I'm in Love with my Little Sister

Chapter Six

After the conversation with Logan, I left the school and walked my own way home. I walked slowly, taking in all the information which I have learnt from today. Logan isn’t mad at me for not telling her about my wife but that’s just her words. I flashbacked to the look of betrayal Jadyn had on her face. Since we had gotten closer over the last few weeks, I feel like I've betrayed her by not telling her. To be honest, I didn’t really care what the others thought, it was Logan who I was worried about. 

I sat on the tire swing outside the house and I look up to see what it is attached too. When I first arrived, I thought it had been attached to a couple of branches, but I am wrong. Looking up, I see a tiny tree house which is hidden behind the leaves. You clearly had to know about it to see it. I got off the tire swing and walked around the tree looking for the ladder to get up it. When that failed, I stared at the rope of the tire swing. “Well its either this or you never find out what up there Damon.” I mutter to myself. I notice the old lady neighbour across the street; staring at me. I smile and give her a wave before she closes her curtains.

I look at the rope again; rubbing my hands together, I stand on top of the tire and start to climb the rope of the tire. Within the minute, I was in the branches and hidden among the leaves. I couldn’t find a door of any kind but luckily, there is a window; one with no glass. I climb through the open window and land with a thump. I groan softly and I bring myself to my knees. I place my palm on the wood and I push myself up.

I glance around the tiny room and I noticed a few pens and paper scattered around the floor. A small walkie – talkie placed on the wooden table to the right. A log made into a seat had been placed underneath the table. Empty cans of coke were placed at the other side of the room when I notice the trap door in the ground. I haven’t noticed it before and I went over to try to lift it up. The trap door is very well hidden and if you didn’t know it was there or go looking for it then you probably would have missed it. I stick my index finger into the tiny hole which barely fit and with all my strength, I pulled the trap door open. However, I had been expecting to find a ladder and to be looking at the grass below.

Instead, it was a tiny box filled with books. I frowned and picked up the book on the top. I flicked through the pages to notice it was a journal. I opened it to the first page, and it had the usual. “Logan’s diary, KEEP OUT OR I WILL KILL YOU.” I chuckle thinking of a young Logan, maybe 10 years old writing in the journal. I got the other four journals out from the tiny boxed room and again, opened them to the first page. The warning was all the same but on the first one, the writing is barely readable. I guessed this is her first journal. I turned over the next page and I found her first entry. I quickly close the book before reading anything and I had a mental battle with myself. This is her private property. I shouldn’t be going through this. On the other hand, she was probably 6 years old and she is probably writing what she had for lunch. Why do I care what she had for lunch? And if it is filled with silly information then there is no point in reading it. On the other hand, I can use these entries to make her happy after the Mya Bomb.

There is no stopping me now. I open the book again and I read the first sentence.

“Dear Diary, He left last week.” I stop reading and close the book. My heart is racing, and I thought I could handle reading her diaries but I can’t. I don’t think I can deal with little Logan’s emotions on me leaving her. I couldn’t handle it. It was hard enough when I did leave her but now, looking back, I might punch myself for leaving and for making her feel so down. I breathe in and out slowly, my hands shaking from the sudden worrisome thoughts. I placed the dairy clearly next to the pile of other books and I grab another book and open it up. The writing it a little neater so I can presume that Logan is a little older in this book. I open the first entry and it's dated a year after the entry.

“Dear Dairy, Tommy H tried to kiss me today but I ran away because boys are icky. Jasper saw and he punched Tommy in the face!!! Jasper got suspended from school and Mum was sooooooo mad. She was so mad that she didn’t let him have dinner and forced him to stay in his room so I snuck him food. I stood in Damon’s room again. The twins have moved in there so it's all messy and it doesn’t feel like his room anymore but I don’t know, it’s just not the same. Lea told me that she thought Jasper was cute and I told her that she has to be blind!! So many girls think Jasper is cute but he is icky, just like Tommy H. At least Jasper doesn’t try to kiss me.”

I turned a few pages and read the next entry. “Dear Dairy, Tommy ran after when Jasper came back to school. All the girls in my class now think Jasper is cute and manly because he hit Tommy H but I don’t know why they think he’s cute. Jasper looks like a fat beetle head. Peyton started his first year at primary school last week and mum keeps crying about ‘how big all her children are getting’. I wonder if she remembers that Damon is now 13 and he’s a real-life teenager. I wondered the other day if he looks the same or if he cut his hair. It was getting too long when he left. He still hasn’t replied to my letters so maybe he hates me. I wonder if he is anything like those scary ones that live next door. I saw one of them with a knife the other day!!!”

I snapped out of reading the journal when the sound of a car drives into our driveway. Living here for a few weeks means that I can now recognise which cars belong to the family. Dan drives in and unlocked the front door. He didn’t even question if there was someone in the treehouse. I hide the journals back where I front them and made a mental note of where they were. While I know reading Logan’s private stuff is wrong, I really want to know how I can make her happy plus it’s interesting to read about the life of little Logan. Don’t read private stuff kids!!

I climb back out of the glassless windows and climbs around the branches to the rope. Slowly I got myself down from the tree and landed on my feet with the small pain shooting through my heel. I followed Dan inside the house and he was actually surprised when he saw me walking through the front door. Nonetheless, he greeted me with a smile and asked how the chat at the school went. Great, I almost forgot.

“It wasn’t too bad, I suppose.” I mumble my answer and sat down with him on the couch. Dan had a beer in his hands and he offered me a sip. I turned it down. “Would you believe me if I said I’ve never had a drink before?” I say. Dan raises an eyebrow.

“Really? Didn’t your father give you a drink on your 18th birthday? I did that with Jasper, and I will with both Jadyn and Logan when they turned 18.” Dan questions. I shake my head. My father was more interested in drinking the drinks than taking anyone else.

“Me and dad never really saw eye to eye on that subject. Once I turned 18, I was so desperate to get out of the house, but I didn’t want to come back here. Joe, he was joining the army and he said they are still looking for people so I signed up.” I explained. Dan nods his head while staring at the blank TV screen. “I stayed for a tour and I made great friends and became admired by the people in higher offices.” I continue. I was hoping to warm him up to the idea that maybe it was an arranged marriage without the consent from my family. Maybe the backlash will be less. Either way, they couldn’t know the truth, not after everything we’ve risked.

“Is that how you met Mya?” Dan asks out of the blue. The blood from my face drained so quickly and my heart rushed; beating harder and faster. Crap.

“H-How – How’d you f–find out about M–her” Tripping over my words a few times did not help make me sound confident. Dan took a sip of his drink and looked at me in the eyes before he said anything else.

“Peyton called. He was wondering if Mya is his new sister and if he would need to move out of his room. I asked if he told his mother and he said he hadn’t. That’s your job for when she comes back.” Dan took another sip of his drink.

“You're not mad?” I ask. Dan chuckled at me before answering.

“Damon, You’re 21 years old, plus I'm the last person you need to be running your life. I'm mad that you didn’t tell us you’re married but congrats on getting married.” He smiles. “Honestly, I'm happy you found someone, I never thought you'd love anyone. When your mother had skype you and you’d say you’re still single, I was starting to get worried. I’ll take you to the pub tomorrow night.”

“Bu–“

“You can order a Coke or whatever.” Dan cuts me off and we start laughing. “But seriously though, tell your mother. I'm not doing it and she will be angry. She scares me just thinking about it.” Dan points out and I chuckle at him.

Mya called me later in the evening, apologising again for dropping the bomb on everyone. The kids didn’t get back till 4:30 and none of them spoke to me while Jasper and Logan tried to offer me a weak smile. Mum came home from the restaurant late in the evening. Peyton and the twins were already in their rooms while Jasper was eating cereal for a midnight snack and Logan had gone back to the foster home.

“Hey mum, I need to tell you something.” I lock eyes with Jasper, and he scurried off to his room with the cereal still in his hands. Dan and my mother sat down on the couch while I stood in front of the fireplace.

“When I was in the army, I met someone, and I fell in love with her. Our last mission was really dangerous and I wanted to spend the rest of my life with this girl so I asked her to marry me.” I could see Dan in pain via my mother's hand on his leg. She had her ‘staying positive’ smile plastered on her face but I could see that she will explode. “We got married in the little chapel at the base.” She didn’t say anything. I couldn't breathe. I can feel my throat closing. 

“Mum, I have a wife.”