Chapter 55
**Logan**
Sitting across from Megan at the table I watch her move her food about. She looks at me and gives me a small smile. I had made her spaghetti Bolognese, I hadn’t given her a lot but she had barely touched it. I sigh and get up from my seat, taking my plate with me.
“Can I...” I don’t let her finish
“No,” I say. She remains silent and I place my plate in the sink turning to look at her. She places her fork at the side of her plate and looks down at her food. I sigh and walk towards her and sit next to her. “Is my cooking really that bad?” I ask.
“No,” she said and moved her hands to her lap. “It’s just there’s so much and I don’t like the feeling after,” she says. I frown and rest my head on my hands.
“So my cooking is bad,” I said to myself and pout a little. She looks at me ready to defend herself and then smiles a little at me.
“It’s not honestly, you’re an amazing cook I just, I can’t eat it,” she says.
“Please eat a little you haven’t eaten all day,” I say.
“I was sleeping that’s why and then I had a nightmare and it's just, I don’t know,” she said and looked down at her lap.
“Tell me about it,” I said, taking her hand. She moves her hand from mine and looks at me “I know you don’t like to but I feel useless to you not being able to help you,” she sighs and looks away from me. I sigh and move her food away from her.
“I don’t want to,”
“Megan, stop pushing me out,” I snapped. She looks down and moves her head in her hands.
“I don’t want to talk about it,” she snaps, “stop trying to force me,” she barks and stands.
“Give me strength,” I said and picked up her plate. “Fine,” I said and dropped her food in the bin.
“You’re angry at me,” she says.
“Yeah I am,” I snap, “just go to bed or something,” I said not looking at her. She doesn’t leave. I sigh and turn and walk out of the kitchen.
“I’m sorry,” I hear her say and look behind me to see her following me “please don’t be angry,” she says.
“How do you want me to feel?” I snap now turning to look at her.
“I don’t know, just don’t be angry with me,” she said and started to cry. I sigh and walk towards her and move my arms around her, she flinches from me and I look down. I hated that, I hated the fact that every time I touch her she may flinch from me and I hate her father.
“I’m sorry,” I said quietly and she looked up at me and I came face to face with her bright green eyes. She looks back down and pushes me away, her hands still on my chest, I look down at her hands to see them shaking.
“I have one question,” she said “would you ever force me to have sex with you?” she asks.
“What no?” I said confused “why would you even ask that?”
“The dream I had last night was my dad but the one this afternoon was the same dream but you,” she said and she cried harder “you were...” she trails off and takes her hands off me and moves them to her face. I sigh that was not what I was expecting her to say and now understand why she was off with me.
“Ok,” I said and stepped back “do you want me to leave?”I asked.
“What? No I need you here,”
“So what do you want me to do?” I ask “because I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable around me,” I said and sit on the stairs. She walks over to me and stands in front of me, I look at her and she shrugs a little. “Ok,” I said and move my hands through my hair.
“This is why I didn’t want to tell you,” she says. I look at her “I knew it would upset you or make you angry and I didn’t want that and now you’re going to be awkward around me and...” she set off crying again and I get up and walked towards her and hugged her.
“I’d never do anything like what he did to you and yes I may start being a bit cautious with my actions but you should not be upset by that,” I said and kissed the top of her head.
“You promise?”
“Of course,” I said “I promise I will never hurt you and if I ever do you have my permission to give me a sex change,” I say. She giggles and moves her arms around my waist.
“That’s all I need,” she said and looked up at me. I lean in and kiss her softly, she smiles and hugs me tightly and I wrap my arms around her shoulders.
“Are you ok?” I ask.
“No,”
“Why?”
“I want my perfect boyfriend to kiss me properly,” she said smiling.
“I don’t know about perfect,” I said and kiss her the way she asks me to.
“Good god go to one of your bedrooms will you,” I hear Carl say and I pull back from Megan moving my arms fully around her and look at him to see him walking down the stairs. “I’m off out, don't wait up for me hubby,” he said and leaned in to kiss me. I lean away and Megan laughs and he turns his head and kisses her on the lips then looks at me “you had your chance,” he said to me and pecked her again and then I pushed him down the stairs.
“You’re a shit friend,” I say.
“I’m an even better kisser aren’t I Megan?” he says. I look at Megan and she’s blushing like crazy and then buries her head into my chest.
“I don’t know,” she said but muffled by my chest. He smirks and grabs his jackets and car keys and walks out of the house. Megan pulls away from me and turns and starts to walk into the living room
“Megan,” I said confused.
“He kissed me, I had no part in it,” she said. I laugh and sit on the couch and bring her on top of me.
“That’s good,” I said and held her as tight as I could. I love it when she’s like this, when she seems like she’s not bothered about anything and nothing is worrying her. When she was like this it meant I could be relaxed and be with her the way I wanted. It’s amazing how much she does trust me, I’ve broken my promises before but she still trusts me, still believes in me that I won’t break my promises to her again.
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