Redeeming Logan

Chapter Fourteen

Logan

“ A h, there he is! Please meet our resident doctor, Logan Mitchell. He will be overseeing Lindsey’s onboarding process here this evening.” Mr. Pickett announces as I enter the plush office, closing the door quietly behind me. I walk to the side of Pickett’s desk and peer over at the couple sitting in the leather chairs in front of us. They are obviously from a wealthy family, wearing Versace and Louis Vuitton. The man’s hair is slicked back so far it looks like a toupe glued to his head. I’m sure they are both holding stock in botox too, with the severe look that is on their faces.

“Doctor Logan is the best there is and I know he can turn Lindsey’s behavior around so fast!” Pickett continues rambling as I just stare at the parents. When he summoned me, he wasn’t sure if they were actually going to give up their daughter or not. The mother was all for it, but the father on the other hand? He was torn; he didn’t want to give up his personal fuck toy, as he claims. I don’t even look over at the girl that I know is sitting on the other side of the office doped up. I won’t look until the parents say the magic words that I yearn to hear. Taliah has been a nice distraction, but I’m itching to cut something. To destroy something. I’ve been missing the melodic, pained screams that echo throughout my work room.

“We uh,” The man starts to say and then clears his throat like there’s something stuck deep down in there. “We just want Lindsey to be normal again.” He whispers as he looks up at Mr. Pickett with a sad smile. His hands are shaking as Pickett hands him the additional paperwork to fill out that serves his daughter to me on a silver platter. I watch as he shakily scrawls his name on the signature line without even reading the fine print. He doesn’t want to know what I’m going to do to his precious Lindsey. They never want to know.

“Don’t you worry, Little Lindsey will be in great hands. Harmony Heights is the number one therapy testing site in the country after all.” I say to the parents as the father bolts up from the chair, grabbing his wife by the hand and hauling her up too. As they rush towards the door, I say to their backs with a smile creeping across my face, “Bring in the people who need us the most, and leave them with your favorite host.”

“I trust that you have this intake under control then?” Mr. Pickett asks as he walks out of the room without waiting for me to answer. I swing my eyes over to the chair sitting up against the opposite wall. A woman is sitting in it in a straight jacket, slumped over, about to topple out of it. I walk over to her, grabbing her greasy, curly brown hair and tugging her head back. Her blue eyes are glazed over, and drool pools at the edge of her lips. You’d think that all of that mixed together would be what shocks me, but it's none of that. I drop the woman's head like it's on fire and take a step back, just staring at her like she’s a ghost. My heartbeat accelerates as I stare at the woman, watching as she slowly slumps down in the chair and falls straight to the plush carpet. Rolling her over on her back with the toe of my shoe, I lean down and brush her brown curls away from her face.

The serene look on her face as she stares up at the ceiling makes a chill run through me. Hands shaking at my sides as Shannon’s face flashes through my mind. This woman looks exactly like Shannon when she was this age; definitely some dopple ganger shit going on here. I walk back over to the desk and grab the paper work that the parents filled out just to double check that this isn’t some joke.

Lindsey Marie Parrish

Date of Birth: 9/8/1996

Age: 18

Eye color: Blue

Hair color: Brown

Height: 5’1”

Complaints: Sneaks out of the house to party and do drugs. Returns early in the morning strung out. Doesn’t follow the rules.

Desired Actions: We want her to be normal again.

Please sign here to relinquish all rights over to Harmony Heights. By signing here, you agree to gift Lindsey to Doctor Logan for any testing procedure he deems fit.

Signature: James Parrish

Tossing the papers back on the desk, I turn back around to the woman on the floor. Leaning down, I gather her in my arms and make my way towards my workspace. Once there, I toss her unceremoniously onto the medical chair in the room. Grabbing my knife off of the tray next to the chair, I cut away the straight jacket she’s wearing and tossed the scraps to the floor. Strapping her arms and legs down because as soon as I get started, I know she’s going to wake up. The sight of her naked body restrained to the chair makes me gasp. Images of Shannon float through my mind, and I swear I can hear her screams just like it was yesterday.

“Logan, please! I’m so sorry that I left you. I won’t ever leave you again, I swear it! I love you so much that it just, I- it hurts Logan! Your love hurts.” Shannon sobs on the cold metal table she’s strapped to. Her body was shaking with the force of her cries. Fat crocodile tears pouring from her eyes and dripping off her face onto the table beneath her with a little ping. Her sorrow makes me smile. She shouldn’t have come back here after leaving me like that. I’ll make sure she never leaves me again. “Logan, baby, come on, we can talk about it.” She pleads with a sniffle. Looking at me with those puppy dog eyes I used to do anything for.

I tap the tip of my knife against the metal table, making her jump and whimper. “Oh, Shannon. My sweet little lamb, why did you leave me?” I drag the blunt side of the blade up her thigh, watching as it shakes beneath my touch. I look up at her, waiting for her to answer me; when she doesn’t, I knick the side of her thigh with my blade, making her scream.

“Fuck! Logan, please! I-I got scared, okay? I didn’t think you actually loved me; I thought you were just using me as a placeholder or something! I promise I won’t ever leave you again.” She pulls at her restraints, making the table rattle and roll an inch forward.

“Ya know, somehow I just don’t believe a word that you say now.” I run the knife over her thigh, slicing her skin open, and watching the blood pour out of her onto the table. Her screams are beautiful. My head falls back as I bask in the noise and the coppery smell. “I gave you everything you ever wanted Shannon, and that’s how you treat me? Leaving me high and dry?” I glare at her as I poise the knife over her stomach for another cut.

“STOP! Logan, stop, I’m pregnant!” Shannon screams at the top of her lungs. I freeze, the knife just a centimeter from her stomach as I stare at it, trying to process what the fuck she just said to me. “I–I, Logan, I’m pregnant.” She pleads through her tears. “Check my purse; there’s a test in there!” I chuck the knife across the room; it bounces off the wall and lands at the foot of the table, slicing Shannon’s foot open and causing her to cry more. I wrenched her purse off the floor and shuffled through the contents until I found the test. Two pink lines glaring back at me. I look over at Shannon in disbelief. “It’s uh, it's y-yours, Logan.” She whispers to me.

If only I had known better back then. Shannon was such a fucking liar, saying anything to save her own skin. The baby's dad didn’t want it, so he tossed her out like a piece of trash, and she had nowhere else to go. I should’ve pieced it together. Fuck, I should’ve gotten some type of test done, but no, I was infatuated with her. The woman strapped to the chair in front of me finally stirs, mumbling questions as to where she is. I stare at her while she comes too. Grabbing the knife off of the table, I spin it around between my fingers, trying to decide where I want to start with her. Then my most brilliant idea comes to me, bringing a smile to my face.