Chapter 159

**Megan**

"Are you ok?" David asks as I punch his padded hand and then follow it up with a kick. I nod and hit his other hand a couple of times. "Time out," he says, stepping back from me and taking his hand out of the padding and giving it a rub. "Are you sure? Because you just pounded on my hand like you wanted to kill it," he states.

"I'm fine," I say, walking to my bottle of water and taking a drink and as I do, I notice Logan standing at the doorway.

When I came back from my session, I came home and asked David if we could start training early. I put my water down and turn my back on Logan. I need him to hate me or something to make this easier.

"Ready?" I ask. David nods and looks at Logan, and I have no doubt that Logan has probably called or texted him to tell him what had happened.

"Can I train with you?" I hear Brett ask. I turn to look at him, and he gives me a small smile.

"Sure I guess,"

"Yeah, give my hands a break," David says, taking the padded gloves off and giving them to Brett. I watch him pretty much run to Logan. I sigh and wait for Brett to put the gloves on.

"How has your day been?" he asks.

"Logan and I broke up," I state and get into position. He frowns at me.

"Why?" he asks and holds his hands up.

"Because I wanted to break up," I state as I punch his hand.

"Ok," he says frowning, "I won't ask you to explain that,"

"Good," I state while kicking his hand.

"Security said you went to see your therapist," he continues.

"Yeah," I reply. Noticing his watch is missing, I look at him.

"What did she say?" he asks.

"Are you sleeping with my therapist?" I ask.

"What? No," he says quickly.

"Funny, your watch is missing, and I saw one in her office that looks very similar to yours," I say, and stand straight.

"I went to see her because whenever I finish a mission, I must see a therapist for a few weeks, so I went to ask her," he states.

"Oh, good,"

"Why? I mean she's good looking,"

"If you sleep with my therapist, I'll tell your whole team I beat you at 'Call of Duty' all the time," I state and he chuckles.

"Ok, I won't," he states and looks away from me to the treadmills. "She called me though," he states, and I frown. "About you, she said she's worried about you, and that you have made the decision to stop having sessions," he states.

"Yeah I have, they're not doing anything for me, I go and talk about the same shit every time, I'm over it, my nightmares don't stop, so I don't see the point,"

"Ok," he says. "She said you're holding onto a lot of anger,"

"And?" I ask unwrapping my hands as I realise this isn't a training session anymore. "Wouldn't you?" I ask.

"Well yeah but it's not healthy to hold onto or bottle up any anger you have," he says.

"Why not?" I snap and look at him. "I can't do anything about it, the people I'm angry at aren't here apart from you and Logan so what the hell am I supposed to do with it," I argue.

"If you're angry at me Megan then tell me,"

"I already have, and it still didn't make me feel better, what would telling you a second time do?" I ask.

"I'm sorry, I've not been there for you, but I am now,"

"Yeah, and what good is it now," I shout, and I can't help but push him. "I hate you," I growl, and he looks at me. "There's so much you could have done, and you did nothing, you caused all of it, so yeah I'm angry at you, I hate you, and I hate the fact I'm your daughter. There! Is that supposed to make me feel better?" I ask, and silence is his answer. "I guess not," I say, and walk out of the gym to see Logan stood outside. He steps towards me and goes to touch me. "Don't," I snap. He sighs and drops his hand. "Don't touch me," I say through gritted teeth and walk away from him to my room. He may see me as being cold, but the truth is if he touches me, I'll fall right back into his arms.

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Two weeks later.

"Megan," I hear someone say, and then feel them shake me. I turn onto my back and open my eyes to see Tyler hovering above me, "Morning gorgeous," I frown and place my hand to my head as a headache starts to form. "My mom has made breakfast if you want any," he states. Nausea fills my stomach at the mention of food.

"I'm fine thanks," I mutter and slowly sit up and move the sheet to cover me. The last two nights, we went to a party, and I feel it may have been a mistake.

It's getting so difficult to stay at home with Brett and Logan there. It got even worse when Logan went out last weekend and brought a girl back with him. I couldn't stay in the house to witness that. I ended up staying at Melanie's, which made Logan accuse me of sleeping with Brendon on Monday morning. I hadn't, but I wasn't going to let him know that. He had continued to go out every night this week, some nights he didn't come home, how he got to work I wasn't sure.

Then on Saturday because he'd heard I was going to the house party one of Tyler's friends was showing, he thought that gave him the right to accuse me of sleeping with Tyler and most of his friends. So it would seem because I'm not sleeping with him. I'm sleeping with everyone. I get it, though. He's angry at me; it doesn't help that I often let him believe what he is saying. Only one of his statements is accurate, and that is that I've slept with Tyler and that only happened last night if I remember correctly.

"We have school," he states. I nod and watch him get up and put a pair of boxers on before walking out of his room. I sigh and look under the covers to see I'm butt naked. Yeah, we slept together. I'm pretty sure it's never a good idea to sleep with an ex-boyfriend who still has feelings for you. I reach for my phone and call Sandra. Hopefully, she can bring me some clothes.

"What's wrong?" she answers.

"I'm gonna guess you know where I am,"

"Yeah, I got told this morning,"

"Can you come and pick me up and bring me some clothes and my pill? Please" I ask.

"Ah to be young and to make silly choices, of course, I can," she says with a small chuckle. "ETA about 30 minutes," she says.

"Thank you," I say, and put the phone down. Tyler walks back in with two mugs. I sit up and wrap the sheet around me.

"Hungover?" he asks, and I nod as he holds one of the mugs out to me.

"Thank you," I say, taking a sip of the coffee.

"Last night,"

"Was just sex," I state while cutting him off. He frowns at me, "Got it?" I ask. "We're not back together, it was just sex, if you can accept and live with that, then it can happen again, if you can't then it can't happen again," I say laying down the rules. He nods and sips his drink.

"Just sex got it. Do you say the same to Melanie's brother?" he asks. What is it with everyone thinking I've slept with Brendon? The poor boy has just had brain surgery.

"Yes," I say, "Can I borrow a t-shirt or something to wear to go downstairs in, I doubt the clothes I was wearing last night are appropriate for breakfast with your parents," I state. He laughs and nods, taking out a t-shirt and a pair of shorts.

"When did you get so muscular?" he asks.

"I'm hardly muscular," I state as I pull his t-shirt over my head.

"You have abs,"

"Is it not nice?" I ask, and watch him turn as I put the shorts on. "Done," I state and I notice I've not scratched his back like I do Logans or did. He turns and looks at me. I pull the t-shirt up to look at my stomach.

"Yeah it's nice, you're not exactly rock-solid, I just don't remember you having abs, you were toned before but not like this,"

"I work out," I say, walking out of his room with him.