Page 67 of Final Goodbye
I needed to get out of here. I needed fresh air. My throat was starting to close as I felt a panic attack washing over my body. I needed Declan.
I got up to make my escape when I looked at Logan one last time. “I don’t want to waste another breath on you. My dad already struggled enough to breathe in his last moments all because of you. You’re dead to me, Logan,” I spat.
I walked as fast as I could out of the coffee shop without looking frantic.
The cold air hit me in the face, and I was finally able to breathe again. Frantically, I dug in my pocket for my phone as I continued to walk away when I hit what felt like a solid brick wall.
“Declan,” I whimpered.
“You’re shaking. What the fuck happened? What did Logan do to you?” he seethed with anger.
With shaky hands, I pulled my phone out.
“Myles is innocent, and Logan is guilty. I have proof. I recorded the entire thing.” My voice was mixed with excitement and fear, my teeth chattering against the cold weather.
Going into this, I needed both sides of the story. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to remember everything word for word, and I knew how Logan could be. There were so many times in my past I wished I would have recorded different things that happened, but I wasn’t going to make the same mistake twice. He wasn’t going to get another opportunity to twist my words and manipulate a situation, especially one as serious as this.
Declan’s jaw clenched and his breathing picked up. I followed his laser-focused gaze as he looked behind me in the direction I originally came from. Before I knew it, Declan released me from his grip and stalked toward a scared-looking Logan.
It would be the last time Logan blackmailed or gaslit anyone.
Justice. Justice was going to be served.
Paige’s wordsstarted to slur as tunnel vision took over. All I heard wasinnocent… Guilty… Proof…
My steps fell heavy in front of me, with one step after the other, the old snow compounded underneath my feet. Logan always wore a smug look on his face. Our other interactions had me annoyed and pissed off, but nothing could describe the way I was feeling now.
The scared look on his face gave away everything I was feeling.
Rage. Anger. Fury.
He definitely had a reason to be scared now. Every other time, I held back in fear of showing my angry side in front of Paige. But I think we both could agree, whatever was about to happen, he deserved it. Everyone had a breaking point, and this was mine. My anger was pent up and waiting to be let out.
I’d never been so happy to trust my gut. The moment Paige left the house, I trailed behind her just a couple minutes later. I’d be useless at home. What good would I be just sitting on the couch waiting for her to come back and tell me everythingthat happened? Instead, I hopped in my truck and parked right outside of the coffee shop. I watched Logan walk in and when minutes passed, it felt like too long for her to be in there with him alone. I stepped out of my truck just as she ran out ofMugs,frantically digging in her pocket for her phone.
This was the exact reason I needed to be here instead of at home, to beat the ever-loving shit out of Logan Brooks. My fists were clenched at my sides and itching to smash his face in.
Red hot blood flushed my cheeks as images of Logan flashed through my mind.
Logan at the funeral. Logan bothering Paige at work. Logan interrupting our perfect fucking day. Logan cornering my brother at the bar. Logan right here in front of my face.
My hands were out in front of my body, grabbing ahold of Logan before I could think twice. Two handfuls of thick black fabric balled up into my fists as I shook him angrily.
I snapped.
“I recall telling you it wasn’t going to be pretty if you kept fucking around when it came to Paige. So here we are. Tell me what the fuck was going through your head dragging Myles into your bullshit? Are you fucking kidding me?” I screamed. He flinched at my volume and surprisingly didn’t put up a fight. He held up his hands as if he were surrendering, but I wasn’t going to let him off that easily.
His clothes still clenched tight into my fists; I took him around the corner into an alley so what happened next wouldn’t be seen by everyone walking around town. Especially Paige. She knew I was fuming, but I didn’t want her to have to experience the full effect.
“You have nothing to say for yourself, asshole?” I asked as I shook him aggressively.
“I already explained myself to Paige. I told her how sorry I was. I told her I fucked up, okay?” he admitted, his voice shaken.
“Do you actually think sayingsorryin a situation like this is enough? I don’t give a fuck how sorry you said you were. Sounds like all you did was offer her a pathetic apology.” I gathered the saliva in my mouth and before I could think twice, I spat in his face, treating him like the pitiful piece of trash he had always been.
I didn’t allow him a moment to react to my harsh behavior. I was too fired up to care. The level in my voice began to rise when I continued speaking, “I don’t know every little detail yet, but you never should have brought Myles into this. He’s been a fucking mess over something he never did in the first place. Not to mention you killed Paige’s father… Do you even realize how serious that is? You aren’t going to get away with this.”
I firmly held his body against the brick wall I had him backed up to and pulled my phone out of my jacket pocket. I dialed Paige who was standing close by, not wanting to yell for her and draw even more attention.
