Unknown (LL love story)

"LOGAN LOGAN LOGAN!" I heard my sister scream.

Hi, my name's Taylor I'm 18 and my sister loves Logan Lerman. She's 8.

Here's the story:

Logan and I were childhood friends and we always hung out. You see Logan is really famous so he had to move to LA. He didn't even say goodbye to his best friend!

What will happen when we are reunited? Will he forget me all together or not?


8. Scared To Death

The first person to look up at me was Logan. He was the only one who knew about my uncle, my uncle has been searching for me for 4 years and I guess he finally found me. He has an obsession. But now I'm scared. I'm afraid that he will find me and take me back to his rathole and I do t want to be abused again. I have to skip town. Now.

I looked straight back at Logan with scared eyes and everyone else looked confused.

He must've sensed that I felt scared, and he was the first one to speak.

"I don't think she should go home back to her house, she may get woozy again and faint. I'll take her to my place and make sure she's okay for the night."

I noticed that he said "she" the whole time, so he definitely didn't know my name, along with what Kayla said.

Later that night, I remember sitting in Logan's car while he drove me back to his house.

The minute I stepped in his house, I saw Lisa and Larry Lerman sitting in the living room, curled up in the couch, watching an old black and white movie. "Hey sweetie!" Lisa exclaimed. "Who's this?" She nodded in my direction.

"Oh, this is..uh..Courtney! She's my friend..Can she stay the night?" Logan sounded strange.

"Sure! Make yourself at home hun!" Larry Lerman said.

"Wait.." Lisa said. "Don't I know you from somewhere?" She asked me.

"Hmm, I don't think so ma'am" I said, trying to sound convincing.

Then I walked with Logan up the stairs.

"What was that about?" He asked me.

"Um I don't know" I replied.

I walked with my head down when he stopped in front of me.

"My mom and I both said you look familiar! You have to tell me who you are sooner or later." He said.

"I know" I said softly.

"Why won't you tell me now? Why are you hiding this from me?" He mumbled. Logan looked really upset. Like a puppy in the dog pound.

"I can't" I blurted.

"Why not?" He asked me. "What's so important that you can't tell me!" He exclaimed.

We walked down a narrow hallway, all with plaques saying GUEST ROOM 1, GUEST ROOM 2, and so on. I picked a random one, grabbed my bag, turned around and said, "I'm sorry. Goodnight"

I locked the door and turned around to face the room. The guest room looked exactly like a luxurious hotel room. It was dazzling, spectacular, whatever word pops into your head! There was a multi-thread count blue and white quilt draped in the bed, golden-colored drapes lining the windows, and a separate bathroom with a flat screen tv, not to mention the one hanging from the wall. There was a small fireplace and a dresser to keep my things. It also had a small walk-in closet with custom hangers. I don't think I wanted to leave! I could probably hide in this big house for years and they would still not find me.

Then I remembered who's house I was in. I got really sad thinking about it. I wish I could tell him but I don't know how. "Hey I'm your best friend from Maplewood! Sorry I didn't tell you but I was mad bc you didn't get my name right on the first try!" or "Hey remember me? I'm the girl in the picture" Ugh those sounded terrifying. I'm a horrid person. I finally got the strength to lay down. The second my head touched the pillows, I was fast asleep.

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