Some Kind of Hell by London Casey Read Free Book Online

thanks to the vodka.
    Logan came back into the room with a white bucket and a towel. He put it next to the bed and when he bent over, I noticed the way his shirt pulled up. I saw something on his right side and pointed to it.
    “What’s that?” I asked.
    Leave it to drunk Annie to just barge into people’s personal lives, right?
    Logan stood up and looked around. “What?”
    “On your side,” I said. “You don’t have a tattoo or something, do you?”
    “No,” Logan said. “Not at all. I leave the tattoos and piercings to the other guys.”
    “Well, what is it?” I insisted.
    “Annie, get some sleep.”
    Logan turned the light off and walked back to the bed and turned on the lamp on the nightstand. It was the perfect amount of light... for... well, a guy and girl to have in a room together, alone.
    “No, I won’t get some sleep,” I said and started to sit up.
    Logan reached for me and I swatted his hand out of the way.
    “Annie...”
    “Logan...”
    We looked at each other. He slowly touched me again. His fingers touching my cheek. He shook his head and smiled.
    “You are so complicated,” he said. “And I barely know you.”
    “You don’t know a thing,” I said.
    “I do,” Logan said. “You’re holding onto time for comfort because you’re afraid to let something - or someone - go.” I opened my mouth but Logan wasn’t done talking. “The same reason why I have the roommate I do.”
    “You know what? Whatever.”
    Logan laughed. “ Whatever...” He mocked me and curled his lip. “You want to see whatever? You want to know about whatever?”
    Logan stood from the bed and for a second I saw him leaving. I saw him storming out of the room and slamming the door. Sure, I had been pushing him - maybe from the second I met him and his beautiful eyes - wanting him to storm away, but did I really want him to leave?
    No.
    I wanted him to be there.
    To stay with me.
    To talk to me.
    To never give up on me.
    I wanted the attention and I thought I deserved it.
    Logan stood for a few seconds looking at me. I could tell he debated on what to do. What I expected was him to tell me something important. What I didn’t expect was for him to tear his shirt off his body. As it went up and over his head, my jaw dropped. I wanted to say something but my breath was stolen for a few seconds.
    His body was clean and toned.
    Like really toned.
    I could see the outlines of every possible muscle imaginable. He turned just the top half of his body, making his stomach muscles flex in such a way that I knew I’d never forget it. He lifted his arm and showed me what I had been wanting to see.
    The jagged line coming out of his pants was a scar.
    “Oh, shit,” I said. “Logan... what happened?”
    “Well, it’s a two part story,” he said. “One that involves my grandfather saving me and one involving music saving me.”
    I swallowed and sat up. My head spun and hurt, but I forced myself to focus on Logan. I wanted to hear everything. I hated to admit that I enjoyed seeing someone else in pain, but I did. Especially Logan. I thought maybe he and I could connect like Scarlett and Tripp did.
    “I was born with some problems,” Logan said.
    I laughed. I didn’t mean to, but the way he said it...
    “I’m sorry,” I said.
    “It’s cool. Whatever. But I needed surgery right after I was born. Everything went well, obviously, but that was sort of the beginning. When I was six, I woke up with pain everywhere. I don’t remember much of being a kid, but I remember that pain. It was everywhere inside me. So bad that I eventually blacked out from it. I was rushed to the hospital and went into surgery again. I had an infection or something, I don’t remember that part of it. Just the pain. So much fucking pain. Even after the surgery and even with the medicine, there was so much pain. I figured everyone just assumed it was me being a baby, right? Like I didn’t know what real pain felt like.”
    “Christ,