Page 85 of Broken Prince
Logan
I hate her. I hate her with a burning passion. I’ve done my best to play nice because she’s Benny’s mom, and I’d never want him to grow up thinking I’d disrespect women, but she’s no woman. She’s pure evil.
All she cares about is hurting me or controlling me. Benny is just a game piece to her, and knowing that he’s alone with her, in her care... it terrifies me.
Because what is going to happen if one day she doesn’t find him useful anymore. Will she hurt him?
“Where are you going?” Laney asks me as we walk into the lobby of the hotel. Since Elijah took her car, Laney is going to have to come back on the bus with me. I’m not sure if Coach will be alright with that or not, but I don’t give a fuck. I don’t give a fuck about anything right now, apart from going into that hotel bar and getting drunk.
Ignoring her, I walk mindlessly through the lobby, passing the restaurant and going right up to the bar. She stays with me, following behind without any more questions.
Laney is the only thing keeping me together right now, and I hate it. Because I don’t want her to have that much power over me. Not when she could use it to hurt me.
Is it even possible to hurt more than I am right now?
Stacy said I won’t see my son for weeks. And god knows what she might try to do in that time to ensure I might never see him again.
God, I fucking hate her!
Watching them drive away, I felt like a piece of my soul went with them. I just want to hold my son, to smell his sweet scent, listen to his giggles, to see his brilliant smile that makes me think everything in the world is going to be alright.
I don’t feel like that right now. I feel like my world is going to crash and burn. And if I lose my son, that's exactly what will happen.
Taking a seat at the bar, the bartender comes over to take my order. I show her my ID, and she comes back with my drink a moment later.
“What can I get you?” the bartender asks Laney, who’s taken a seat next to me.
“Just a Coke, please,” Laney answers back.
“You sure?”
“She’s not legal,” I tell the bartender dryly. I turn to look at Laney when she goes to get her drink. “You shouldn’t even be in here.”
“I’m staying.” Laney gives me a shrug.
“Why?”
“Because I don’t want you to be alone right now.”
“Why do you care?” I mutter, taking a mouth full of my drink.
“You might find it hard to believe, but you and Benny have become a big part of my life in the short amount of time that I’ve been around. I care about the both of you, a lot more than you would think.”
The bartender gives Laney her drink; she pays and thanks her before turning back to me. “I don’t want you here. I want to be alone.”
“And I don’t care.” Laney takes a sip of her soda. “I’m not leaving you alone. You're not in a good headspace. And while I’m more than happy to let you drown your sorrows, I want to make sure you don’t do anything stupid in the process.”
“Like what?”
“Not sure,” she answers. “But I don’t want it to be something that bitch can hold against you or something that could get you kicked off the team.”
I grunt and take another large swallow. Having her here, next to me, is keeping me from self-destructing.
Over the next few hours, I drink, and she sits, but we don’t say anything.
She’s just... there for me. For whatever I need her to be. I’ve never had that before. All the girls I’ve been with either wanted me for my looks or my money.
She doesn’t want my money and even finds it hard to use it when Dad said she could.