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Logan cursed whatever being that had made him for making him this way.
He wished could could have been made as the emotionless robot that everyone though he was. That way, maybe the jabs wouldn’t hurt as much. The insults would burn his being and being ignored would make his self esteem shrivel.
If he didn’t have emotions, maybe he would have stopped himself before snapping back at Roman and he wouldn’t be in his current situation.
Logan has just come down for breakfast, which usually consisted of a cup of coffee and sometimes, if he was lucky, a piece of toast.
This day, however, they wanted him to stay with them at the table for some reason.
The kitchen table only had three chairs, just like everything else in the light side area.
Only three.
It was like even the decorator didn’t want him to be there.
Roman forced him to sit down on one of the extra stools that they had.
Logan tried not to spill his coffee so he wouldn’t get shouted at to clean up his mess.
He silently drank his coffee while the others talked, quite often throwing an insult at him.
Logan tried to ignore them but the insults always hurt, especially when they referred to his knowledge.
Roman was in a specific rant on how annoying Logan was, almost as if he wasn't there at the table.
That must have been why they wanted him there, to push his buttons.
“And oh my god! I hate it when he starts ranting and just wont shut up! He doesn’t help Thomas at all I mean-“ Roman rambled before Logan cut him off.
“Well, maybe if I could get a word in, then I could help Thomas and you rant very often as well and it isn’t helpful,” Logan said.
The others stared at him, glares burning holes right into him.
Logan seemed cool and collected on the outside but internally, he was screaming at himself for saying anything.
Roman grabbed Logan’s arm violently and yanked him to his feet. The logical sides coffee mug fell from his hands and shattered on impact with the floor.
“Roman, wait, he needs to clean up his mess,” Patton said with a certain glint in his eye.
Roman let go of Logan and Logan moved the stool, summoning a rag to clean up the coffee.
He made the rag disappear to the washer when he was done and started carefully picking up the glass.
After picking up the largest piece, he felt someone shove him forwards.
Logan instinctively put his hands out to break his fall but felt glass embed into his palms.
“Pick it up Logan,” Patton said from behind Logan.
Logan picked up the glass the wasn't in his palms and threw it in the trash before being dragged down the hall with Roman.
“Roman, I’m sorry, I won’t do it again!” Logan tried.
Roman merely threw him in a dark, empty room that dampened his abilities.
Logan landed on his hands and knees again, the glass pushing further into his palms.
The door clicked shut behind him and another few clicks told him that Roman thoroughly locked the door.
“Now you’ll learn not to talk back to me!” Roman snapped from the other side, walking away.
“No! Please!” Logan called, his hands falling to his lap.
Logan looked at them and saw they were shaking,
He knew he had to get the glass out but he could only reach the larger pieces and they stung as he removed them.
There were still smaller shards and blood was flowing fast.
“Someone please help,” he whispered, “I’m sorry.”