A Prelude to a Dance (Chapter 3, page 1 of 7)


Previous Page
Next Page

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Logan lay in his bed wide awake. It had been a week since the phone call with his mother. In that week he had gotten to see the face of the Helen his mother talked so fondly of. He studied her when she was on the news doing interviews. He still looked up the rescue on the internet. He still was angry with her. He did not understand why. He just was.

Punching his pillow, he rolled over and tried to close his eyes, but all he saw were the blue eyes of Helen. He allowed his mind to go to the interview he had seen the day before. Helen just seemed so uncomfortable, her pale face framed by long blond hair. A part of him found satisfaction at her discomfort. He did not want to think about why that would be. He knew why he felt that way. His mom was right. There was just something so genuine about her that you could not help but like her. He knew what that was and it made him mad. It was the same anger he got when his mom would say she was praying for him. If he had to be honest, he had more anger at Helen. He had an intense anger he did not understand. With his mom, he got annoyed. He knew she loved him, so he could never get truly angry. With Helen, it just got under his skin. Why? He punched the pillow again and rolled over. It is not like she was different from the girls he grew up with. It never bothered him seeing them. So why did it bother him so much to see it in her? Looking at the clock Logan decided to give up on sleep and get out of bed. It was 5am. He needed to get up in another hour anyway.

Previous Page
Next Page


Rate This Book

Current Rating: 3.1/5 (201 votes cast)



Review This Book or Post a Comment