Twelve.

Logan’s POV

Two days, that's how long it took for Lana to finally hear me. Though I was a little impressed when she tried to defy an order. The only other person that has done that is Seth.

The way she told me to piss off, put a smile on my face. It shouldn’t have done, not after what she did.

Quickly pulling on a suit and styling my dark hair, I slip the green contacts in. Today was the day I would be finally meeting her. Today was the day that I would be putting her in her place for what she had done.

Auntie Kendra catches me as I leave my room, her brow dipped into a v, worry written all over her face.

“You have to go in?” she asks quietly. I nod my head, but something was off.

“What is it?”

“Your mom isn’t doing too well.”

She takes me down the hallway to my parents bedroom. Father was pacing outside, his hands running through his greying hair. He stops to look at me, pain etched on his face.

“You need to prepare yourself.”

I knew what he was talking about. He had told me about i