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think I can leave you here like this.”  He blurts out and his eyes go wide, almost like he can’t believe the words that have come out of his mouth either.
    I’m speechless, unsure of what to say or do next, but he never wavers. “Kelly, pack a bag, get Lily and let’s go. You’re coming with me.”
     

 
    I stare at Logan as if he has two heads. He’s just ordered , not asked me to pack up Lily and my things and go with him. What’s even more shocking is that for a split second I actually want to go, I actually consider going.
    “What do you mean I’m going with you? What are you talking about?”
    “I’m telling you that I can’t leave you here with your apartment in shambles and at risk for another break in. You have shotty locks on the doors, poor lighting, and you don’t even have a peephole for God’s sake. Your landlord has been notified of the break in and until she brings this place up to code, you and Lily are not staying here.”
    “Where do you propose I go, huh? I’m not about to waste all of my money on a hotel and I can’t exactly afford a better apartment right now. I have no choice but to stick it out here.”
    He crosses his arms over his chest, the air of confidence dripping off of him. “You’re coming home with me. It’s done, decided. Get your stuff, get Lily, and let’s go.”
    “Logan, I barely even know you. We’ve met twice and both times were under intense circumstances.”
    “You can trust me.”
    “No, I can’t!” I shout, sounding more and more agitated. “I don’t trust you. Why would you put yourself out there for someone you barely know?”
    “I put myself out there for people I don’t know all of the time. Tonight I’m doing it because I want to, because I can.”
    I shake my head. “That’s not good enough.”
    “I’m not asking you, I’m telling you. Get your things now.” The authority in his voice causes me to flinch, he’s not Logan right now, he’s Officer Tate and with every passing moment it’s becoming clear as day that I’m not going to win this battle. Truth be told, I’m not so sure I really want to win this battle. I weigh out my options: Do I really want to stay here alone with Lily when the place has been trashed and I’m understandably scared of a repeat robbery attempt? I’m not exactly keen on the idea of being anyone’s target. There’s also the fact that I’m beginning to develop a full on crush on Logan. I don’t know whether to add that on the pros or cons list and the last thing I really need is to make a fool of myself in front of him. But if I had to choose between dying and acting a fool there really is no contest.
    “Okay, fine. Just give me a few minutes,” I say, stalking in the direction of the bedroom.
    “Bring enough for a few days.” He calls after me.
    A few days? A few days of Lily and I living with Logan. I tell myself not to get excited about this. He’s just a nice guy helping me out in my time of need. It means nothing more to him than that and even if it did, how irresponsible would it be of me to get involved with the first guy I meet after all that I’ve been through? Relationships are a foreign affair to me and the only real interaction I’ve ever had with a man resulted in me getting knocked up at seventeen and excommunicated from my family. I wonder at times if I had told my parents the truth, given them the entire story, if they would have been more supportive of me. If they’d been more understanding of my predicament, would they have stood by me then or would they have had the very same reaction? The thing is, in spite of the fact that they loved me, I always knew that keeping up appearances was the most important thing to them; perhaps the fear of them treating me this way even after they heard the truth is what ultimately led me to say nothing.
    I scurry around my bedroom, vaguely aware of the fact that it’s probably creeping up to two in the morning by now and throwing things into