Chapter 118

\*\*Megan\*\*

I walk out of the bathroom to see Brendon sat on the bed. He looks up from his phone at me and his light brown eyes scanning my body. I automatically pull the towel tighter around my body and he looks back down at his phone.

"What's brought you to my room?" I ask him as I walk towards the walk in wardrobe. The long soak I took in the bath had cleared my mind of a few things. I know that last night I was being pathetic, a few years ago a guy dumping me would have just made me shrug my shoulders and forget about him.

"I wanted to make sure you're ok," I hear him say. "You know considering," he adds. I sigh and take a pair of bottoms out of my already packed bag and a vest top. I quickly get dressed and then walk out to join him.

"Considering I tried to kill myself over getting dumped," I say sitting on the bed and moving one leg onto it so I'm facing him.

"Yes," he says looking at me. "How do you feel now?" he asks.

"Like I'm the most pathetic person in the world," I say and look down "I'm sick of feeling like this," I say and move my hands through my hair.

"Which is what?" he asks now mirroring my seating position.

"Empty," I answer and my voice barely comes out above a whisper.I feel the tear leave my eye and I wipe my cheek before it can go down my cheek. "And I'm sick of crying, I feel like he's done this on purpose, I feel really trapped right now and I don't like it," I say and look at Brendan to see him take a deep breath and then let it out slowly.

"Come here," he says and pulls my close to him by my legs. I climb into his lap and wrap my arms around his waist. "I don't understand why he broke up with you, all I know is that he was stupid to," he says wrapping his arms around my body and I nuzzle into his neck.

"Thanks," I say with a small smile.  "No one has seen him since he got back from wherever he was," he says to me.

"He was in hospital, he apparently drank too much last night," I say and I feel him hold me tighter.

"God you're both trainwrecks," he says and I laugh.

"He has no reason to be upset he's the one that broke up with me, he was probably celebrating the fact we broke up," I say and he look down at me and makes me look at him.

"Don't think like that, you have to ask yourself what could have caused him to end a relationship he has been fighting for," he explains and I look down. "There's more to the story to me," he pauses "and you need to find out what it is," he adds and I frown and look at him.

"Why are you saying this to me?" I ask.

"I don't like the fact you're upset, he probably didn't realise how much of an impact him breaking up with you would have," he says and then yawns. "I need to sleep," he says and leans back.

"Sleep in here with me," I say and he looks at me and sits up fully.

"Ok, just don't touch me," he says pointing his finger at me. I laugh and get into bed. He gets in next to me and I turn the TV on.

"Why haven't you been sleeping?" I ask.

"I have, I just got very drunk last night and stayed up most of the night, I only went to bed at like 7am," he says.

"Well you sleep I'm watching a movie," I say and turn to the TV.

It's weird as soon as I saw Brendan I thought he was here to try it on with me or make some sort of move. Mostly because I know how he feels for me. I know he likes me and it has surprised me what he suggested. The thing is after yesterday I don't think I can be with Logan if there was another reason. He is the one that decided to break up with me and I hate the thought of being that dependent on him. On anyone.

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The faint sound of my door shutting woke me from my sleep. I yawn and stretch out a little but I feel legs next to mine. I open my eyes with a frown creasing my face. I just heard Brendan leave. I look to see he hasn't left at all, he's still asleep next to me.

The clock next to the bed tells me that it's just past 3am. It doesn't surprise me when I hardly slept last night. The fact Logan was in hospital made me worry, seeing him so lifeless in Carl's and David's arms just scared me. I want to know if he's ok now but at the same time I don't want to see him. Seeing him will just make me question why he has done what he's done and the last thing I need is another argument with him.

I climb out of bed and make my way out of the bedroom and downstairs to the kitchen. I haven't eaten all day and I can feel just how hungry I am. I make myself a nutella sandwich and grab a packet of chips that I have learnt through watching british TV are called crisps. Which I can understand why and chips are different over here.

Squeezing the nutella from my second half of my sandwich I hear the front door open and then shut. People seem to always be coming and going in this mansion. I know Carl was planning to go out tonight, whether he did or not I don't know. I lick the nutella from my sandwich and then bite it.

"Megan," I hear someone say. I look up from my plate to see Logan stood at the door of the kitchen. He's wearing dark grey bottoms and a white t-shirt that hugged hi muscles perfectly. I wet my lip remembering just how it felt to touch those muscles. His hair looks like he's ran his hands through it way too many times. His usually bright blue eyes look dark and tired. "Sorry I just saw the light on," he says a moment after staring at me. I swallow my bite and place my sandwich down on the plate. He walks in and places something down on the counter and then walks towards the fridge. I look at what he placed which is a lighter and a cigarette packet. "Can I sit with you?" he asks now turning from the fridge to look at me. I sigh and stand up.

"I'm finished anyway," I say, taking my plate to the sink and taking my chips with me.

"Megan, wait please," he says, walking out after me.

"What?" I snap and turn to look at him.

"I need to talk to you,"

"What more do you need to say to me," I snap "You said enough the other day," I say and walk away from him. I just make it to the bottom of the stairs when I feel him take me by my elbow.

"Please," he begs. "I just want to tell you something," he says. I sigh and fold my arms.

"Go on then," I say.

"Not here," he says and starts to walk off to the left. I frown and hesitate on going with him. There's nothing he really needs to tell me, we're broken up what else could he possibly have to say to me. "Megan please," he says turning to look at me. "If you don't want to be near me after what I tell you then I'll leave you alone," he says. I can't really argue with that. I follow him down the hall.