Page 196 of Becoming Selfish

The way he says her name after every sentence. I hate hearing her name coming from his mouth. He adds it on with a commanding edge when her name should only be said with tenderness.

“Of course, you remember what today is!” Logan shouts, standing from the bed. “It’s the same day I caught you fucking someone else, you piece of shit!”

I’m not facing her, I’m facing him, but I’m still proud of her regardless. He’s trying to make her feel small, and she won’t let him because she’s not. She’s tough as hell, even if she doesn’t look like it right now. But as much as I love seeing Logan stand up for herself, she’s obviously not in the right mental space to have to do so.

“Get the fuck out,” I sternly tell him with flared nostrils, getting real close to his face. “Now.”

Zac gives Logan a pretentious little nod before he turns towards the door to leave.

“Your mother wouldn’t even recognize you right now, yelling the way you are,” Zac spitefully adds, turning back to look at Logan.

“Don’t fucking talk about my mom!” Logan shouts as she takes a bounding step towards Zac. “You barely even knew her!” she adds just in time for me to turn around and grab her, wrapping my forearm around her waist, stopping her from a physical altercation with this piece of shit.

I’m holding her up off her feet as she kicks and flails in my grasp, trying to get to him. I’ve never seen Logan angrier in my life, but I don’t blame her at all. I am too.

“Get the fuck out!” I tell Zac again as I hold Logan back.

Finally, after giving us both one more look over, he turns on his heel and leaves.

I slam the door closed the second he’s through the threshold before setting Logan back on her feet. Her face is red with anger, her breathing short and shallow, pacing the room as she tugs at her tangled red hair. Her eyes are wild as I grab her by the waist, guiding her back to sit on her bed before I bend down to make my eyes level with hers.

“Deep breath, baby.” She locks her eyes with mine, trying to calm herself down. She inhales deeply before letting out a long exhale, her gaze on me the entire time as she does.

I’m not entirely unaware that the roles are reversed here. I’m usually the one who can’t catch their breath, and Logan is the one talking me through it, but right now, she needs me the way I always need her.

Even though Logan is calming her nerves, it’s doing nothing for my anger, seeing that motherfucker in my girlfriend’s room. Remembering what he did to her. Knowing that the uncertainty she felt in herself when we first met was caused in part by him. Hearing the way he spoke to her makes so much sense as to why Logan was the way she was. A bit shy and awkward, sheltered. He did that to her.

“Be right back.”

She doesn’t even ask where I’m going. I’m sure she already knows.

My long legs run out of her room, through the hall, and down the five flights of stairs, before throwing open the lobby doors with the rage pulsing through me. I don’t know if I’ve ever been this mad in my life. Seeing the asshole who cheated on my favorite person, who made her feel like it was her fault that he did, is doing nothing but fill me with hatred as the memories of what she’s told me about him flood my mind.

It’s cold as fuck outside right now, a fresh blanket of snow on the ground, but the fire running through my veins is keeping me plenty warm.

I dart to the parking lot as I spot Zac walking to his car. A rental car, I would presume, seeing as he probably flew here from California. And it’s a Hummer. A fucking Hummer. I didn’t even know they made those cars anymore, let alone use them as rentals. But of course, that’s the rental he chose.

Glad to know his dick is tiny.

“Zac!” I yell as I bound towards him.

He turns to face me with a shake of his head. “Good luck with that one.” He nods towards Logan’s dorm as I quickly continue towards him, not slowing my pace.

I cock my arm, putting all my anger into my fist as I connect it with his nose, hearing a heavenly crack before I black out for a moment from the adrenaline coursing through me. When the light comes back through, I see blood splattered on the fresh white snow before Zac crumbles to the ground in a whimper, grabbing at his face.

“Stay the hell away from Logan! Or next time I’ll put you in the fucking hospital, exactly where you should’ve been when her mom was dying, you fucking piece of shit!”

Looking at my fist, I can’t tell if it’s his blood or mine that’s coating my knuckles, but I assume from the split skin and welcome sting, it’s mine.

“And get some real fucking shoes, you pretentious motherfucker!” I add when I notice the solo boat shoe that slipped off his foot when he hit the ground, kicking it a couple of feet away from him.

I turn away, my heart beating out of my chest, but as soon as I do, it hits me. I know exactly what today is, and I don’t know how I didn’t realize it before.

“Fuck,” I mutter under my breath as I run back towards Logan’s dorm, taking the same route as I did before, bypassing the elevator altogether.

I run into her room, but it’s empty. She’s gone. I step inside and circle the space as my heart begins to race uncontrollably. I grab at my messy hair before realizing that, of course, I know where she is.

She couldn’t have left too long ago; I was only outside with Zac for a minute or two. But, of course, Logan is much faster than I am.

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