echolls_cursed | Halloween Plot

They'd been spared.

It was Halloween morning, and there wasn't a pair of hooker-boots between them. It was a huge relief, one which they promptly celebrated with a little roughhousing and a lot of kissing. Both of which were going well until Logan backed into one of Neil's shelves, knocking it down and banging his head.

That sort of killed the mood.

After a brief argument about who's fault it had been, Neil had left in hopes of borrowing some nails and a hammer from the building crew, leaving Logan to tidy up and get dressed. He wasn't alone for long though, and when Logan heard the door open behind him, he instantly assumed it was Joe, coming to see just what the hell they'd been doing.

"You know, in some cultures, they have this thing called 'knocking'. Apparently it stops people from walking in on one another while they're getting dressed," Logan quipped, pulling on a t-shirt and turning around.

He really wished he hadn't.

""Nothing I haven't seen before," Aaron replied, his voice laced with that carefully practiced tone of a loving father. "I spent a good six years bathing you after all."

Something told him that Aaron wasn't going to simply vanish this time, and Logan struggled with himself for a moment as he tried to decide how to react. "You mean the Nanny spent six years bathing me," he corrected, forcing himself to stay casual and relaxed. "Rosalita always had a softer touch than you anyway."

Aaron laughed, a forced and cold sound that Logan was all too familiar with. The calm before the storm. "I've missed you, Logan. I'm really looking forward to becoming a family again."

Logan just shook his head. "You're not my family anymore," he said firmly, voice level and calm. "I'm twenty now, and you're not my father. You were never my father. Just the asshole that..."

He was promptly cut off by the back of Aaron's hand as it hit his cheek, snapping his head to the side with a sound that seemed to echo off the hut walls. "Don't be disrespectful," his father said simply. "I don't care how old you are, you are my son, and you'll show me some respect. You're right, you're not a child anymore, and I won't treat you like one if you don't act like one."

Rubbing his cheek, Logan glared, fighting back the feeling of fear that sat deep in his gut. "You're not my father," he said again, looking up at the older man for a long moment, and then trying to push past him so he could leave.

He really should have known better, but after all this time, he didn't want to be the weak child he'd been two years ago. He didn't want to cave and let Aaron shove him around. He'd built a new life here, and if would take more than a slap in the face to get him to give it up. When Aaron grabbed his arm though, fingers digging into his forearm as he shoved him roughly back into the room and onto the bed, Logan couldn't fight the fear any longer. In that moment, he was seven again, and Aaron... Aaron was the most frightening person in the world.

Mouth open slightly, there was an obvious look of panic on Logan's face as he watched Aaron move closer.

"Is this how it has to be?" he father asked. "Twenty years old, and you still need to be taught how to treat someone with respect? It's embarrassing, Logan, I hope you know that. You should be ashamed of this." Fingers moving to his belt, Aaron just shook his head as he slipped it free from the belt loops on his jeans. "We'll do it this way then."

Logan didn't even argue. He knew better than that. In the long run, the belt tended to be the better option. It was usually enough to calm Aaron down, preventing bloody noses or broken bones. That didn't make it any easier to swallow though, and Logan's stomach turned as he got to his feet and pulled off his shirt. He didn't need to be told to face the wall, he just did it, forcing his mind to go blank as he heard Aaron step up behind him.

"You know I only do this because I love you," he heard his father say... right before the first lash fell.

When it was over, Logan's back burned, and he wasted no time pulling his shirt back on. "I need you to leave," he said calmly, glancing at his father. "You can go to the compound... that big building... you can get a room or something. You can't be here though. Alright?"

Aaron just raised a brow. "Don't want to introduce me to your boyfriend then? You're lucky you're mother's not alive to hear about that. It would have killed her."

Logan just frowned, knowing that wasn't true. "Lucky you drove her to suicide you mean," he corrected coldly. And this time... This time he waited to hit the ground.

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"I know," I say quietly, "But I am not leaving you. If that's what you think's gonna happen, you're wrong."

"So what do we do then?" Logan asked seriously. "How do we get through this?"

"I don't know," I answer softly, running my fingers over my hair and heaving out a sigh.

"I'm not running," Logan said again, as if Neil hadn't heard him the first ten times.

"There has to be a way to.... stop him."

"Aside from the obvious..." I say, looking up at him blankly, "He doesn't really seem to be the 'listen to reason' type. Though he did back the fuck off real quick when I pointed out that fucking around with you's a little more dangerous here than it was back in Neptune."

"Maybe that'll scare him off," Logan said, sounding less than hopeful.

"Maybe," I sigh, but that's pretty fucking unlikely. "Or not. You think he wants his son fucking around with a whore? He's not exactly real up on the idea. He's gonna make things hell for us."

"You know I won't let him hurt you though, right?" Logan asked. "I won't let him get between us either, Neil. I swear."

"I know," I say, but I look away 'cause maybe I'm not so sure he won't do something completely stupid. Even thinking about letting that fucker back into his life rates pretty fucking high.

"You don't believe me," Logan said quietly, looking hurt before quickly covering with anger.

"Whatever, I'm going to go see Joe."

"No, I didn't say that, Logan. That's not... Please, don't. Just... stay here, or I'll go with you, whatever," I say, getting to my feet and scrubbing my hand over my short-cropped hair.

"No, you'll stay here," Logan said firmly. "I want you to barricade the door after I leave. Push the bed in front of it, and don't let anyone in until I get back, alright?"

"Logan, come on..." I say, half pleading with him. Maybe it's a little bit of me not wanting to be left alone, but mostly it's not wanting to let him out of my sight with that bastard running around. "I'm not fucking hiding in here while you go out in that."

"I need you to be safe," Logan said. "I swear, Neil. I will chain you to that bed if you don't promise me that you'll stay here while I'm gone."

"No, I'm coming with you," I argue, feeling like I'm about ten years old, but I don't fucking care. I don't get why I've gotta stay here anyway. "Goddammit, I need you to be safe."

"I'm fine, okay?" Logan said, close to pleading with the other boy. "I can handle him. I'm just gonna check on Joe and then come right back."

"Fuck... Alright. Fine. Goddammit, Logan. Just... just be careful, okay?" I say, clinching my fists when my hands start to shake.

"I'll be right back, okay?" Logan said again. "I promise. Noting is going to happen. Look... come here for a minute."

Sighing, I make my way over to him, stopping just a few inches away and forcing myself to meet his eyes. I know I'm just being fucking stupid, but I just don't want him going out there alone. Not after watching him hit his head like that. Not after seeing how mauled his back is.

"I love you," Logan said, tugging Neil closer and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "I love you, and I'll be back soon."

I heave out another heavy sigh, pressing another kiss to the corner of his lips and reaching out to slip my arms briefly around his waist. "Asshole," I mutter in between another kiss and then another before stepping back completely. "Put your shirt back on."

"Pass me a clean one?" Logan asked, not wanting Joe to see any blood.

Walking over to the fallen shelves, I pluck one up off the floor, shaking out all the wood-dust before handing it over.

"I love you. I dunno what the fuck I'd do if something happened to you. Not just now but... ever. You know that, right?"

"I know," Logan said quietly, taking the shirt and pulling it on. "I know, alright? I'll... I'll be careful. No stunts, I promise."

"Alright, fine. I'm not waiting all fucking day, either," I mutter, reaching down to hang onto Max's collar so he won't try and follow him.

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