Chapter 152
**Logan**
“Are you sure she’ll be happy to see us? She’s been off with us for a while now,” Yasmin states.
“She’s not being off with you, she’s just not in a great headspace and I think having you all stay the weekend might boost her mood a little.
“Capturing her dad might boost her mood more,” Melanie mutters. I frown had Megan not told them what she’d recently found out. I say nothing and pull into the drive.
I sigh and look at all three of them sat in the back.
“She’s been having nightmares again, she has a session in an hour and usually she comes back in a bit of a better mood, so fingers crossed she’ll be more sociable,”
They nod in response and we all get out of the car. We walk into the house to see Lorraine sat at the stairs. She gets up and she has that worried look she gets. She chews her bottom lip and often rubs her hands together when she’s really worried.
“What’s wrong?” I ask putting my hands on her arms to comfort her.
“Megan, she’s been in the gym all day, I’ve tried to get her to come out to rest but she won’t, every time I walk in she’s doing something different. She’s not eaten a thing the whole day,”
“Where’s Brett?” I ask as I start to walk towards the gym.
“He went out about two hours after you left, she’s been in there since,”
“She’s been in the gym for seven hours?” I ask, shocked.
I walk into the gym to see her on the treadmill. She’s wearing her usual shorts and sports bra but I notice the bandages around her hands. Walking up to her I stand at the side of her to see she’s been running for the last hour and she’s only doing around 6mph at the moment. Her whole body is dripping in sweat, and the bandages around her hands are covered in blood.
“Hey,” I say to her, she looks at me and gives me a small smile. I sigh and take the emergency stop off making the treadmill come to a stop. She looks at me and frowns. “How long have you been here?” I ask.
“About an hour,” she says as she picks up her towel and dabs the sweat from her face and neck.
“Funny I was told you’ve been in here for the best part of seven hours,” I state. I watch her as she stumbles a little but she catches herself. I follow her and she moves to the cross-trainer. “Megan, don’t you think you’ve been here long enough?” the fact she’s still standing amazes me. She sways on her feet a little and I catch her.
I look towards the door ready to call for help when I see David.
“I’ve got an ice bath ready for her,” he states. I nod and stand up and hold her to me. Her whole body is drenched in sweat, she’s tried to work out until she can't anymore.
“I’m not done,” she mutters to me as she tries to push me away from her.
“You are,”
I follow David to the pool room to see he’d filled one of the large steel bathtubs we had purchased or more so he had purchased with my money for this specific reason. He loves to torture me and this is going to probably hurt me more than it’s going to hurt her.
“Please tell me you’ve made her take an ice bath before?”
“Yes once, she got out after 15 seconds, she called me the anti-christ and then didn’t talk to me for the rest of the night and then in our next session she nearly kicked my arse,”
“Great,” I say.
I look down at her and her eyes are closed, “Does she need one though?” I ask. He nods and points to the bath. I sigh and slowly lower her into the tub. As soon as her feet are submerged she’s wide awake and fighting me.
“Megan you need this,”
“No, Logan please,” she begs. I hold her into the bathtub. She let out a hissed scream.
“10 minutes that’s all you need to stay in here for,” I say holding her in. The water is damn cold and I can’t help but blame her for this. This is her fault for being so damn stubborn. If she doesn’t have this bath her muscles will freeze up in the morning and she’ll be in too much pain to even move. “Please. Just 10 minutes, I promise,” I say looking at her. She closes her eyes and nods and tries her best to relax. I slowly let go of her arms and relax.
“Why do this to yourself?” I ask.
“I...j..just thought...th...that...god this is cold,” she stutters out.
“You thought what?” I ask, trying to distract her from how cold it is.
“If I tire...my...myself out then I’d..b...be able to...s...sleep,”
“I get that,” I say, moving the strands of hair that had fallen out of her bun from her face.
“I didn’t want to self-harm...s...so I thought this would be better,” she confesses.
“Ok,” is all I say, and kiss the top of her head.
“The nightmares are s...so bad,” she cries.
I sigh and slowly move to hold her hand. I know that’s partly my fault, I decided not to sleep with her since Brett caught us, I’m not fully sure why. I’m not scared of him, I think it’s just more out of respect for him. He’s her biological father, he’s the person in her family circle I need to like me.
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**Megan**
Logan holds me in his arms as we lay on the sofa watching an old movie. Carl had pulled a mattress down from a guest bedroom and loads of blankets and pillows, turning the whole living room into a bedroom. David is sat with Lorraine on the other couch and Brett is sat in the chair. The girls are laid on the mattresses with each other. Max is laid with Logan and me.
Moving my hand down Logan’s chest, I snuggle into him a little more to get warm. After that ice-bath, I could only get a lukewarm shower and I’ve had to rely on his body heat since. Not that I’m complaining. He cancelled my appointment with my therapist, mostly because we wouldn’t make it in time. I agreed to go to my session on Monday.
“You ok?” he whispers. I nod and feel myself start to get sleepy as I warm up. “Have some pizza before you fall asleep,” he suggests.
“I’m full,” I mutter, which isn’t a lie, I'd eaten half a pizza when it arrived.
“Ok,” he whispers in my ear and kisses my shoulder.
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