"Amelia? What in God's name is going on here?"

Logan, Ethan, and I turned our faces up to a wide-eyed dad standing a few feet away from us.

His eyes frantically dashed around from my ragged form to the two equally disheveled boys on either side of me before he quirked both his eyebrows.

I imagined it must have been quite a scene to him. All of us down on the floor in front of the whole neighborhood. Which I think was the reason why none of us uttered a word. What could we have said? None of us expected an interruption, and when the interruption actually happened, it came in form of the owner of the house we were so busy causing the freak show from.

"Can somebody please, explain to me what is going on here?"

I blinked.

That was a good question. What the hell was going on? But thank God before any of us could think of an excuse to give, dad raised his hand to stop us from answering before he pointed his finger towards the entrance door.

"Inside. Now."

Shamefully, I nodded my head while both Ethan and Logan helped me up. I was in a lot of trouble. I was going to have to explain to dad what was going on. Dad had never seen me in any kind of weird situations before. I guess not living together contributed to that, but still, I never wanted him to witness any peculiar behavior from me.

"You guys just go home, okay?" I took a deep breath, mentally preparing to go face dad. "I gotta go."

"I meant all of you."

Oh!

Dad apparently had other ideas.

Those ideas of his were surely not going to be pleasant. I wasn't ready to face all three men and after everything, I was sure as hell, wasn't ready to go through the awkward questions with him while the boys listen.

Speaking of the boys, none of them had anything to say except to glare at each other in a fleeting moment as if they were sending each other the 'this is your fault' mental note. Well, they could glare at it other as much as they wanted. There was no way around it. With the final deep breath, I made my way inside the house following behind dad who was galloping his way through the doors, and behind me, were the two boys.

Dad didn't walk straight to the living room. He waited just behind the doors. As soon as the last person got inside, which was Logan, he closed and locked the door behind him.

We were in big trouble.

Nobody was going anywhere until dad said so, or at least until he got what he wanted from us. Without any other word spoken, he brushed past us and into the living room.

We followed.

Quietly.

Let me tell you. My nerves were killing me. There were so many ways things would get even uglier. Lots of scenarios ran through my mind at high speed. What was dad thinking? What was Ethan thinking and most importantly, what was my boyfriend thinking?

See, one thing I knew for sure was that, Dad knew Ethan and he definitely pinned for him. Without even knowing if the guy was indeed interested in me, by the way. Logan on the other hand, not so much. He was at the disadvantage. Heck, dad didn't even know I had a boyfriend.

"Sit down, " he said after the three of us just stood there, watching him as if we were lost and had no idea what to do next.

"So?" He clicked his tongue once all of us huddled together on the three seater's sofa in front of him. Me between the two boys. "What was all that about?"

"Well, " I started. "Dad, that was nothing, really. Just a misunderstanding."

His eyes narrowed a fraction before he assessed me from my head to my toes and moved on to assess the two boys on either side of me.

"Anyone else has any other explanation? Because this..." He pointed all five of his fingers to each one of us. "This does not look like nothing to me."

"It was my fault, " Logan spoke, surprising all of us. My eyes widened as I turned my head around to look at him. Dad looked at him and Ethan looked at him.

Only one question repeated itself in my head. Was it his fault? What was he doing? All he did was showing up there, looking for answers. Answers, that I hadn't even given to him yet. He showed up for that and instead, found me inside Ethan's car, on our way to some restaurant for a coffee without any care in the world.

So, if anything, I would say everything was my fault.

My heart dropped. There he was, taking the burden. What was wrong with me? Did I forget everything I've been through just because Ethan wanted to take me out for coffee? Logan and I, we just came out of a fight and I should have lean on him for support after the crappy day I had.

Dad looked at him, then at me, then back to him and raised his eyebrows.

"Really? And who are you exactly?"

"My name is Logan; sir, and I am Amelia's boyfriend."

The questions, maybe surprise on dads' eyes when he looked at me was overwhelming.

For some reason, before I could stop it, I recoiled within myself and I hated it. I shouldn't have felt like that in front of my dad. I loved Logan and dad's surprised face shouldn't have made me feel guilty whatsoever. But it did. Goddammit, it did.

I don't know what on earth he thought. Did he really expect me to be single? That I was still a little girl? I was seventeen, almost eighteen for crying out loud.

I cleared my throat and swiped my entire palm between Logan and dad back and forth. "Yeah, dad meet Logan, Logan, dad. "

Silence fell over all of us like a heavy blanket. Scratch that, add another blanket on top of that. The way dad stared at Logan was nerve-wracking, to say the least.

Ethan, on the other hand, sat there brooding like he was quietly plotting ways to kill Logan, or maybe me. I couldn't say for sure.

"Okay, this is ridiculous." I threw both my hands in the air. "Dad, can you please let us handle this by ourselves?"

Dad calmly pursed his lips before he bobbed his head like he was agreeing with me. He wasn't. I was wrong to think so. "Interesting," he said. "You know? I could let you do that, but the situation outside didn't seem like any of you were handling anything right." He looked at each of us one at a time. "Unless fists count as right for you, then you guys did a splendid job."

I didn't think he saw the actual fight. I thought he only knew things from the moment I was wailing like I was at a dear friend's funeral. Apparently, he saw everything else as well.

I looked down as heat spread across my cheeks. Subtly, I stole glances on either side of me to the two boys who looked equally ashamed.

"You got nothing to say to that?" He asked as if his words weren't piercing through me enough. "What was it about?"

Again, nobody answered. This time though, even I asked myself the same question. 'Why were they fighting really?'

I tried recalling everything that had happened since the moment Logan showed up. I mean, there were moments of heated words here and there but nothing that provocative to the point fists started flying around.

I was so immersed into that thought, I hadn't realized what was happening. Or rather lack of there was.

Quietness.

It was just too quiet.

Slowly, I lifted my head, and only then did I realize the reason for the stillness.

Everybody's eye was on me.

Logan had tipped his head to his right side, looking at me. Ethan had as well tipped his head to his left, gazing at me and Dad's eyes... Well, you get where I'm going with this.

You know what I did? Nothing. I sat there, dumbly staring at everyone in turn. Wondering what the hell?

When the staring was too much, I threw my hands up again. "Oh, come on, " I said. "Don't tell me that..."

I was cut short by a loud knock at the front door and Margaret's screeching sound yelling for somebody to open the door.

"Hold that thought." Dad held out his forefinger as he got up from his seat. None of us moved or said anything to that.

The Boys were fighting for me. For me! Which meant both of them were jealous, which also meant, Logan loved me. Sadly, that meant Ethan possibly had some kind of feelings for me as well.

Crap.

"Dad, why did you lock the doors?" Margaret's voice rung all the way from the entrance door to the living room.

Before dad could even answer her, her feet padded through the floor in hurried steps, coming closer and closer to the living room.

The moment Margaret entered the living room, she stopped. The three of us turned our heads around to look at her only to be met with her wide eyes and an open mouth.

Like she couldn't believe what was in front of her, her eyes flickered from me to Logan to Ethan then back to Logan before her mouth hung open even wider in awe.

"Holy... Hell."

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