Logan’s ringing cell phone cut her off.
Logan pulled his phone out of his pocket and looked curiously at the caller-id. The number shown wasn’t one he recognized, and he contemplated not answering it. Then he realized that if he didn’t, he’d have to go back to the dead silence that had fallen over his room. Making a choice he flipped it open and pressed it up to his ear. “Hello?”
When no one answered him he sighed annoyed. “Hello?” he tried again, thinking the caller might have not heard him the first time.
This time he was rewarded with an answer. “Hi.”
Her voice caused nervous waves to ripple throughout him. He realized suddenly that he'd been hoping it was her; that the only person he really wanted to talk to wasn't his best friend, but her. Logan looked down at the floor, wishing once more that he was still alone in his room, lying on his stomach. “I should have known it was you.” he said gently. He was answered with silence and had to bite back a slight laugh. “You know... you called me...” he said in as much of a joking tone he could muster up.
Veronica sighed. “I know. I just... I don’t... I... are you alone?” she finally asked
Logan looked up from the floor and at Duncan and Meg. “No. But I can be.” he said honestly.
“Who's with you?” she asked curiously
“Duncan and Meg. Why?”
Veronica shook her head. “Nothing, nevermind...” she said quickly
“What is it?” he asked. He knew she probably just wanted to talk, and he could do that for her, no problem.
“You're busy.”
“No, I'm really not.” he reassured
“You have people over.” she pointed out
“And...”
“It's just...I hate to ask you...”
“Ask me.” He interrupted. “What do you need?”
She caved. “Can you... I need to... can you just come get me please?” she asked pleadingly
He thought of the lashes and deep wounds on his back that were still excruciating, and nearly said no, but he’d known from the moment she called that no matter what she asked, he was going to say yes. If Duncan and Meg hadn’t been there, he’d already be out the door. Plus there was no way he could say no to her when she pleaded with him the way she had. He quickly stood up, ignoring the curious looks from Meg and Duncan, and grabbed his keys. “Sure, where are you?”
“Cliff’s.” She said relieved. “But I’ll meet you somewhere else.”
“Why?” Logan asked confused. “I can come there... it’s no problem.”
“For you maybe, but I have to sneak out. Wallace is watching me like a hawk.”
Logan laughed a little. Leave it to Veronica Mars not to worry about what she needed and be more concerned with hurting her friend's feelings. “Ok, where?”
Veronica paused for a long moment, thinking.
“You still there?” Logan asked
Veronica nodded. “Yeah, um... how about the library? You do know where the library is don’t you?”
“Big brick building, filled with books and old librarians?”
“That’s the place.”
“Yeah, sure. I’m not a complete moron.”
“Says you.” she said slipping into a comfortable banter with him. She shook her head, immediately feeling guilty for it.
Logan smiled at her half hearted attempt at a quip. “When do you want me to...”
“Ten minutes? Is that ok?”
Logan nodded. “Yeah, I can do that.”
She took a deep breath. “Thank you.”
Logan smiled again. “You’re welcome. I’ll see you in ten minutes.”
“Logan!” she called out before he could hang up
“Yeah?”
“Please don’t tell anyone you’re coming to get me. I don’t... I don’t feel like being around a lot of people. Come alone.”
Logan understood. When his mom died he hadn’t wanted a to be around people either. “Ok, ten minutes.” he said before hanging up. He looked back at Duncan and Meg, and knew they knew he’d been talking to Veronica. “Sorry to cut this fun-fest short but I have to go.”
“I thought you said she wasn’t talking?” Duncan said, his tone accusatory.
Logan shrugged and headed towards the door. Meg followed him but Duncan remained perfectly still in the middle of the room. “I never said it was Veronica on the phone.” Logan pointed out
“Fine, then who was it?”
“Not that it matters or is any of your business, but would you believe me if I said Trina?”
Duncan looked up and saw Trina pass the open door. “No. Not really.”
Logan sighed. His patience was wearing thin. All he wanted was to get out of this house. “Duncan...”
“Why would you lie? She’s obviously talking to you.”
Meg sighed. She could tell Logan was getting more frustrated the longer Duncan stood in his room, stopping him from leaving. “Duncan, it doesn’t matter. Logan's right. It’s none of our business. Let’s just go.”
Duncan rolled his eyes and stormed past the pair, pushing Logan backwards at the same time. Logan fought back a groan as his back collided with the door jam. He ignored a look on Meg’s face that suggested she might have known exactly what he was hiding beneath his shirt. “Thanks.” he told her, “for stepping in there.”
Meg shook her head. “No problem. Tell her if she needs me I’m here.”
Logan nodded. “I will.”
She moved past him and into the hallway. She waited for him to shut his door and then they both moved to go downstairs. They were almost to the bottom of the staircase when she reached out and grabbed Logan’s arm. “I don’t know what’s going on with you two, I mean, like Duncan said you’ve been spending a lot of time together, but I just need to know that you’re going to protect her.”
“Protect her?” Logan asked confused
“From the rest of the 09'ers. They don’t exactly let personal tragedy stop them from acting like jerks.”
“Meg...”
“I know you lost your mother, and now she’s lost her father. It makes sense that the two of you would want to help each other work through it. I can understand the need for the two of you to be close right now. The rest of the 09'ers... they won’t... and you know it.” she said worriedly. She knew how awful things could get for her friend and she just needed some reassurance that Logan wasn't going to get bored in a few days and throw her back out to the lions.
“I think you might be reading to much into this whole thing Meg. This is just a cease fire. I’m sure in a few weeks we’re be back to making each other’s lives hell. She was there for me, I’m just returning the favor. This doesn’t change anything.” he said defensively, while trying desperately to ignore the fact that he knew he didn’t mean any of it. What was worse was that he could tell she didn’t believe him either.
“Logan... just promise me you won’t let them hurt her.”
Logan held up his hands in surrender. “No one is going to hurt a hair on her head. I swear.”
“I just...”
“Meg.” Logan snapped. “I won't let anyone hurt her. OK. If anyone wants to hurt her, they'll have to go through me, and I'm not going anywhere.” he reassured
Meg smiled and nodded. She turned away and headed towards the front door. She knew Duncan was probably sulking in the car waiting for her. “You should go, she’s waiting on you.” she called out to him.
“Do me a favor.” Logan requested
Meg turned around and looked at him curiously. She didn't think that Logan had ever asked her for a favor. “What?”
“Distract Duncan for a few days. He’ll want to talk to her about the almost breaking her arm, and that’s the last thing she needs right now.”
She heard Duncan honk the horn and rolled her eyes. She would do what Logan asked but she still needed to know what exactly had happened in that hallway. Obviously Duncan wasn't going to be forthcoming, and she couldn't ask Veronica. “I can do that if you explain the hallway scene for me, please.”
Logan sighed. “I’m not sure what happened. All I know is what Veronica told me and what I saw. She said they were arguing over me showing up at the dance last night drunk and half naked. He apparently thought that one conversation with Veronica in a hotel lobby was going to make me get over my mom killing herself.” he said pausing when he heard her scoff. “She stormed away from him and I walked up when he grabbed her arm. She kept trying to pull away and his grip just kept getting tighter. I had to literally pry his fingers from around her. She was whimpering, and I’ve never seen Veronica whimper. Ever...” he said slowly. He felt an involuntary shutter run through him as he remembered the scared look in her eyes.
“Ok, so...” she started but was cut off by Duncan honking the horn again. “Never mind. We’ll talk later.” she said before rushing out to meet Duncan.
Logan sighed and looked down at his watch. He was supposed to meet Veronica in less than five minutes. “Shit.” he said to no one but himself before leaving the house.