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Logan.
I followed Liam around the house until he walked out the kitchen door and into the backyard. There was a f*****g smell of m*******a.
Shit, this was when he had to explain to her what he saw.
I didn't say anything until he stopped, for some reason, his leg kept going up and down, and I almost didn't feel it when he quickly turned around. I tasted the blood on my tongue, metallic and abundant. I didn't hit him back when he hit me again, this time in the stomach knocking the breath out of me.
—With my sister...
Those words seemed to burn his tongue, even thinking about them seemed to hurt him. And he was right to be angry, from the beginning this was a secret from him. For my best friend.
He was standing a few feet away from me, staring at me, his brows
