The Wolverine & The Black Cat

8 // Vip Ticket to Hell

C H A P T E R   8 :   V I P   T I C K E T   T O   H E L L

It was only upon arriving at the mansion that I remembered I should have asked Bianca to not tell anyone about my secret. But, for some reason, my sixth sense was telling me I could trust her so I tried to let the matter go.

The mansion was quieter than ever. Everybody was either at the lake or asleep, so I went into the living room as silently as possible. I just needed to sit down for a while in the dark, organize my thoughts. Or better said, try to put some order in the chaos of my emotions. 

I shouldn't have been this affected, but it bothered me Bianca had found out such an important part of me. And it bothered me even more the ache my heart still felt. 

Sighing and without turning any lights on, I jumped to the couch and screamed when I felt a body flinch under me. I couldn't avoid it, it scared the shit out of me. My heart was all over the place. My mind was a complete mess. And now I was being pressed against a wall with three dangerous adamantium claws pointed to my neck. To sum up, the definition of a perfect night.

"What the fuck, Logan!?" I shouted angrily.

Grey sweatpants, simple t-shirt, messy hair, he was breathing hard, sweat all over his body. It was clear that I had woken him up from a nightmare. He looked terrified, completely out of himself. This was not the Logan I knew. It was someone much more... real. Much more hurt. It scared me, because the resemblances between us had never been so evident.

His left arm was still pinning me against the wall while his right one showed his claws smiling in my direction. Having those toothpicks pointed at me by a raged Wolverine wasn't as funny as one could think. I could see his stare was blurry and unfocused. He wasn't here yet, but still trapped somewhere inside his mind. His heart mirrored mine in speed, but I had a feeling the fast paces were for different reasons.

"Fuck, Logan, it's me!" I tried reaching out for him with my voice since he was preventing me from moving. I started feeling anxious. If he didn't let go of me soon I would have no other choice but to smack my mentor's head with one of the moves he had taught me.

My words seemed to ignite a reaction in him and he looked down, his eyes roaming over my dress without understanding. Pretty sure a sexy black dress wasn't included in his nightmare. His eyes widened when they locked with mine and finally saw me. He instantly let go of me and the claws in his left hand returned to the place where they never should have left. Or never should have been, in the first place.

"Felicia." He sighed of relief. "It's you."

"Surprise!" I exclaimed, trying to slow down the pacing of my heart. He had scared me, yes, but nothing had scared me as much as the memory of a heartbreak I thought I'd gotten over.

"Did I... did I hurt you?" He questioned in concern, closer to me than he would probably want to be under normal circunstamces. Not that I was complaining. "I didn't... I didn't want..."

"You didn't." I rolled my eyes. Everything was being too much this night. I was feeling too much. Alex and Roberto's departure, Bianca crushing on Philip, Bianca discovering my secret... him, him, him... and now Logan, this proximity. His agony. I felt overwhelmed. And when I got overwhelmed, I had the tendency to explode on the nearest person. "You didn't hurt me, Logan."

But still I am in so much pain.

"I'm sorry, Felicia, I wasn't in me, I---"

"Yes, you were." I interrupted in a harsh tone. I couldn't control myself. All I could feel was aching. I needed it to stop. The only way I knew how was inflicting it upon others. "You were in you. You just thought I was somebody else."