I pace around the hallway. Peter and Brandon watch me as I walk past them, back and forth.

"Are you positive?" I ask Peter, needing to be sure for my own sanity.

"Yes Avery." He replies.

I shake my head. I can't believe it. I won't believe it. Peter is wrong.

I lift my head and stare at Peter when a heavy hand knocks on our front door.

"Who is that?" I ask as Peter stands up and makes his way to the door.

"It's the police Avery. They're here for Logan." Peter speaks with no emotion.

"But I didn't report it. Peter-" I stare at him, shocked.

"I called them right before I went in and stopped the fight. I knew you weren't going to report him. You still think it's an accident. He meant it Avery. He knew what he was doing and he took advantage of the fact that you weren't sober." Peter grabs on to me. "Does it help you if I told you that I don't think you're the first girl he's done it to either?"

I take a step back. "What?"

"He gets them drunk and seduces them. I think it's happened at least twice to two other girls he's brought home. I'm not sure of the others but I'm positive about him doing it to you."

I shake my head, instantly remembering the Halloween party Hillary and my dad threw. It was the first time Logan and I had kissed.

*flashback*

"Some dude handed me this hours ago and it's great. Taste it." Logan points to the cup he handed me.

I nod and take a sip. "Okay." The mysterious liquid burns my throat on the way down. This definitely isn't apple juice.

I wipe my mouth and laugh at the expression on his face. "You've never drank before, have you?" He asks.

"Oh no, I drink all the time. I drink water and fruit punch and sometimes, when I'm feeling wild, I drink iced tea." I joke with him.

He takes the cup from me and takes a sip for himself. He hands it back. "If you don't want to keep drinking it that's fine. I don't care." He leans forwards even closer to me. I can feel his hot breath pressing up against my bare skin.

A chill runs up my spine and I take another drink to diffuse the moment. I hand him the cup and smile as he takes another drink of it, finishing it completely. "I'm going to get more. I'll be right back. Don't leave." He grabs the door. "Please." He slithers out of the room in search of more alcohol.

He returns in record time and smiles as he sees me standing in the same spot he left me. "I got more." He hands me my own cup this time and we drink it at the same time.

"That's so good." I smile. Once you get past the burning sensation in your lungs, it really does taste good.

Logan nods in agreement, leaning forward and planting his lips on mine, hard. "Come here." He grabs my hand and pulls me over to the couches. "Sit in this seat. It's so comfortable."

So I do.

I nod and feel the leather seat beneath me. He sits down in the one beside me. He takes his hand and rests it on my bare thigh. "You look really good in that costume. Did I tell you that already? I can't remember."

"You did. A few hours ago." I smile and place my hand on top of his.

Twenty minutes of drunken jokes and laughter passes before someone enters the room, spoiling our alone time. I stand up and hold my breath.

"Oh, this isn't the bathroom." The man burps and quickly leaves.

Logan and I both laugh and return to our own personal party. I sit down on his lap, totally missing the couch beside him. He grabs my hips and readjusts me on top of him.

"Avery. A-ver-ry. I really like your name. It feels good on my tongue." He bites his lip and pulls my face closer to his.

"Yeah?" I smile I lean forward and kiss him, falling into a comfortable rhythm with him as our lips collide. He stands up with me in his arms and switches us around: me on the couch and him on top. We continue kissing, feeling as if we have been waiting for this moment for our whole lives. "Wait, Stop." I smile and pull away slightly from the kiss. Not only does this feel wrong, but I think I can hear someone outside the door. I am too uncomfortable to continue.  "Someone is coming."

*end*

Would it have happened that night had the kids not stumbled in with news that they had lost Tilly? Was Logan just trying to get me drunk enough so that he could take advantage of me that night? Did I mean anything to him at all or was I just a conquest he could not manage to win?

I float down the stairs in a state of shock just I. Time to watch the officers put Logan in handcuffs and pull him out the door. He glares at me as he leaves the house.

I want to call out to him. I want to tell the police they've made a mistake. I wish I could end this and make all of these problems go away.

But I can't.

Author's note: do you think all this time, Logan has cared for Avery or do you think he just wanted to get into her pants?