WTUD Chapter 8 Part E
He heard the door click shut and bolted out of his seat. “Where have you been?”
“Nowhere,” she said icily as she brushed past him, up the stairs to her room.
However, he wouldn’t be blown off. He followed her, slamming the door as he entered her room uninvited.
“What the hell, Logan?” she asked as she threw her sweater onto her bed. “Get out!”
“No,” stated flatly. “Not until you tell me what you were doing at that prison and why you were crying.”
She stiffened. “It’s none of your business.” Her voice was calm and even, but her eyes bore into him coldly.
He spoke without thinking, as he always did. “You know, you’ve turned into a huge bitch every since Shelley’s party last year.” As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he wished he could take them back. He saw her eyes go wide, her fists clenched at her sides.
“Get out.”
“No,” he said defiantly. “What’s going on with you?”
She began shoving Logan toward her door, trying to get him out of her room as quickly as possible. “I said ‘get out’.”
He spun out of her grasp and fixed her with a deadly serious gaze. “I know.”
She folded her arms across her chest, the picture of nonchalance. “Know what? That you don’t know the meaning of privacy? I could have told you that.”
His voice softened. “I know what happened at Shelley’s party.”
“A lot of things happened at Shelley’s party. You were there. Wild night, huh?” Her frosty glare never wavered.
“I know what happened to you at Shelley’s party.” He took a step toward her, his eyes appraising her carefully.
She took a step back, keeping the distance between them. “Oh? And what is it that you know happened to me?” she asked flippantly.
He stepped closer to her, faster, so that she couldn’t dodge him. “Veronica, I know you were raped. Who was it?” he asked incessantly.
She sucked in a breath and swallowed thickly. “Get. Out.”
“Just tell me. We’ll go to the police,” he pleaded.
She pulled herself from his grasp and pointed at the door. “Get out now, Logan.”
“No. Tell me what the in hell happened!”
“I minded my own business. You should take a cue and mind your own.” She shook her head disgustedly at him and grabbed her bag from her bed and stormed out of the room.
He heard her car door slam, drawing his attention to the window. He gingerly walked across the room and pulled back the curtains. Veronica sat slumped in her car, her face stoic, most likely working to control the tears that threatened to spill over her cheeks.
Involuntarily his hand went to his pocket and pulled out his cell phone. He dialed the number quickly and it rang. Once. Twice.
Click.
He chose to forgo any salutation, heading straight to the heart of the matter. “When I was ten, my dad broke my nose for spilling a milkshake in the car.” He held his breath as he waited for her to respond, but there was only silence on the other end. He continued to watch her, sitting in the driveway.
After what seemed like eternity, he saw her door open and she climbed out of the car, the phone pressed to her ear. She glanced up and saw Logan watching her from the window. He heard her end the call and his eyes followed her as she walked back into the house.
He exhaled.