Chapter 83

**Megan**

I walk out of the wardrobe and see him still laid across the bed.

“I’m off for something to eat,” I said, pulling on my bottoms. He doesn’t say anything of even look at me. I sigh and walk out of the room. Walking down the stairs I see Melanie sat talking to Brendan. I sit next to Brendan and look at them “Afternoon,” I said and they both look at me.

“Talk to her about it,” Brendan said pointing at me while looking at Melanie “or better yet your boyfriend,” he adds.

“I just want to know what you think,” she said and I frown.

“You’ve put me in a tough situation because I don’t know him and you’re my sister so it’s really not me you should be talking to about this,” he said and stands.

“What’s wrong?” I ask looking at her.

“Nothing,” she said getting up and walking up the stairs. I frown and look at Brendan. He looks down at me then sits back down and moves his finger over my nose lightly.

“Does it hurt? It looks like it hurts,” he asks and states.

“It’s not broken so it’s ok,” I said looking down and moving my hand over my nose. Surprisingly I had forgotten about it that’s why I’ve come downstairs without covering it.

“How do you know it’s not broken?” he asks.

“Because it’s not bent in anyway and it doesn’t feel broken, it’s just badly bruised,” I said stroking my nose. He sighs and moves his hand under my chin to make me face him. He frowns at my nose and then kisses it. I move back and look at him, he grins at me “As if you just kissed my nose, weirdo,” I said and he laughs.

“Did you have a good sleep?” he asks. I nod and smile “Good,” he said and looks at his watch “Urm I need to make a phone call,” he said standing up and it looked like a phone call he didn’t want to make.

“Are you ok?”I ask.

“Yeah it’s just an important call,” he said and I stand up. I watch him walk up the stairs holding his phone in his hand. It’s like everyone is avoiding me and I don’t know why. First Melanie and now him I didn’t understand do I smell or something.

I sigh and look around and as I do I realise that I don’t know where the kitchen is or even the dining room.

“Are you lost poppet?” I hear Carl said I look at him and shake my head as I walk up the stairs. “Where are you going?” he asks.

“To my room,” I said and he frowns “I want to have a shower before I eat,” I said and walk past him.

“Ok well I’m off to go find Yasmin,” he said and I sigh.

“Be careful Carl, she has a sharp tongue,” I said walking away from him.

“Ok I’ll just make sure she doesn’t give me a BJ,” he said and I shake my head as I hear him chuckle to himself.

I walk into my room to see Logan stood in a towel looking in the mirror. He looks at me from the mirror and smiles. I walk over to him and sit down on the buffet.

“I cut myself shaving,” he said and turns to look at me. He points to the small cut near his chin.

“Aww why did you shave,” I pout and he sighs and rolls his eyes.

“Thanks for the sympathy,” he mutters to himself and I smile and kiss the cut.

“I’m sorry, you poor thing, do you want a bandage or do you want me to take you to the hospital?” I ask, trying not to laugh.

“You’re not funny,” he said moodily. I smile and look in the mirror and as I do I notice my bruises are darker a lot darker now. I sigh and look down. “What’s wrong?” he asks.

“I need some more makeup,” I said “I don’t think I brought my heavy stuff because I didn’t plan on getting beaten before coming here,” I explain and he sighs as he watches me stand.

“I’ll buy you some if you want,” he says.

“I can buy it,” I said and walked away from him to the bathroom. I hear him sigh deeply just before I shut the door.

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**Logan**

I understand her insecurity and I know that it is the reason for her wanting to cover the bruises. I know that she won’t leave this room with no makeup on.

After getting dressed I walk out of the room to the room the girls are in. I knock on the door and I hear them call for me to come in. I open it and walk in, shutting the door behind me. I look at Yasmin, Julie and Melanie and give them a small smile.

“What would you like?” Julie asks.

“Yes, what brings you to the place where you are being insulted?” Yasmin asks and I raise my eyebrows “I’m kidding I’m not that mean I’d say it to your face,” she said with a smile.

“Ok,” I said, frowning and sitting on the bed opposite the one they were all sat on. “I was wondering if you’d do me a favour?” I ask.

“A favour?” Melanie asks. I nod “What kind?” she asks.

“It’s for Megan she didn’t bring any make up well not the makeup she uses to cover bruises up so I was wondering if you would go get some?” I ask. “I’ll give you the money and have someone drive you into the nearby city,” I explain. They tilt their heads at me.

“What do we get in return?” Julie asks.

“You can all have some money to get yourselves something, I really don’t mind, you can all go crazy if you like,” I said and they smile.

“I’m in,” Julie says. I look at the others and they smile.

“Thanks I don’t really know anything about make-up, that’s why I’m asking you three,” I said and they smile.

“We already know her skin tone so it’s cool,” Melanie said and I sigh and look down.

“Thanks,” I said and stand. “I’ll go get you some money, the car will be waiting for you, try and make sure Megan doesn’t know you’ve gone because she doesn’t exactly want people to know that’s the reason she’s staying in her room, I think,” I said frowning.

I walk out of their room and down to the main kitchen to see the cook and the maids and butlers. I smile at them and look at the breakfast.

“Is that for me and Megan?” I ask. The chef nods as he looks in the cupboards “What are you making for dinner?”

“What would you like?” he asks.

“Fish and chips,” he looks at me and I smile. “It’s hard to get a good fish and chips meal in America. It's like they don’t understand how to do it,” I said and he rolls his eyes.

“Fine I’ll make you that but don’t be making me make more crap for you in the two weeks you’re here,” he states.

“I promise I won’t, and you might not have to cook, Megan likes to cook a lot,” I say. He smiles and starts to clean.

“So you have someone to cook proper meals for you?” he asks. I shrug and look through my wallet. I take out my card and hand it to George my main driver causing him to look at me.

“Can you take the girls shopping they’re doing something for me, they need to go to a beauty shop,” I explain.

“Ok I’ll take them into Sheffield they can pick what store they want to go to then,” he explains. “What's the maximum they can spend?” he asks.

“Well they’re getting make up for Megan and one thing for themselves so whatever all that costs,” I said and he nods. I smile “When is Max going to get here?” I ask.

“Harrison is on his way to the airport to pick him up,” George says. “So another few hours,” he says.

“Cool I miss him already,” I pout and then walk out of the kitchen and back to my room. The bathroom door opens and Megan walks out. She looks at me and smiles a little.

“Will you do something for me?” she asks. I nod “Will you put a bandage or something on my cuts because they’re bleeding again and also put the oil on my back?” she asks.

“Yeah,” I said and she looks down “are you ok?” I ask walking towards her. She nods and walks away from me into the wardrobe.

“I’ll get changed first,” she said and shut the door behind her. I sigh and walk into the bathroom to get the first aid kit. I know it was probably the wrong decision to come to England after what happened with Benjamin and her psychologist will probably give me an ear full over it. But what was I supposed to do? She wanted to come and it might turn out to be a good idea. I walk back out and open it out onto the bed and take out the items I need.

After about five minutes Megan walks out and looks at me. I give her a small smile and look her up and down. She’s wearing bottoms and a vest. She sits next to me and takes her top off.

“Will it be easier if I lay down?” she asks I nod and stand up as she lays. She lifts her arm above her head revealing the red line cuts. I take out some antiseptic cream and smooth it over.

“Do they hurt?” I ask. She shakes her head and then looks away from me. “Maybe it will be easier if you let air get to them,” I say.

“No, because my clothes will rub against them and then they will hurt and bleed,” she said and I can see she’s losing her patience with me.

“Ok,” I said and started to cut the right size of lint to cover them.

“They’ll scar, won’t they,” she said and looked at me.

“Not heavily they’ll fade because the cut isn’t very deep and if you keep moisturising they shouldn’t,” I explain and she just looks down.

“I really don’t know what you find attractive about me,” she mutters and I sigh while looking down.

Of course she wouldn’t know because she doesn’t want to know. She turns her mind to other things when I try to compliment her and tell her what I find attractive about her. It’s everything, her eyes, her personality, her smile and laugh, her voice, just everything I could go on.