My brother called and I had to lie to him. Logan and I had agreed to tell him that the car ran out of gas because I just couldn’t tell him what really happened.
About our clothes? They were all ruined and bloodied so Logan took me back to the cabin. I had to dress in an old shirt of his from childhood and a pair of shorts which had suspenders.
Apparently the shorts belongs to Logan too. I twirled around in front of the stranding mirror in the room we previously made love. I admired my shape and my curves. I looked like an 80’s American girl and I loved it. The only thing off about my dressing was my hair. It was rather modern.
Logan had still been in the bathroom, taking a shower to wash off all the blood from the claw cuts on his skin.
It's times like this that makes me wish I had th
