Chapter Eleven
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“Logan!” I yelled. My throat instantly turning to gravel. “We have to go back.” I fought against Jon. “We can’t leave him.” I tried to elbow him in the gut, in the face, punching him in the groin. It all just bounced off of him.
“No. We can’t. That would get both of us killed.” He pulled me back to our boat and forced me up the ladder.
I fell onto the thin carpeted floor of the boat, water splashed off of me and squished out of my suit. I stood and dove back over. In my head, I knew that it was useless because Jon would just chase me down again, but as I hit that water a second time, my heart told me that I had to get Logan.
I didn't even make it ten feet away from the boat before Jon’s hands once again pulled me back. I didn’t even try to fight this time. I knew we would die if we went back aboard that ship with this state of mind. Instead, I just sobbed. The whole way back to the shore. The walk back to the cabin went by fast, mostly because I was too out of it to realize each step I took. My heart hadn’t begun aching yet. I hadn’t thought about his fate either.
When we got back to the cabin, I collapsed onto the couch. My head rested on Yulliana's lap as she tried to comfort me as best as she could while Jon explained what had happened. She ran her hand over my hair. I felt numb.
How could this happen, to my Logan. How could I leave the ship without checking to make sure he was there behind me. Then I realized, Jon pulled me over the edge of the ship. I didn't get the chance to check on Logan.
I sat up, anger replaced my numb feeling. "This is all your fault." I seethed at Jon.
He looked taken aback, "what do you mean?"
"If you hadn't pulled me over, I could've saved him. I could've helped!" I yelled at him.
"Oh bull." Jon spat, "this isn't my fault and you know it. I was making sure you got the hell out of there."
"Liar!" I screamed and jumped from the couch, getting ready to start swinging at him.
Yulliana grabbed my arms and pulled me back. "Charlie." She hugged me, "don't take this out on Jon. Let's focus our energy into getting Logan back." She soothed me.
I slowly sunk down to the floor, breaking down again. She was right. I'm not mad at Jon, I'm just mad in general.
"Let's get you to bed." She helped lift me off of the floor and walked up the stairs with me.
At the top of the steps was Logan’s and my attack room. The bed is still messy from last night, his dirty clothes sat in the corner, and his smell just lingered in the room.
I slowly sat on the bed. Yulianna pulled blankets over me. She patted my back once more before walking out of the room. I reached my hand out and touched Logan’s cold side of the bed. Tears steamed down my face as the sinking feeling of never seeing him again filled my chest.
“Do you think he’s alive?” Yulianna asked downstairs. I could hear everything down there. The cabin is old and rickety.
“I don’t want to think about it.” Jon's voice cracked.I hadn’t even bothered to ask him if he was okay, or thought about how hard it was for him to leave. They were like brothers.
I cried myself to sleep, then tossed and turned the rest of the night.
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