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The last bell rang, indicating that school was over. Logan walked back to the parking to take his car. He had told Emilie earlier in their calculus class to wait in the parking after the school go over.
He unlocked his car and sat on the seat, tapping his feet, waiting for Emilie. 10 minutes had passed and she didn't come.
"Let's text her. Maybe she's staying after school." he decided
"Hey, Em! Where are you? I am waiting for you in the parking. Are you staying back?" he texted her.
He wore his headphones and played a song, waiting for her reply.

"You know I have been taking some time and I've been keeping to myself" he hummed
He tapped his phone continuously on steering wheel, getting anxious.
"Emmie? Where are you???" he texted again
Again after 5 minutes.
"Hey!!! Are you alright? Where are you?"
He still got no reply. He dialled his number and put the phone on his ear. She didn't pick it up.
"Emilie!" he groaned in frustration.
He slid his headphone from his ears to his neck.
He opened the door and jumped out of the car. He locked it and sprinted to the library. He stopped in front of the door, put his hands on his knees, to catch so breath.
He opened the door quickly and went inside.
All the heads turned in his direction. He looked around, walking and going to the shelves but could see no sign of Emilie. He caught so much attention because it was the first time he had ever come to the library, in all his school life.
He quickly got out of there. He put his hands on his waist.
"Where could she possibly be?" he asked himself in frustration.
"Have either of you seen Emilie?" he messaged in their group (Lifelines)
His phone beeped with messages in 2-3 minutes.
"No bro. What happened?" Ana replied
"I also haven't seen here. Is something wrong?" Kash replied
"Nothing. Don't worry guys. *smile emoji* " he replied. He stuffed his phone in pocket.
"Her last class...." he said to himself "yeah, she had to go for dance."
He ran towards the auditorium. He burst open the door, to see no sign of any human. It was dark and empty.
His phone beeped.
"God! Please let this message be from Emilie." His phone showed that he had a text message from Emilie.
"Thank God!!" He sighed in relief.
"I am fine. Don't worry. I am back home, going to get some sleep. Dance class was really tiring. Sorry I didn't inform you." The message read.
"Thank God, you are fine. You scared the hell out of me. Take care. Call me if you need anything." He replied back.
"Okay" Emilie texted back. He kept his phone in his jeans pocket and jogged back to his car.
He drove back home and entered his house.
"Today was so tiring, man. I am going to just sleep I'll eat something later."
He went to his bedroom. On the wall in front of his bed were posters of different bands. Near the bedside table stood two guitars supported by the wall. There was a small white study table attached from the wall of the right side of the bed. On the wall behind his bed was a wall painted wolf. A large multicolored wolf.

There was a grey bedding.
He took out his shoes and jumped on the bed. He instantly fell asleep.
He woke up to his phone ringing. He lazily picked it up from the bedside table and picked up the call.
"Yes...Em?" he muttered
"Umm...I am not Em. I am.."
Logan rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He saw that the call was from an unknown number.
He sat up in his bed.
"Who are you? And how do you know my number?" he asked
"I am..I am your mother." said the woman on the other side of the phone.
"See. If this is some kind of a joke it's not funny." said Logan hotly.
"It's no joke Logan."
"How can you be my mother? She's... she's" he couldn't even said 'dead'
"I am not dead Logan. I am alive. Just away. Faraway from you. I called you today to explain myself. I couldn't bear not talking to you any more."
"What are you saying? What explanation?" he asked quietly
"The explanation for why I left."
"Why now? If cannot bear not talking to me, why did you abandon me in the first place. Why? What the was the mistake of the 2 year old me?" said Logan, his voice breaking
"Let me explain myself Logan. It wasn't your mistake. Just my and your father's misunderstanding. After you were born, your father became obsessed with you. I don't know whether it was his love for you or a reason to distance himself from me. He became possessive about every single details. From your food to your care taking. One day we had a fight. It was the most important thing for me to leave "
Logan's fists were tightening with every sentence.
"We never fought. Like the usual couples did, we never did it. Not even in college. That day I had confronted your dad about you. I told him that he wasn't letting me give my share of love to you. Not letting me enjoy my motherhood.  He sounded oblivious to it. Maybe he did not do it on purpose, but it did hurt me. Arguments, fights and tension became part of our daily routine. I was going through depression at that point. It happens to some people after delivery. So one unfortunate day, I decided to leave. I did not think that I wouldn't return for so long. It was not just me not getting to enjoy my motherhood, I started to feel suffocated sitting at home. I had always been a traveller. Sitting in one place wasn't my thing. I am now here in Stockholm. Living a new life. A different identity. I own a bakery here." she finished explaining.
"Is this some kind a movie? Why tell me now? What will I do with the knowledge of you being alive and in Stockholm? You and dad did what you had to. Why play game with me now? With my life." he said, his voice shaking with anger.
"I am sorry Logan. I just wanted to hear your voice. Once. To explain myself. I am not playing any game. This is just a genuine apology of a mother to her son. Please forgive me." her voice sounded tired and broke with the last sentences.
"I don't know what to say. All these years I have just wished for you to come back to me. And now when I am finally knowing that you are alive and talking to me, I feel confused. I am angry and happy at the same time and don't know which one to express." he sighed
"You remember the cake that is delivered at your house every year on your birthday?" she asked
"Yes. But how do you know about? Did you...?"
"Yes. I send them for you. Only part of my love that I could send you except for my blessings."
"Oh....Why did you never return, mumma?"
"I don't know. I think I was finally happy and free here. Because of your father's and my selfishness on certain matters, you had to suffer. I am really sorry Logan. I am a coward Logan. I ran away from responsibilities" she broke
"I have... always been like.. that. Maybe that's why your father never came after me. He knew me too well. He must have known that I would take some time to clear up my head."
"Don't cry please. However mad I am at you, I can't hear you crying and never will...if we meet." he said slowly, in a gentle tone. His anger was disappearing slowly.
"Bye, mumma. I don't know if I can bear listening to you anymore. I don't want to feel weak. I hope I'll see you someday."
"Bye Logan. I might return if you want me to. Your dad won't object on it. I know him very well."
"Why on earth would I not want you to return? If you can, please. But then don't leave me ever." Logan pleaded
"If you guys knew each other so well, why didn't you understand each other as well on that day? Why did you not return? Why did dad not find you?" he thought to himself.
"I promise Logan. I will return. As soon as I can. Take care. Thank you for calling me your 'mumma'. I didn't really expect you would forgive me. Please don't ask your dad anything about this or mention about this talk to him."
"I am afraid to lose people, mumma. I forgive everyone very easily. I won't. You too take care."
The whole conversation started buzzing in his again. Each line repeating. His head had started to throb. He held his head in between his palms and shouted.
"Ughh...I need to forget about this!!!" he groaned
An image of an alcohol bottle came in his mind.
He slowly stood up from the bed and opened his cupboard.
Behind his clothes was a locked drawer. He opened it and took out the bottle. He look at it for a while, thinking.
"What possible damage can a small amount do? I don't think it will harm me to drink a little. It relaxes the mind." he thought.
He unscrewed the bottle and touched the its mouth to his own. He drank a little and then, after some while, the bottle was half empty. That amount was powerful enough to make him drunk. Badly drunk. He was now out of his senses.
He closed his eyes. In his mind played a movie of all the times in his childhood when he needed his mother.
His eyes were bloodshot and tears were falling down his cheeks.
A huge flame of rage burned inside him. He picked up his car keys and walked out, locking the door behind him.
He started the car and pressed the accelerator. The needle of the speedometer was sprinting.
After driving the car roughly on the corners, almost hitting things and almost dying, he decided to go to Emilie's house. He thought that that would be the safehouse for him tonight because his dad would have returned by now. He couldn't go in this condition.
He turned his car around a corner and drove off to of Emilie's house.
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That's all folks!!!
To make the reason for Logan's mom's departure even more clear, I'll write a future chapter with Logan and his dad discussing this topic. Then you'll know the story from both P.O.V.s.
That's how our Logan was forced to drink.
I have decided that my updating schedule will be on Friday and Saturday. Saturday is completely final but I might not be able to always update on Friday. School you know * smiles sheepishly*.
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