I'd be lying if I said the last six weeks have been without their bumpy spots. I mean, Logan staying with us without all the wedding chaos and moving to the new place would have been weird enough for him, but that definitely added to everything. Mostly because I was a total basket case. I'm not even sure if he has any idea how many times my dad ( Read more... )

I didn't sleep. Well, at least, not well. Every time I twisted in discontent sleep, the bandage would pull harder at my skin and there would be a dull ache that was quickly turning into a sharp pain as the medication wore off. There were times throughout the night that I was waking myself up with each uncomfortable movement ( Read more... )

( Daddy-Daughter time )

Six days since Liam Fitzpatrick decided to let himself in the back door of our perfect little apartment and shatter our happy little lives. I know, that entire sentence is full of glaring cliché-like statements, but I don't really know how else to put it... for all intents and purposes, that's what he did.Six days since my dad came to the rescue ( Read more... )

I can't say waking up in a hospital, with an IV feeding you wonder drugs that are some weak attempt to sedate you from wondering what the hell has happened or why your entire body just aches, is the best way in the world to come to some sort of consciousness. Personally, waking up next to Veronica would have been first choice, but this is the sort ( Read more... )

Nothing feels real right now. It's like I'm trapped in this horrible nightmare that I can't get out of. What else could you possibly call the psycho mobster that wanted to use my face as his own personal canvas, and threatened to do to me what his goons did to my car tracking us all the way here and shooting Logan (and if not for my dad, me too)? I ( Read more... )

It's become a habit I never thought I'd get accustomed to, to wake up beside someone everyday and to look forward to that. I actually look forward to the day beginning instead of the day ending so I can close my eyes and fall asleep and everything can just continue being shitty without me actually being conscious of that fact ( Read more... )

After running around and getting everything we needed for tonight and putting it all away in the appropriate spots, short of the DVDs, which I left on the counter, I told Logan I was going to call my dad and disappeared into the bedroom. It wasn't like I was hiding what we were going to talk about from Logan. He pretty much knew anyway. How things ( Read more... )

It's the fifth night a row this week that I haven't been able to sleep. Not sleep in so many ways that I wonder if there really is something wrong with me. Of course there is, I just can't exactly vocalize it. We've been here for a total of three weeks, maybe more, and five days ago I started to have dreams - nightmares (memories?) - that just make ( Read more... )

"Right, I don't have to prove anything to you? This is why we went from being almost happy all things considered to barreling full speed into an argument? I'm so sure." I rolled my eyes, getting up as he pulled his arm from around me. Getting dressed seemed like a plan. Not being in the same bed with him seemed like the better one right now. I was ( Read more... )