Chapter Nine

I held in tears. I hate seeing Logan so miserable. He was in pain from withdrawal, and he complained from a pounding headache. Last night was a long night, and I knew Logan was in pain not only physically but emotionally. 

"You ready?"

 He smiles even though I know it was forced. 

"These doctors will help you."

" I know," he says. 

Once in the car, it was awkwardly slight. Logan looked out the window. I notice his hands shaking. I am feeling scared, but I need to be brave for him. I know he needs me. 

"What's going through your head?"

" I am contemplating whether it is worth going through the drug withdrawals," he tells me.

"You are much better than being a heroin addict." I grab his hand. 

"Who am I if I'm at the football star?" He asks. 

"A doctor or a lawyer whatever you want to be."

"You believe I can do all that?" He asks. 

"I believe in you Logan, You just have to believe in yourself."

I see Logan's dad waiting for him in front of the hospital. "Do you want me to come?"

"No I want to face his disappointment on my own," he tells me. 

"You didn't disappoint anyone, I am so incredibly proud of you for seeking the help that you need, So many other addicts don't dare to take the steps that you did."

"Thanks Tills." He smiles. 

"I love you."

"I love you too, I will be home soon and back to normal."

I bring my lips to his. He grabs my face with his hands. " Kissing you is enough to get through this," he says. 

"You will, and I am here waiting for you."

I watch as he climbs out of my car. My heart hurts seeing him leaving I had no idea how long we would be apart but I don't care. 

4 month later 

I turn in my math exam, I am confident that I have most of the answers correct. 

"I'm excited to grade this," the Professor smiles. 

"Me too."

 Walking out of the classroom, I am excited to finally finish up this course of classes. The hallway was quiet. I walk down them lost in thought about Logan. Word is he is coming home on Saturday. Today was Thursday. I can't wait to see him. I miss him and through our writing, I feel like our relationship has grown stronger. 

Once in my car, I heard my stomach growling. I am starving. I drive towards my apartment deciding to pass on fast food. Finally, I pull into the apartment driveway and park. 

I hear music, opening my apartment door.  Did I leave it on the radio?  I push the door open and I am astonished. There are red roses in the center of the table and candles all over the apartment; I smell food and see the table set.

"Hello?"

I see Logan walking out of the bathroom. My heart hits the floor. "I wasn't expecting you today."

"I overcame drug addiction," he holds up a certificate. 

I grin. " I am so proud of you."

He holds his arms open, " I can't wait to hold you."

I rush into his arms. 

He kisses me on my neck and wraps me up in a big hug. "Dinner?" He asks.

I smile. " I am starving."

Once at the table, I see Steak and steamed vegetables broccoli, cauliflower, and carrots. 

"This looks delicious, you cook all of this," I say taking a bite. 

He nods. " I did."

"So why did you get home early?" 

"Because I was ready and the doctors cleared me earlier" he smiles. 

"I am glad."

In moments our plates were cleared. Logan gets up from his seat and brings over a chocolate cake.

"More food, I am stuffed."

Logan laughs. "Me too, but this cake looks so good and chocolatey," he says licking chocolate frosting off his finger.

I smile.  I love seeing this Logan again. 

Later that night, having made love, we lay in the bathroom bed cuddling. I hope this is the beginning of our relationship.