Il Suo Zaffario (His Sapphire)

Chapter 15

"Sapphire," Logan's voice cut through the air as he walked into the kitchen. I quickly wiped away the tears that had been pooling in my eyes and looked up at him. "Let's go," he said, his tone firm.

"But I haven't had my breakfast yet. Sara is making soup," I replied, placing a hand on my belly to emphasize my point.

"You'll get soup at my mom's house. Let's go," he insisted, dismissing my excuse with a wave of his hand.

Sara, who had been quietly stirring the pot on the stove, stepped in. "Logan, I think you should let her have her breakfast. She's not feeling well," she told him, her voice filled with concern.

Logan barely spared her a glance. "She'll have soup later," he groaned, his patience clearly wearing thin. I sighed in frustration.

"Why should I even go with you? Don't you have a girlfriend?" I fired back, my voice laced with anger. Logan's expression darkened, and before I knew it, he was pulling me out of the kitchen with an iron grip on my arm.

"Let me go! I can walk!" I shouted, yanking my hand out of his grasp. I was fuming, but I got into the car without another word, too exhausted to argue further.

Christy opened the car door just as I was about to close it. "Umm... You should be in the back," she said, popping her bubble gum obnoxiously while batting her eyelashes at Logan. I bit back a retort and slammed the door before climbing into the back seat. The ride to Logan's parents' house was unbearable. Christy and Logan were all over each other in the front seat, making lovey-dovey eyes and touching like I wasn't even there. I stared at my fingers, trying to ignore the knot tightening in my chest. I was just angry—angry that he used me, that he had slept with me while having a girlfriend.

When we finally arrived, I couldn't get out of the car fast enough. I ran into the house, eager to escape the suffocating tension. "Sapphire!" Logan called after me, but I ignored him. The front door opened, and Serena greeted me with a warm smile.

"Hey, I missed you so much," she said, pulling me into a hug. I managed a small smile as I hugged her back.

"I think you've put on a little weight, darling," she commented as she pulled back, eyeing me with a concerned look.

"Not at all," I giggled, brushing off her observation, but the tension in my chest didn't ease.

Logan walked in behind me, and Serena's attention shifted. "Logan, who's your friend?" she asked, glancing between him and Christy.

"She's my girlfriend, Mom," Logan replied, and I saw Serena's eyes widen in surprise. She looked over at me, clearly confused.

"We broke up," I said quietly, offering a half-hearted shrug before walking off to the living room. I needed to put some distance between myself and whatever mess Logan was creating.

"Sapphire, you're here!" Isabella called out as she waddled over to me, her pregnant belly leading the way. I couldn't help but giggle at her determined walk, and she glared at me playfully.

"Don't laugh at the pregnant lady," she warned, plopping down beside me on the couch.

"How's everything with you and Logan?" she asked, and I immediately started fiddling with my fingers, the question hitting too close to home.

"Umm... we broke up," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.

"What? Why?" Isabella's eyes widened in shock, her hand instinctively moving to her baby bump.

"He has a new girlfriend now," I said, trying to sound nonchalant, but the words felt like knives slicing through me.

"Well, Logan's an i***t for letting you go. He never wants to settle down," she said, shaking her head in disapproval. We talked for a while longer, but I couldn't shake the heavy feeling in my chest.

Eventually, my hunger got the better of me. "Isabella, I'm going to get something to eat," I told her before heading to the kitchen. When I walked in, Logan and Christy were making out, oblivious to my presence. I rolled my eyes and grabbed a quick snack before leaving, not wanting to stay in the room a second longer.

As the evening wore on, I started to feel worse. I felt lightheaded, and my stomach churned uncomfortably. I walked over to Logan, who was engrossed in the TV, and touched his shoulder. "I want to go home," I whispered, hoping he'd take me seriously.

He shook his head, not even bothering to look at me. "I'm not feeling well, please take me home," I repeated, my voice wavering, but he ignored me completely.

The lightheadedness was getting worse. My vision started to blur around the edges, and I could feel myself getting weaker. "Logan," I called out one last time, my voice faint.

"Leave him alone, he's not ready to go home," Christy snapped, but I barely registered her words.

"Logan," I pleaded, placing a trembling hand on my forehead.

"What?!" he shouted, finally standing up and turning to face me.

"I want to go home. I'm not feeling well. Please, take me home," I begged, tears threatening to spill over.

"You're not f*****g leaving! You're staying here until I'm ready to leave. If you're not feeling well, then go take some pills or something!" he yelled, his face twisted with anger.

"Logan Antonio Esposito, don't you dare shout at her!" Serena's voice cut through the tension, sharp and commanding. Logan turned to her, his anger momentarily muted.

"Tell her you're sorry," Serena demanded, her eyes narrowing at her son.

"But, Mom..." Logan started to whine, but the warning look Serena gave him was enough to make him back down. "Sorry," he muttered, though the cold, angry look he shot me said otherwise. His eyes promised that I would regret this later.

I was about to walk away, the humiliation burning in my chest, but suddenly everything around me started to spin. My vision blurred, and I blinked a few times, trying to clear it, but it was no use. A sharp pain shot through my head, and I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping it would pass.

"Logan," I whispered, reaching out blindly for something to steady myself, but it was too late. The world went dark, and I felt my body collapse to the floor before everything faded into nothingness.

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I woke up in bed, feeling groggy as I sat up and rubbed my eyes. Tears welled up, unbidden, and I quickly wiped them away, frustrated at how easily they seemed to come these days. Why was I always crying? I noticed a cup on the dresser with a note beside it. I picked up the note and smiled when I read the words: "Drink me." Sara. Beside the cup were two pills, which I swallowed with the water. Finally I'm home.

The door creaked open, and I looked up to see Sara entering the room. "Are you okay, darling? I just came to check on you," she said softly. I nodded and smiled, though the smile didn't quite reach my eyes.

"What happened?" she asked gently, and though I didn't want to talk about it, I found myself telling her anyway.

"I wasn't feeling well, I told Logan, and he shouted at me. My head started to hurt, and I fainted. I don't remember anything after that," I whispered, feeling a wave of sadness wash over me. Sara hugged me tightly, her warmth offering some comfort.

"Sapphire, go have a nice long bath, then you can go down and get something to eat, okay?" she said, standing up. I nodded, appreciating her kindness. Once she left, I headed to the bathroom, undressed, and stepped into the tub. The warm water enveloped me, soothing my tired body. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, letting the tension drain away. I didn't realize how exhausted I was until I drifted off to sleep.

"Sapphire!" Logan's voice snapped me awake. My eyes flew open, and I quickly scrambled out of the tub. I hadn't even realized I'd fallen asleep. "Sapphire, what the f**k is taking you so long?" he barked from the other side of the door. I grabbed a towel, wrapped it around myself, and hurried out of the bathroom.

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize I fell asleep," I stammered, clutching the towel tightly to my chest.

"Well, then get dressed and go down to eat something," he ordered, his eyes locked on me, making me feel exposed and uncomfortable.

"Aren't you going to leave?" I asked, biting my lip and looking down at the floor to avoid his intense gaze. But instead of leaving, he moved closer, pinning me against the wall with his arms on either side of my head.

"What are you doing?" I asked, trying to push him away, but he didn't budge. He buried his face in my neck, his lips finding the sensitive spot that always made me weak. He started sucking and nibbling on it, and despite myself, I felt my resolve slipping. I tried to push him off, hitting his chest, but it was no use.

"Stop it, you have a girlfriend," I protested weakly, but my body betrayed me. I was melting into his touch, my hormones driving me crazy. My mouth fell open, and I found myself gripping his shirt, pulling him closer.

"Ahhh, oh no," I suddenly felt a wave of nausea. "Logan, stop. I want to vomit—" I tried to warn him, but it was too late. I threw up all over him. He stepped back, his face contorted in disgust.

"What the f**k, Sapphire!" he shouted, making me jump. My eyes widened in panic, and I scrambled to apologize.

"I'm sorry! I'll get something to clean it up," I stammered, running into the bathroom to grab a towel. I rushed back out and handed it to him, but the damage was already done. He wiped himself off, still glaring at me.

"You vomited on me! Why didn't you say you wanted to vomit?!" he groaned, wiping his face with the towel. The door slammed open, and Sara walked in, her face full of concern.

"What happened?" she asked, her eyes quickly taking in the situation.

"She vomited all over me," Logan snapped, stripping off his soiled clothes.

"Oh dear, go get dressed. I'll clean this up," Sara said, her voice gentle as she guided me to the closet. I picked out some clothes and quickly changed, trying to steady my shaky hands. When I emerged, Sara was still there, cleaning up the mess.

"I think you should rest. I'll get your food; just let me wash my hands first," she offered kindly.

"That's okay, Sara. I can get it myself," I whispered, but she shook her head and made me sit down on the bed.

"Yeah, Sara, let her get it herself," Logan chimed in, rolling his eyes as he left the room.

Sara shot him a glare. "Can't you see that the poor child is sick? She fainted and vomited. What more do you want as proof?" she scolded him, but he just shrugged it off and walked away. She turned back to me, brushing my hair gently with her hand.

"It's okay, darling. You're not in this alone. I'll always be by your side, so don't be scared, okay?" she soothed, her words like a balm to my wounded heart. I smiled at her