Switched Bride True Luna novel Chapter 151

Emily

My head feels like deadweight against the bed. My limbs are numb my head now throbbing, and when I open my eyes, the world slowly comes to life from all around me. I do not force myself to sit up, not allowing myself to move despite the urge to get up and run away.

My gut instinct screams at me to run away, to get as far away from his place as possible. As soon as my eyes landed on the familiar sight of my bedroom mirror, my heart calms itself down, and I am able to breathe again.

What happened last night? Did Jack drug me? Why would he do such a thing? How did I get home?

I try to move, but a muscular arm keeps me trapped in place. Looking to the side, I noticed Logan beside me, sleeping soundly. He stirs in his sleep, and I try to relax back into place to not wake him, but it is too late. His eyes flatter open, a slightly confused look flashing across his face, before he registers that it is me next to him and that I am awake.

I offer him a small smile, not wanting to make anything awkward by us, sharing a bed with one another. After spending so many days fighting with one another, so much time that has passed between us being on opposite sides of a never–ending battle, we are finally united as one in bed, acting as if and none of that was in our lives before.

“Good morning,” he groans. The man slowly sits up in bed, a yawn, escaping his lips, as he looks down at me. He reaches out and brush his hair out of my face, his arm, wrapping around my waist and pulling me closer to him.

There is an ache inside of my chest. Something unanswered, and it slowly begins to eat me alive. The confusion and hurt that` feel are covered by fog, no clarity shown on the matter of what happened to me last night.

“Logan,” I breathe out, closing my eyes, “what happened last night? Did Jack…do something to me?”

Logan’s jaw tightens. His eyes flicker away for a brief moment, and it feels as if my body goes cold. The fog in my mind thickens and I am left scrambling to pick up the pieces of my distorted and ruined memory.

“Jack drugged you and planned on…assaulting you while recording. He said that he had no choice in the matter, but I don’t know if I believe him,” Logan slowly talks to me.

My heart stops. My lungs squeeze, unable to breathe properly in this moment. I shake my head at him, denial coursing throughout my body, unable to believe that the sweet man I once knew my childhood could do something so cruel and disgusting like this.

My grip on Logan’s hand tightens. I close my eyes, mind running a mile a minute, trying to catch my breath as insecure and self deprecating thoughts flood my mind.

“He did tell us that it was your father who killed Derek all of those years ago,” the man continues to speak.

If I was not in shock before, then I am now. My eyes shoot open, and I look at logan who simply nods in response, confirming this to be the truth. Eyes well with tears, my hands trembling.

How could this be? How could my father do something so cruel like this? Has he always been so cold in nature? How have I not been able to see this before?

Lastly, why would he want to kill somebody as young and sweet as Derek?

“Did you

tell Dorothy? Is Derek going to get the justice that he deserves? Is my name going to be cleared?” the questions fall for my mouth at a rapid pace.

I open my mouth to talk again, but Logan quickly silences me, taking my hands on his own as he lets out a quiet groan. I shake my head, unable to believe the truth that has been laid out before me, but I allow Logan to calm my nerves, feeling his hand, slipped underneath my shirt and making stuff at home on my back rubbing gentle circles into my skin.

“Jack will be going to the station soon to give them his statement. Dorothy said that she will meet him there for us and that we don’t have to do a thing today. His mother will also be submitting her own video from that day as evidence because it shows your father pushing Derek off of the slide,” he speaks, and I hang onto every word, unable to look away or give my attention to

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