Daytonas POV

I woke up in an unfamiliar bed. There was a pounding in my head and I groaned rolling back over.

I drew the covers back up over my head when the door opened, "Morning Sleeping Beauty." I rolled my eyes at Logan's voice and sat up.

"What am I doing here? What time is it?" I asked him stretching my arms out.

"First of all you were drunk last night, you wandered out of the club and I found you in an alley. Then I brought you here." I groaned and plopped back down on the bed, "And it's 2:30, in the afternoon."

I sighed and rolled onto my side taking in the warmth of the bed. It finally occurred to me this was probably Logan's bed and my cheeks warmed.

"Come on get up." Logan walked around the bed and grabbed my arms.

"I don't want to though." Complaining I refused to cooperate with him.

"Get up Day before I make you regret it." I raised my eyebrows at him and struggled to lay back down, "Fine. Don't say I didn't warn you."

He let go of my hands and I fell back into the bed, wishing it could open up and swallow me whole.

My comfort was cut short when a heavy weight landed on my stomach.

"What the hell?" I looked up and Logan was laying across my stomach. One of the fights last night had given me a bruise on my stomach. Although I was disappointed that someone was able to hit me, it was the only bruise I took all night.

Well accept for the bruise on my pride.

I tried shoving him off me but he wouldn't budge, "Logan. Get off me! You way a ton." I shoved him some more but he snuggled up into me.

"I don't want to though." His voice was high and squeaky and I realized he was mocking me.

I smacked his shoulder, "I don't not sound like that."

He laughed and it made me shake, "Yes you do."

I rolled my eyes and tried to shove him some more but he didn't move, "Fine! I'll get up if you get off of me. You're hurting my stomach."

He stood up and I gently rubbed where the bruise was. He turned around and I removed the covers but continued to lay down.

"Let's get lun- Oh come on Daytona!" I heard his footsteps approaching the bed but instead of him laying on me, he scooped my up into his arms.

"Logan! Put me down right now! I swear to god Logan if you do not put me down I'll-" he cut me off.

"You'll what?" I couldn't think of a good enough threat for him so I just shut up, "That's what I thought."

I thought he was going to put me down but then the door opened and we continued walking.

"Logan? Put me down!" The stairs were coming up and I clung to him.

His breath blew across my ear, "I won't drop you. I've got you." I shut my eyes and tightened my grip on his neck.

I could feel us descending the stairs. We were going steady and I thought we were in the clear but Logan tripped over his own foot and started to fall.

I let out a squeak when we were pulled back up. I opened my eyes and let out a relieved breath.

"Next time you carry a girl down the stairs, watch your feet." A dude who looked like Logan pushed past him and continued down the stairs.

The dude had the same facial features as Logan, the only difference was this guy was a few inches taller, his hair was blonde at the top, and he had a lip piercing in.

"Is that your brother?" I asked when Logan set me down on the stairs, not trusting himself to carry me anymore.

"Yea. That's Tanner. My older brother. He's the same age as Tyler. Actually they used to be best friends." He sighed and continued down the stairs.

"Used to? What happened?" I followed Logan down the stairs into his living room.

He had a nice place. It was big and very modern, with not a lot of stuff inside. It looked the the perfect place to have a party.

"It's not my place to tell you. Tanner is really sensitive about it, so try to avoid the topic around him."

I nodded my head but realized he couldn't see me, "Alright."

I was still in my clothes from yesterday, only with the addition of, I'm assuming, Logan's sweatshirt.

We sat in his living room arguing over where we were going to eat for lunch.

"If I pay can we get Chinese?" I asked pouting at him.

"No. We're getting pizza and that's that." I sighed at him and stood up.

"Fine but next time we're getting Chinese." I realized my mistake a second to late and I slapped my hands over my mouth.

I was hoping Logan didn't catch it, but that boy doesn't miss anything. His lips turned up into his signature smirk, "Okay. Next time Chinese."

I turned away to hid my blush. I had only been up for 45 minutes and this boy has already managed to make me blush twice.

I grabbed my backpack off the counter and started for the door but stopped shortly after, "Logan. You said I left the club and wandered around right?"

He walked up beside me and nodded his head, "Did I have my backpack with me when you found me?"

"No. I talked to some girl named Lisa and got your bag for you. Why?"

I crossed my fingers and hoped he hadn't gone through my bag.

"No reason." I gave him an innocent smile but his eyes looked like they didn't believe me.

Maybe he did go through my bag.

We walked out of his house and in the driveway was Logan's motorcycle and a car.

A black Stingray sat in the drive way and my jaw hit the floor.

I ran up to the car and started inspecting it. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, "Is this your car?" I asked Logan not once peeling my eyes from the Stingray.

"Yup. You rode in it last night but you slept most of the time. I'm assuming you don't remember any part of last night though."

I nodded my head at his assumption.

He unlocked the car and I got into the passenger seat. The inside of the car was just as pretty as the outside.

Logan got in and turned on his Bluetooth, "Is Three Days Grace okay?" I nodded my head and starred out the window.

The song 'Painkiller' came on and I started to sing along,

"You know you need a fix when you fall down

You know you need to find a way to get you through another day."

Logan took the next verse,

"Let me be the one to numb you out

Let me be the one to hold you

Never let you get away."

Then we sang together,

"The shoulder you cry on

The dust you die on.

I, I can be your painkiller, killer, killer.

Love me 'til it's all over, over

'Cause I'm the shoulder you cry on

The dust that you die on.

I, I can be your painkiller, killer, killer."

It went like that all the way to the pizza place.

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We were at the Pizzeria and Logan had ordered Pepperoni pizza with pineapples.

"I still can't figure out how in the world that you like pineapples on pizza." I took a bite of my regular cheese pizza.

"It's unique, that's why I like it. Say whatever you want, but at least I'm not eating just cheese pizza." When I put my slice down to take a drink of my water he grabbed my pizza and took a huge bite.

"Hey! That's not fair. I would take I bite of yours, but it has pineapple on it." I glared at him and finished off my slice.

"Another reason I like it: people won't eat it." He finished his and we payed and left.

It was just around four so we went walking around town, "Won't your parents be mad at you for not coming home?" He cast me a worried glance.

"Yea. My dad will be pissed, but hey. It's better than coming home drunk. What happened last night?" I couldn't recall anything after dancing with Sean.

"Well, Tyler called me saying that you were lost. At first I was mad at him but then he told me that when he had lost you, he had stepped out to call me."

"He was trying to take you home but you kept complaining. So I left to go find you and I did." I stopped walking and looked at him.

"Thanks Logan. I really mean it. You could've ignored Tyler and I would've wandered the streets of San Francisco until some random person picked me up."

He looked at me, his green eyes visibly softening, "Of course Day. Let's get you home."

While we walked back to his car I texted Jake:

Hey what's Tyler's number? I have to thank him for last night. I'm assuming you know what happened.

I put my hand on the handle and noticed all the girls gawking at Logan, and all the guys wishing they could be him.

My heart sunk a little.

Am I jealous? No Daytona Lyn doesn't get jealous.

Logan finally got in the car and we drove home.

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We pulled up to my house and before I could get out of the car Logan stopped me, grabbing my arm in the process, "Are you sure you want to go in?" I nodded at him and sent a reassuring smile.

"I'll be fine. My dad should be at work anyways." His grip didn't weaken and his eyes searched mine for any hint of a lie.

"If you're that worried I'll call you when I get into my room." Logan released my arm and I slid out of the car grabbing my bag.

I was still wearing my dress and I honestly felt so cool getting out of his car. I felt like I looked hot.

Unlocking the door I walked inside and hung my keys on the rack to my left. I started to head upstairs when someone grabbed my arm, pulling me back, making me loose my balance and fall.

Good thing I was only on the fourth step.

I sat on the floor and looked up at my dad. His eyes looked down on me in disgust, "I knew you were a slut, but staying out all night and coming home the next evening, that's a whore."

My eyes teared up at my dad's words. I know what you're thinking, I fight for money and I'm a badass at school. Why did my father's words hurt so much?

Because all I've ever wanted was to make my parents to be proud of me. But what I got is my father who thinks his daughter is a whore.

"You know Daytona, what happened to your brother was all your fault. Because you couldn't keep your legs closed he had to go pick you up and look what happened." My father's voice rose and I shrank back against the wall.

He neared me, his face inches away from mine, "You're a little slut who deserves to get beaten."

He brought his hand back and slapped me in the face.

I was to upset by his words to even fight back, so I sat there and took his hits.

He punched me until I could taste blood in my mouth. Then he proceeded to kick me until I was coughing and spitting out blood.

Never once did I flinch.

When he was done he walked out of the house and left me laying on the floor bloody and broken.

Slowly I stood up and grabbed my bag, limping up the stairs. It hurt to breathe and it hurt even more to move so when I got into my room I curled up on my bed and cried.

I could feel something vibrating in my bag. I pulled out my phone to see four missed calls from Logan.

I forgot that I told Logan I would call him. Taking in shakey breaths I clicked on his contact and put my phone on speaker.

On the other end Logan's voice boomed through my phone, "Daytona what the hell? You said you were going to call me forty five minutes ago."

I held back a sob realizing that my father had just beat me for almost an hour.

"I-i'm sorry Logan. I got caught up in something and I forgot to call you. But I'm fine." Tears fell down my face and the other line went silent.

"Bullshit. You're crying. What happened?" It made me happy that he could tell that I wasn't okay, but it made my heart sink knowing I was about to lie to him.

"I'm not crying. I told you I'm fine. It's just my allergies." I sniffed to add effect on my words but it made my ribs hurt and I let out a moan.

"Fine. Don't tell me. But I'm picking you up tomorrow. I'm holding a party at my house and you're going."

"Parties aren't really my style." I hoped he would buy it so I could stay home but I don't think he will.

"I don't care. You're coming and that's final."

I sighed, "Fine. I have to go Logan. Bye." I hung up before he could say anything else.

I got up and locked my door and crawled back into bed, this time under my covers, and continued to cry. His last words haunted my head.

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