All Chapters of A Perfect Distraction: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Logan’s POV:I stare at the old beaten wooden door in front of me, the edges cracked and rusty. The birds went round in the air, breaking the silence of this deserted place. In 2013, Rosche's rail yard was closed down due to a construction defect which resulted in several injuries and some death. Since then, no one has bothered to reconstruct the place and now this is the main area where some of the unlicensed activities take place. Tightly gripping my suitcase, I stepped back and kicked the door repeatedly until it finally gave away, landing on the ground with a loud thud. The dust particles flew all around me as I stepped on the fallen door, entering the house. The small passage was dark with an awful smell and burned cigarettes loitering the dirty floor. Footsteps echoed through the crumbling walls before someone came into my view. The person looked surprised to see me and he checked his phone and stared at me for a s

“Attack” “Attack” “Attack”Five men, two wearing a mask and three holding a bomb in their hand, were chasing behind me chanting the word ‘Attack’ as I ran through the streets of New York. Hot tears were streaming down from my eyes and the white sundress I wore is soaked in my blood almost making it look like the cloth is dyed red.I stumbled over a stone and lost my footing, falling to the ground with a loud thud. Unable to get back onto my feet on time, I helplessly looked back to those men who were standing a foot away. I closed my eyes as one of them took their pistol out to shoot me. Even though I heard the sound of a gunshot, I couldn’t feel anything. No pain. My eyes opened to a sight of a lady who lay dead on the ground in front of me, blood trickling down from her chest where the bullet went in. I wailed loudly and held the motionless figure in my

The steak sizzled in the skillet as the diced potatoes boiled in a saucepan. I watch Logan as he effortlessly cuts up the carrots while he laughs.“Seriously? No way” he chuckled, his shoulders vibrating. The skin at the corners of his eye wrinkles while he laughs. I nod my head while I munch on the carrot, sitting on top of the kitchen counter where he is working on our dinner. After our moment on the patio, Logan said he will cook today’s dinner, and here we are. “Yes seriously” I laughed along with him. “No matter how hard I scrubbed, the blue paint refused to get out of my body for a week. Everyone in the school teased me by calling me a Smurf” He threw his head back and laughed loudly.  “But I bet you were a cute Smurf” he tapped the tip of my nose and I blushed lightly before rolling my eyes when he laughed again. We were now playing 20 round questions and he asked the most

I dragged myself lazily to the kitchen. I opened the refrigerator and took a carton of milk and poured it into a glass. I then sat on the barstool in front of the countertop table. Staring at the milk, my mind drifted off to the morning event.It's been several hours since I have heard from Logan. No matter how hard I pondered, I couldn’t conclude what I did wrong for making him angry at me. All we did last night was cuddle, not to my wish but I didn’t hate it either. I even sent several texts to Logan asking what the matter was but I was left unanswered even though he saw all my six messages. I sighed and drank the glass of milk in one gulp.My phone vibrated in my pocket. I took it out and my heartbeat picked up when I noticed it’s a message from Logan. Now he decides to speak up!'We need to talk. It's important.' What? Nervousness and fear seeped into my body. I don’t know what&rsq

“Oh my!” Grecia immediately stood up from the couch, rushing to his side. “Mom,” Logan groaned loudly, wiping the blood from his lips. “Why are you up this late?” he asked an undertone of exasperation in his voice. Unlike the attire he was wearing this morning, Logan now wore grey joggers and a black sweatshirt, his hair messier than usual. I also stood up from the couch but I couldn’t move any further. It felt like some invisible force was pulling me backward. Grecia took his face in her hands, examining him. She had to stand on her toes to see his face clearly. Of course, he is 6ft tall and Grecia only needs to stand on her toes to see his face, I guess I’ll need a stool for that.“I’m fine, Ma,” Logan said and removed her hands off his face. Logan’s lips had been cut and blood had congealed at the corners of the red lips. His face already seemed to start to bruise a little, along with a tr