“Logan, who did this to you?”
Ignoring all propriety, Abigail rushed forward and pulled him into her arms, her eyes filled with pain and concern.
Logan lifted his head and stared straight at me. With absolute certainty in his voice, he pointed at me and accused, “It was you! No one else hates me enough to do this! I’m just a country bumpkin! I just like playing harmless jokes! Why would you make me suffer this kind of humiliation and torture? I just want to die! I want to die!”
As soon as he finished shouting, he scrambled to his feet and charged toward the window, only to be held back tightly by Abigail.
“Logan. Don’t be afraid. I’ll make sure you get justice.”
She kept comforting him. Her eyes brimmed with tears, and a few drops fell.
It dragged me right back to that rainy night.
Almost the same look, same expression.
So, that was it.
Her love had changed hands.
Her heart had flown far away.
“Harrison!” Abigail’s furious shout snapped me out of my thoughts. “I’m realizing you’re getting more and more vicious! Just because Logan shaved your head, you take it this far and bully him like this? Have you no shame?”