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Fairytale of New York COMPLETE	By : RobbiesMonkey Category: Individual Celebrities > Orlando Bloom Views: 3100 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Orlando Bloom. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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*** Thanks for the reviews and suggestions. I find it hard to get inside Orlando's head..any clues?***

Chapter Four

Logan heard the door slam and she breathed a sigh of relief, Teddy had just left to go on a date with some girl he met on the subway and Joey was working as usual. She was going to go luxuriate in the bathtub, something she hadn't done for years. Chad hadn't liked her to “wallow” around as he called it and she couldn't just lay in a bath when Joey or Teddy might walk in at any minute since the lock on the washroom door didn't always work. She didn't have any feminine smelling bubble bath so she just used some of her shampoo, letting the bubbles build up and the water get really hot before she pulled off her clothes and stepped into the tub, pulling the shower curtains closed behind her, just in case Joey or Teddy came home early. She slid under the bubbles and just relaxed, concentrating on the warmth enveloping her body, eyes closed, and just thought of nothing but how good the water felt, almost falling asleep. She thought of floating in the warm water being like a baby in the womb and that led to her thinking about children that she and Chad had never had. She was so grateful for that, how would she have left him if they had children? Would they even have been born? Instantly flashes of herself laying on the hallway floor while he kicked her in the back and stomach for forgetting to put the recycling out on the curb for collection. It was a common occurrence, any baby in her body would never had made it to full term with the beatings Chad had delivered. And then a thought chilled her body despite the hot water, maybe that's why she'd never been pregnant, maybe Chad had killed all their babies before she had even known them. Shame and guilt started to wash over her, she was no good. Isn't that what her father used to tell her before he kicked her out of the house?

She could never get A's despite the hours of studying, never quite did the cooking the way he preferred, even doing exactly what her mother told her to do. She knew enough from watching Oprah and Maury Povitch that she was a result of her childhood. She grew up with a father that mentally abused her and left her ripe for Chad. A man who's cruelty and anger made her father's pale in comparison.

“Girl you are and adult. Time to stop sponging off me and time to get out.” Roman McKay told his only child.

“You're kicking me out?” Logan asked, confused and terrified. She didn't know why he hated her, he just always had, she honestly could not remember a kind word or affection coming from him. Her mouse of a mother stood in the doorway to the kitchen watching but not saying anything, never saying anything to Roman.

“I'm forcing you to grow up. It's called tough love. You'll thank me for it later.” He told her, picking up the paper and dismissing her from his presence.

“Where will I go?” She asked. He just ignored her and she stood there for more then 10 minutes waiting for him to tell her it was a joke, a cruel joke, like when he told her he killed the Easter Bunny and they were having it for dinner, showing her the skinned rabbit he bought at the Butchers, the head and feet still on. She had shrieked and ran to her room, hiding under the bed until her mother came to assure her that it wasn't the Easter Bunny. But he made no movements except for the turning of the pages. In a state of unbelief she looked at her mother for help but found none there and then went up to pack her clothes and possessions, the hurt and the fear, welling up inside of her, why had she never been enough for him?

She met Chad that night, how easy had it been for him. Years later she thought he must have driven around looking for just the right girl, and there she was, with a neon arrow practically pointing at her saying “Hurt Me”. After she left her house she had walked to the diner nearby and sat at a booth it was all she could do to keep from crying. Chad walked in as she ordered a cup of coffee and sat at a table near the door, facing her. She couldn't help but notice him, he was beautiful, blond hair that seemed to shine like a halo around his head, he was tall and muscular and smiled shyly at her. Feeling like she needed a friend at the moment she smiled back. 15 minutes later he joined her at her booth and was ordering her a sandwich and some soup, listening sympathetically while she poured out her sad story to him. She slept in his bed that night, while he slept on the couch, and cooked her breakfast in the morning. By the weeks end she had slept with him, giving up her virginity. And then the insults started, not blatantly at first. Slowly, her hair looked ugly in a ponytail, her mashed potatoes were too runny, she snored while she slept and those things lead to “you are a stupid cunt” for accidentally washing a red washcloth with his white dress shirts. The first time he hit her, she wasn't sure who was more surprised, she asked him what time he would be home, he was going out with his friends, his hand was up and slapping her face so quickly she hadn't even had time to react until it was over, the silence that hung in the air between them, her holding her cheek with tears brimming in her eyes, his face pale, waiting for her reaction. Shocked and terrified she had just huddled against the wall until he left, slamming the door behind him. That night she packed her bags and planned to go, she would never put up with a man hitting her, but before she could leave he came home with flowers, crying and begging her to forgive him. He had been so sorry and had held her so tenderly, she knew he was hurting worse than she was. She held him and told him everything was already forgotten.

“Never again.” She vowed to the small bathroom and to herself, sitting up and shrugging the melancholy from herself, She pulled the plug on the bath and willed the ugly memories of her father and Chad to go right down the drain and away from her.

Later in her bedroom, tucked into her bed she wondered what would become of her, now that she was living her life as a guy how far would she go with it? How far did she want to?

It wasn't normal to be this preoccupied with someone you didn't fancy or plan to sleep with. At least not to Orlando but for some inexplicable reason, he couldn't stop thinking about Logan. It was because he was so young and on his own in a big city. Just like when Orlando himself was alone and in New Zealand away from friends and family, that's all. He was just a scared lonely kid and Orlando was like his big brother. That's all. It had nothing to do with the way Logan's lips moved when he spoke. Or how his neck seemed so long and smooth, swanlike, leading up to perfectly shaped ears. No..it was because Orlando sensed that Logan just needed someone to look out for him that's all.

Sitting in a chair in the back he studied his lines, while Suzy had a scene with the actor portraying her father, Orlando spent more time observing what was going on around him then his script. Logan was standing off stage by the props table, waiting for the scene to end. He was rearranging some of the props, he smiled at Jeff and pointed to something on the table. Orlando watched, studied the way Logan's hands seemed to move fluidly, gracefully as if they danced over the items. When Logan looked up at him, he quickly dropped his eyes to his script and went back to studying his lines but not before taking a quick peek to see if Logan had caught him staring. Logan was once again looking at the props.

“It's only because I'm worried about him...that's all.” He whispered to himself.

“Hey Orlando, you want to come with me to a restaurant opening on the Upper West Side?” Douglas asked him as they made their way back to their trailers.

“Thanks Doug but I think I'm just going to go home and rest. I have that big fight scene tomorrow.” Orlando answered.

“Alright but you gotta get out more kid.” Douglas said slapping his back and walking off. As he neared his trailer he saw Logan, his back pressed up against a wall and Claire standing so close to him, they were sharing oxygen. Logan looked terrified, pale and ready to faint.

“Don't be shy Logan, I don't bite.” She purred to him. “Unless you are into that.”

“I..errr...you see Claire...it's just that..I” Logan looked over Claire's shoulder and locked eyes with Orlando. “I have plans with Orlando. Right now. Tonight.”

Logan's eyes pleaded with Orlando' to back up his story and when Claire turned to look over her shoulder at Orlando, he nodded his head and agreed with Logan.

“Yeah we are doing a guys night thing. You know drinking, watching pornography, probably even going to a strip club. You know like mates do.” Orlando wasn't a very good liar and he decided he should stop talking before he blew it.

“You are going to the party on Saturday aren't you?” She pouted at Logan, who just nervously nodded. “Well save me a dance.”

She leaned in and placed a kiss on Logan's cheek and then with a good-bye to Orlando walked off.

“So then..what's the plans for tonight?” Orlando asked Logan deciding he wanted a chance to get to know Logan.

tbc....
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