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I opened my eyes to find a room of all white. White walls, white ceiling, white curtains, and white equipment.

I let my eyes adjust before frowning in confusion. "W-where am I?" I whispered to myself and tried to sit up, but gasped at the sight of an IV in my arm.

"You're in the hospital." I jumped at the sound of Logan's voice. He was sitting on a couch a few feet away from me, sitting back with his arms crossed.

"The hospital?" Immediately, a flood of memories ran through my mind, giving me the worst migraine.

"Are you in pain?"

"Y-yes, my head hurts so bad. How long have you been here?" I grasp my forehead and look at him again.

"You've been in a coma for ten days, I've been here for seven of those days." He stands up, walking towards me slowly. I finally got a better look at his face and froze at his cold expression.

"I have?" I blink rapidly and sit up in the bed.

"Yeah. And for seven days, I sat here holding your hand, begging for you to wake up. But it's kind of funny now, when I think about it." He sits down at the edge of my bed, a phone in his hand.

"Is that my phone?" My heart drops as I stare at it.

"As a matter of fact, it is." He holds up the phone and smiles. Unlike the smile he used to give me, this one only made me nervous.

"Well, um, can I see it?" I rubbed my tired eyes and cleared my throat.

"Sure, but before that, I want to confide in you about what I found." He easily unlocks my phone to my absolute surprise and scrolls through it.

"Logan, hey! What are you doing!" I try to take it from him but my stomach felt sore and I stopped. He held it away from me with ease.

"Stop talking," he snaps at me and continues going through my phone.

I flinch at his tone and stare at him in shock.

"I went back to your house to clean up and make sure nothing would remind you of what happened. What you did. This was three days ago. I was going to bring a change of clothes for you and some of your toiletries in hopes that you'd wake up. I also brought your phone." He waves it around and gives me an eerie smile, that makes me believe he already knows.

"I suppose it wouldn't be hard to guess how surprised I'd be to find out that my father texted you. I didn't think too much of it, considering how he liked you and thought you worked fairly hard."

"But I noticed a text. My dad doesn't even text me, he always calls. So why the hell would he be sending you texts and calling you while not saying a word to me?" He raises a brow and cross his arms, my phone still in his hand.

"I-I don't know. Logan, what is this about? I just want to see my phone and check if—"

"No one checked up on you, if that is what you were wondering. No one. I was the only one here for you. The only fucking one. So answer me, right fucking now, what the hell were you and my father discussing behind my back. Don't you dare lie to me." He looks away from me and rubs his temples.

"Logan, I already told you—" he cuts me off with a laugh.

"Wow. You know what, that's fine. Maybe you're feeling a little shy right now. Let's dive in, shall we? . Care to explain that shit?"

My heart drops and I stare at him at a loss for words.

"Doesn't ring a bell? Well let's continue. Oh! Here's a voicemail. " I squeeze my eyes shut and look at my hands.

"Explain, now." Whatever patience he started with before was long gone. His eyes were cold and dark as he stared at me.

"Logan, you have to believe that I would never do anything to hurt you, not without good reason. Your father threatened to ruin my entire career if I let you leave me! Your father is the evil one, not me. I didn't know what else to do to make you stay!" I wipe the tears streaming down my face, sniffling every now and then.

He says nothing, so I continue. "I decided to-to attempt suicide to keep you from leaving me." I bow my head, feeling enormous guilt flood over me.

Logan stands and walks toward the window. "Do you have any idea the amount of pain and stress you've cost me? I left my wife for you!" He laughs sarcastically, his arms outstretched. "I'm so fucking stupid. Do you feel any remorse at all? Any? Or are you just that awful of a fucking person?"

"Logan, I was afraid. Your father is powerful and he could ruin me, I had to do what I—" he runs over to me and wraps his hands around my throat with a tight grip, I gasp in shock.

"No! Don't you dare justify your actions with that shit!" I swat at his hands in panic, he releases me and I gasp for air. I coughed repeatedly, clutching my throat.

"All I want is for you to admit that what you did was wrong, that's all. Just tell me that you at least thought about how this would make me feel? At least once?"

Tears dropped from my eyes, down to the blanket that rested on top of me. "Logan, I'm so sorry. I-I never meant for any of this to happen. You have to believe me."

"You were pregnant."

I flinch at his words, and look up at him. "What?"

"You were pregnant when you tried to kill yourself. Does that make you feel anything?" He turns to me, his eyes bloodshot, tears caught in his lashes.

"Logan, I—" I broke off my words with a sob, a hand around over my mouth. "No, no, I promise I didn't know that! I would never—"

"You would never what? Answer me this, would you use the baby to keep me here rather than this suicide attempt?"

"I..." I blinked rapidly, at a loss for words. I already knew the answer, I didn't want to lie to him anymore. My silence spoke for me. My lips quivered as the tears fell, I couldn't look him in the eye.

"You have ruined everything for me." He walks over to me and snatches the pillow from behind my back swiftly. "You're like a parasite. You push your way into people's lives and slowly kill them until they can't stand you anymore. I'm fucking done."

My mind had trouble reacting to the fast move he made. In a second, he pressed the large pillow over my head and pushed his weight over it. I screamed his name, I screamed for him to let me up, I screamed.

But I knew it was muffled, no one would save me. Time seemed to stop as I suffocated on empty gasps, scratching any part of his body that I could.

The beeping of the heart monitor began to speed up, my panic evident to my own ears.

I struggled, he struggled for what felt like years. I felt even more weight placed on the pillow, the pressure making my mind split in two. I couldn't fight him, I couldn't save myself.

I choked once more, my chest heaving, begging for oxygen.

The heart monitor slowed, the sound of his grunts, sound itself faded. With a short and final pant, the life left my body.