I spent the whole night thinking only of how to deal with my father, especially now that he already included Logan in this mess. Are they really trying to get on my nerves? Logan is one of the nicest man I know besides Lucas, and he will do everything he can to help us. And having him involved in this is wrong. How can my father sleep at night that he is torturing his daughter just to have things go along with his plans? Fathers should be the one taking care of their daughters, right? Or did I was taught wrong?

This never ending pain in our life will never stop. And so is my Dad.

“I need to find another place to stay, Logan.” I confessed, ending with this choice. I shake my head and closed my eyes tightly. “I don’t want you to be involved in my Dad’s wrath.”

Logan made an unpleasant look. “You can’t leave, Talia. Especially now that I saw in my own eyes how much your father can do. You must stay here.”

I scoffed and helped him out to his bed. He was beaten awfully and luckily, he didn’t have any broken boys or anything. Just bruises, cuts, a black eye and swollen in some places. He rested his back on the headrest and winced at the pain is spreading through his body. It hurts seeing him like this because it is my fault. He is in this situation because of me.

“Aren’t you scared, Logan? You are our friend, and you got beaten. You’re lucky they didn’t broke any bones you have or kidnapped you…or worse, even kill you. My Dad can have you killed if he say so.” I explained, crossing my arms. “If your house suddenly burns one day, I can’t deal with it. I can’t accept the thought that you lost your house because of me, Logan. Think about it.”

Logan sigh and not a single sign fear was seen in his eyes or face. “First of all Talia, you are like a sister to me, I wouldn’t regret helping you even if it means to lose my house. Second, I promised Lucas that I will protect you. And lastly, I am not afraid. Why should I be? They are just bunch of men trying to scare us. Lucas will not be happy about this but wait for him before you decide on leaving on your own. I can’t let you wander off the street at this time. No, sorry. But I am still a gentleman and I am your friend.”

Shit. Logan is making this harder. To be clear, I never had any romantic feelings about him. He is one of Lucas’ most trusted person and so do I. He helped us a lot and we just returned the favours. We will never bring each other down for sure.

I wanted to cry in front of Logan but I won’t. This is no time to be weak and I must tell Lucas about this. Walking out of his room so can rest, I called Lucas but he won’t pick up his phone. It took me several calls to just give it a rest. He must be driving or he is busy. Well, he will call me as soon as he checks his phone.

I waited for his call for the whole night but nothing came. It is very unusual for him to not call back because he always have his phone stuck with him. The next morning, I was sitting at the balcony, contemplating out of somewhere when suddenly, I woke up to my senses when I see a familiar figure approaching from the front gate. My eyes widen and nearly jumped in excitement to notice that it is just the man that I am waiting for.

I was going to run to him when I noticed something bad.

Oh no.

I dashed towards him and checked his face. Why does he also have bruises and wounds in his face? He even has a cut on his lip. “Lucas…what happened to you?” I nearly burst out into tears, reaching to cup his face. But he avoided it but turning his head on the other side. My heart shattered because of his gesture.

“Logan…he was in the same condition, am I right?” he asked, through gritted teeth. His eyes are cold and full of anger. As if he is ready to murder someone. I have never seen him in this kind of expression before and I’m scared of what he is planning to do.

His hands were cold as ice, and he couldn’t get to look at me in the eyes. “I need to see him.” Hastily, he walked past me and got inside the house. Logan is in the living room, having a smoke and he wasn’t expecting to see his friend.

“Looks like this shit also happened to you.” Logan tried to sound humorous but it didn’t lift up the tension.

I was standing behind my husband and his fist is clenched tightly. “Babe, everything’s alright. Y-you should sit and calm down, a-and…let’s talk about this.”

Lucas turns to me with the same look in his face. “Calm down? Talia, you expect me to calm down after knowing all of these?!” he snapped, his chest is raising up and down.

Logan glared at his friend. “Hey, don’t talk to your wife like that and she is right. You need to calm yourself and don’t let anger consume you.” He lectured him.

I gulped and feels like shrinking down because of the intensity in his eyes. It is terrifying me at some point. I never been this scared of him. “Lucas…” I slowly approached him and took his hand in mine, taking them to my cheek.

Logan was the one who gave us our privacy by going marching to his room. Lucas blinked a few times before finally speaking up. “Your father is stepping beyond the line here, Talia. He can’t involve other people into our mess. That’s bullshit!” He grunted, throwing himself on the couch.

I sigh and sat down next him, letting a few seconds of silence to pass before I raised my hand to cup his cheek. A small bruise was formed there and wounds all over him. “What happened?”

Lucas avoided my gaze by turning the other way and shrugging my hand off. That did shocked me and he never did things like this to me. As if like he is angry at me at some point. “I was driving Silvia home when suddenly a car stops right in front of us. I thought they wanted her but it turns out, they were looking for me. They shoved me out of the car and punched me right there on the road. I wasn’t able to win against all six of them. Good thing, they spared my life and had the time to threaten me after all that.”

My chest tightens hearing him say that. Tears are like waterfalls flowing down my cheeks. At this moment, I am out of words. But other than that, I’m grateful for one thing…

He leans back to the couch, rested the back of his head and let out a very deep breath. “Why are you crying?” he asked, without even looking at me.

“I’m so glad you’re still alive.” I cried, whining like a kid and covered my face with my hands.

And that was his cue, Lucas raised to sit up straight and looked at me. But why does I feel so different around him? He seems like he is not the usual romantic husband. He seems distant. He didn’t try to give me a hug since he came and it is frustrating me,

But with me crying like this, somehow the icy look in his face finally melts down and what I am just waiting from him happened. He quickly pulled me into his arms and kissed me torridly. He is holding me too tight in his arms as if he is doesn’t want to let me go. My eyes were opened and I see that his eyes were closed tightly that wrinkles formed at the side. Just with this touch, I can feel his grief and worries.

“Lucas…?” I speak out when he pulled away. “I know you have something in mind that you can’t tell me. Do you want me to go to my Dad and talk to him?”

Fear washed over his face. “What? No! You can’t leave me.”

“No, I’m not going to leave you!” I quickly assured him and chuckled slightly. “I’m just going to talk to my Father.” “

Please, don’t talk to him, Talia. He will take you away from me.” Wait, is that fear in his tone as well? He sounded so scared at the thought of me talking to my Dad.”

I looked at him puzzled. “Fine, I won’t talk to him. Jeez, just calm down. I will go get you some water.” Raising to my feet and walked over to the fridge to get him some glass of water.

It’s a rare sight that Lucas looks like he is panicking and the usual power and fearless eyes cannot be seen. When I finally handed him the water, he gripped my hand tightly instead and looked intently into me. “No matter what happens, Talia…don’t go to your Dad…promise me. Please.”

My breath hitched and look at him with wide eyes. “W-what?” is he pleading me?

“Please…?”

His eyes are hypnotising me to nod my head and say the word. “Okay.” Then he finally relaxes. “You need to be extra careful from now on, Talia. God knows what your Father will do next.”

I sigh and nodded my head. “Just…calm your nerves, Lucas. My Dad maybe evil but one thing I’m sure is that he won’t hurt me…physically.”

“That’s good to know. I can finally remove that thing off my chest.” He sigh then finally manages to smile. “Jeez, I’m sure everything will be okay in the end, Talia. We can do this as long as we are together.”

I smiled back in agreement. “Everything will be okay, so rest.” I whispered at him and pulled his head to me as I lie down on the couch. He is on top of me while I massage his head using my fingers. “Everything will be okay.” My voice is soft as the wind, biting my lip to hold myself from sobbing.

I’m sorry, Lucas. I might disobey you on this one.

My mind is made up.

I will talk to my Dad and settle this once and for all.

Once Lucas goes back to work, this thing between me and my Dad will go down.

Now, how can tell my them about my baby? Jeez, too many conflicts going on and I fear for my child.

To be continued...