When we met.

My Story.

Josie's P.O.V:

Lindsey is now 2 weeks pregnant and her sickness gets worse as the baby develops but she's hanging in there. As Logan doesn't know where I live me and Alfred snuck her to my house before he woke the next morning that he hurt her. Lindsey hasn't seen Logan in a week now but he's tried to find her and call her, however, none of us will let him get in contact with her, not until she tells us that she wants to see him. When we got her to my house she was so shaken up that she wouldn't leave her room and even a week later she is still hiding away for most of the day. Lindsey is covered in bruises all over her body from Logan, she found herself that repulsive she asked if she could remove all the mirrors from the room which is what I was trying to tell Alfred about the other day.

Flashback:

"Alfred, we've got a problem", I had led Alfred to the room Lindsey stayed in most of her time so that I could talk to him about Lindsey and the new changes in her behaviour. "What's wrong?" I told him that it was about Lindsey and just as he had asked if she was okay, Logan had burst through the door interrupting us both. "Where is she?"

End of short flashback:

As Alfred refused to tell him where she was, we could both see it in his eyes and hear it in his voice that he missed her, he sounded as if he needed her. Alfred would not let him see her nevertheless but Logan then said something me and Alfred never thought we would ever hear. "Alfred, please. It's time she knew the whole truth. All of it before someone else tells her". Once he said that I and Alfred couldn't help but stand in silence. Which leads us to today as 2 days ago Alfred considered Logan's proposition but asked that he thought about it first, however, in reality, we come straight back to my house and asked Lindsey first. In the beginning, she was hesitant and refused immediately but today she comes out of her room and she decided to say yes.

Lindsey's P.O.V:

When Alfred and Josie had first asked if I wanted to see Logan and hear him out I thought they were insane and immediately said no. I didn't want to see that maniac ever again as I needed to protect my baby more than anything and if that involved giving up someone I loved most in my life, then so be it. However, two days had passed and I stayed in my room considering hearing Logan out, to see why he hurt me as much as he did and to make him look at the damage he caused to my body. I want him to see the pain he put me through when he didn't acknowledge my tears for him to stop or the number of times I screamed the safe word for him to stop. So I decided to say yes.

Logan's P.O.V:

One week I haven't seen her, touched her or heard her voice as I woke up of a morning. I was starting to lose my mind if I am like this after one week of not seeing her, what will happen if I don't see her ever again? "Alfred please", I begged as he opened the door to begin work and as I looked up at him my body froze, my eyes began to water and I suddenly felt as if I could be happy for a short while. As I looked up I saw Lindsey standing in my doorway with her arms folded across her chest and she wouldn't look me in my eyes, not once. We sat in the room with the fire that I found her in that night before hurting her. It was silent for a long time and until I asked for something I knew she might be afraid to give. "Lindsey can you please remove your clothes", her face began to crumble as if she were about to cry, she's afraid of me. "No no, not for that reason. I'm not going to hurt you ever again, I just want to see what I did to you". She shook her head at me and tried to cover herself more, I could tell she would never trust me ever again and I don't blame her. "Okay you don't have to, don't worry. I would like to know though, but not until your ready". I tried to talk to her, tried to get her to talk to me but she wouldn't budge, so I decided that now is the time for the truth. "Lindsey it's time you knew the truth. You don't have to talk but I would like it if you sat and listened".

"Okay, let's start from when I was 6 years old. At 6 years old I lived in this house with a handsome man and absolutely stunning women and they were my parents. My mom's name was Denise Jones and my father, well people know him as Michael Jones". I could see the surprise in her eyes as she heard my fathers name but she still sat there silent. "Yeah that's right, I'm the almighty son of Michal Jones. Anyway, on my birthday my mom and dad decided they would take me out for a meal, so we all got dressed up and ready to leave. On the way there I don't remember what happened but I woke up one week later in the hospital to find out both my parents had died in a car crash and that it was a miracle that I and my older brother survived. I don't like my brother that much, he never cared about our parents, he even wished them dead. Anyway enough of him. After the accident it was Alfred and Josie who raised me here, they taught me everything they knew about the business so that one day I could take over. Eventually, I began loving them as if they were my parents but I still had that guilt in the back of my mind that I was abandoning my own family. Damien, my older brother, left the minute they died. I was 6 at the time he was 12 and he left to live with his friends who tuck him in. So, in the end, it was me, Alfred, Josie and the others who worked in the house at the time. If I skip forward a little as the rest is either sloppy or you already know. Anyway, after meeting Rebecca I changed for the worst and once she disappeared again I thought it was for good until she came to my office last week with my brother. Unfortunately, for me, it was my brother that Rebecca left me for so seeing them last week made my mood go from agitated to full-blown mental. I was actually on my to come home and take you out to apologise how I acted in Hawaii but my brother and his fiancee decided to blackmail me instead. They told me if I didn't give the company to my brother, Rebecca would come here and tell you a whole load of s**t about me and probably a lot more. I know this doesn't make what I did right and I'm not trying to make excuses for my behaviour but I do hope in time Lindsey that you can forgive me". She sat in silence and didn't even act as if she had listened to a word I had said.

I got up from the seat ready to leave and was ready to open the door when she said, "Well for some reason, after all this, I still love you".