Redeeming Logan

Chapter Eleven

Logan

“ S on, come and meet your new mother and sister!” My father yells from the living room. Staring up at my bedroom ceiling, I let out a deep sigh before making my way to my feet. When he told me last week that he married a new woman, I flipped my shit. Told him he was betraying my late mother with what he was doing, and he didn’t care at all. Told me to be on my best behavior when they moved into our home. He said that my new sister is only thirteen and I needed to be a good big brother to her. I think our ideas of what a big brother should be are different, though.

I trudge down the pristine hallway, looking at old family photos as I go. We were happy when mom was alive. Father was the opposite of what he is today; fun to be around and always loving towards me. Now I’m lucky if he even talks to me anymore. My mother would be ashamed of him if she were here. When the cancer took over her body, her only dying wish was for my dad to take care of me and make sure we lived a happy life. Happy? Not so much these days. Turning the corner of the hallway and entering the living room, my dad stands off to the side with a tall, slim woman beside him. Peeking out from behind the woman is a smaller girl with brown curly hair and blue eyes. Her blue eyes are sparkling with excitement, and I wonder what they look like when she cries?

“Oh, there he is! Logan, this is your stepmother, Miranda, and her daughter, Shannon. Shannon is only four years younger than you actually, so she will be going to the same school as you. I expect that you will treat her with kindness and help her as a big brother should, son.” He says to me sternly while one of his bushy white brows rises up his forehead.

Turning towards the girl hiding behind her mother, I examined her from afar. She has a few freckles on her perfect skin, and her cheeks are rosy with a blush that's creeping down her neck. She’s slim, just like her mother, but not nearly as well endowed as she is. Her eyes hold a curiosity as she stares up at me. I smile at Shannon, and she lets out a small gasp and backs further away, hiding more behind her mother like a child. That makes me smile even more. Peeking over at my father, he smiles at me, almost like he knows exactly what’s going through my mind right now. “Of course, father, I will take very good care of Shannon. I will be the perfect big brother to her.” And that was where my obsession began.

Memories of the past assault me as I watch Taliah sleep soundly on the monitor. She sleeps in the same position that Shannon did when she was younger. Buried so deep in her blankets and pillows, you could barely see her until her foot would pop out of the edge of the blanket. I remember the first day I met Shannon like it was yesterday. I was so angry at my father for bringing her into my home at first, but after a while I realized that she was the best gift he could have ever given me.

Shannon was resistant to my advances at first. Always tattling to her mother and my father about the compliments I would give her or the way I would look at her. When I finally molded her to what I wanted her to be, it was glorious. Watching her crawl on her knees for me when I asked, or doing any asinine thing I could think of that would make her uncomfortable. The memory of the time that I told her to steal a movie for me from the store floats through my mind. She was terrified as she ran out of the store like it was on fire. She was paranoid for weeks after that, clinging to me like I was the only person who could save her if she got caught.

I thought that Shannon was perfect for me, but now I’m not so sure. As I think back on our memories together, I can tell how toxic it was. She wasn’t what I needed or what I wanted her to be. She only did it to please me, and that irritates me. My perfect little lamb should do what I ask because she truly wants to, because it makes her feel better if she does. What I would give to find a little lamb who is just as much of a freak as I am.

Taliah stirs on the monitor, kicking off the blankets; her body is clad in a black satin pajama set. The cami rides up her toned stomach, her pale skin glowing in the moonlight. Taliah has something dark hidden deep down inside of her. Something that I’m itching to pull to the surface, but I don’t want to rush with her. I know after everything that I put Shannon and Vanessa through, that that is such an odd concept to hear. Taliah is different from them.

She watched as I tore that woman apart; she couldn’t even look away from the blood dripping down to the floor. I watched as she rubbed her thighs together to try and soothe the ache between them. I could see the confusion in her eyes as she tried to figure out what was going on with her body. I want so badly to show her just how good we could be together, but I think I need a new tactic this time. Obviously, my previous obsessions didn’t work out for one reason or another. Maybe I should let her come to me on her own? Maybe if I give her the bare minimum of attention, she will cling to that like a liferaft. She’s so used to being left alone; no one gave two shits about her in her previous life. What little attention I’ve already given her has made her look at me differently.

The doe look she gives me when I smile or speak to her, you would think that I just hung the moon. Her previous life broke her so badly that she doesn’t know what it feels like for someone to actually notice her. I think that makes her uncomfortable as much as it makes her feel seen. Watching Taliah sleep soundly has a few ideas floating through my head on how to make her mine. By the time I’m done with her, she will be begging for me to keep her. Pleading on her knees for me willingly.