Chapter 115
\*\*Logan\*\*
Carl watches me as I finish off the bottle of vodka in my hand. I had told him over and over to go back as him being here isn’t going to change anything. He knows that I will drink and take what I want until I pass out. A part of me is hoping that when I return tomorrow morning she has gone on the flight home. The other part of me hopes to hell she hasn’t gone, that she is still back at the mansion so that if needed I can save our relationship. I only need to think of a way to get my uncle off my back so that I can redeem my relationship with Megan.
“Logan don’t you think you’ve had enough?” Carl says moving up to me as I order another large bottle from the bartender. We were in one of the many clubs I own.
“No but I do think I need a piss,” I say grabbing the bottle and walk off towards the mens toilets. I step inside and muffled music and voices now fill my ears. My left leg starts to vibrate. I frown and step back a little and reach in my pocket to take out my phone. Carl walks in behind me and takes the bottle out of my hand. I’m not too bothered by that as I am at the number blinking on my phone.
“Hello?” I answer and stagger towards one of the cubicles.
“Hi is this Logan?” as woman asks.
“Yeah, who is this?” I slur.
“Catherine, Megan’s psychologist, I’m sorry to bother you but I’m really worried she will hurt herself or has by now seen as I’ve been trying to get in contact with you for the past 30 minutes,” she explains.
“How do you know?” I ask frowning. Carl stands in front of me as I sit on a toilet with the lid down.
“Who is it?” he mouths and I mouth back who it is. He takes the phone out of my hand and talks to her for me.
Hurt herself, why would Megan do that? Is it because of me, I never meant for her to be hurt or get hurt. This is just all out of control. I hold my head in hands. I can’t believe I’m here when I’ve just hurt her, how selfish can I be. She is the love of my life and I’m acting like she means nothing to me.
“Ok, we’ll ring someone there and get there as soon as we can,” Carl says breaking through my thoughts. “He’s not great, he didn’t want to do what he did it was due to some circumstances, he just can’t tell Megan that,” he says to her and it’s then I know they’re talking about me. “I will let you know what has happened,” he says and puts the phone down. He looks at me and hands the phone to me.
“Ring Yasmin,” he orders “Catherine said after speaking to Megan she isn’t in the best frame of mind,” he explains.
“Ok, lets go back,” I say getting up.
“Don’t worry she’ll be ok,” he answers as I dial the number at the mansion.
\*\*Yasmin\*\*
“Megan,” I call. I had heard her leave her room about half an hour ago. I thought she’d be back upstairs but I haven’t heard her return. I really wish I hadn’t left her. I kept my door open just so I could hear anything that was different. I get no reply from calling her.
I see the pregnant maid we had seen when we come here. She gives me a small smile and walks past me.
“Excuse me,” I say getting her attention she stops and looks at me “Have you seen Megan?” I ask. She frowns at me “The girl Logan goes out with,” I say and the look on her face tells me she knows who I’m on about.
“I saw her go in the far left study about twenty minutes ago,” she informs me.
“Thanks I say and walk down the left corridor to the end. I open the large dark brown door and look inside to see a few lights were on. “Megan,” I say looking around and then see her sat on the black leather couch. Her back is towards me. “C’mon, the party is going to start soon, you don’t want stay in here,” I say walking towards her “just forget about that shit head for…” I freeze as I see her or more accurately when I see blood. “What have you done?” I ask walking towards her. She looks up at me and I see the tear streaked face. She looks back down at her arm as she brings a small knife away from it showing another cut. “Megan,” I say taking the knife out of her hand and press my hands to her arm. “Help,” I call out. I take a deep breath and let go of her hand and run towards the door and scream for help.
The man that follows Logan about is running towards me. He has a phone in his hand. He hands it to me and I frown.
“It’s for you,” he states “what has happened?” he ask as he notices my blood stained hands. I look at the phone and then back at him.
“Megan, she’s hurt herself,” I say.
“Ok, calm down,” he says calmly and walks in the room. He walks towards Megan and lets out a small sigh before taking off his shirt and wrapping it around her arm tightly. He then lays her down and holds her arm up in the air.
“Miss, the phone call,” he says now looking at me. I look down and then nod. I had totally forgotten about the phone.
“Hello?” I ask.
“Yasmin what’s happened?” I hear Carls voice ask.
“Megan she,” I pause and close my eyes as I think about how to word the situation. I take a deep breath to calm my nerves and answer, “Megan has self harmed,” I say and look at her to see a blank stare covering her features. Redness rimming her emerald green eyes that now look glassy due to the tears.
“Fuck,” he says in distress “how bad?” he asks.
“There’s blood everywhere,” I say as I feel myself getting upset.
“We’re on our way home don’t worry,” he says “just stay with her,” he adds. “Can you put David back on please?” he asks. I hold the phone out to David. He holds Megan’s arm to me and I take it.
“Keep it elevated,” he says to me and walks out with the phone. I hold her hand with both of my hands and look down at her.
“Megan,” I say looking down at her. Her eyes close and then open to look at me. She moves her arm out of my hands and sits up
“Carl is on his way home,” I say to her.
“Logan?” she asks,
“I don’t know,” I say. She sighs and stands but staggers back down onto the couch. “Just stay sat,” I say moving a piece of her hair behind her ear. David walks back in and looks at her, he places a glass of water on the side and checks her pupils.
“I’ve called a paramedic so things will be fine,” he says now looking at me. “Don’t worry,” he says with a small smile. “It’s not too deep,” he says and I sigh in relief. I look at Megan to see her looking at my hands that are covered in her blood. She then looks at her wrist and then back at my hands.
“I’m sorry,” she says quietly and then looks down at her lap. “Logan is coming isn’t he?” she asks softly. I nod and I notice her eyes well with tears. “I don’t want to see him,” she says.
“I’ll tell him when he arrives,” I say and lean forward to wipe fresh tears from her cheeks.
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