Chapter 6 My Equal
Dawn’s Point of View
“Shit!” I cursed under my breath when I noticed that the moving van was already in motion, and I hadn’t retrieved my diary yet. I ran out of the house without even wearing my footwear, my heels digging into the ground, but it was too late, the van was already on the driveway, and it had almost exited the street.
“Hey!” I screamed as hard as I could, running hard, but it was to no avail. “Mister! Wait!”
No matter how hard I screamed, he didn’t hear me, my lungs out of breath, forcing me to slow down, and I just helplessly watched the van as it disappeared into the distance. I panted, bending forward to grab my knee, trying to catch my breath.
The neighbors on the lawn, a couple on the trail, going for their evening jog, all stopped in their tracks, looking at me like I had grown a second head.
I straightened up, wiping the sweat off my face, and ignoring the judgmental looks they shot at me, and I walked back home.
This was all the fault of that stupid, arrogant jerk.
That stupid Logan.
If only I hadn’t bumped into him when I was going to get my note, I wouldn’t have missed the van.
“Mom.” I called desperately, “I need the number of the moving van, I forgot something.”
Her eyes narrowed at me, walking toward me with a scowl on her face. She seemed to be in a foul mood, but I was more concerned about my diary at that moment.
“You’re just too goddamned clumsy,” she snapped. “How could you forget something? Do you know they charge an extra for an forgotten item.”
She grumbled under her breath as she brought out her phone from her pocket.
“What the hell did you even forget?” She asked curiously.
“My diary,” I answered, tapping my legs impatiently on the floor, and her eyes flickered towards me, disappointment in her eyes.
“Wait, really?”
“Mom, it’s really important, just call him and let him come back.” I yelped.
“I’m not paying an extra twenty dollars for some piece of trash.”
“I will pay.” I offered.
“And when were you planning to tell me you knew Logan Ashford?” She asked curiously, and my heart sank. “You knew Luther’s son, and you didn’t tell me?”
“I didn’t tell you because I didn’t know he was Luther’s son,” I confessed, hoping we would stop talking about Logan, and she just fucking gave me the number to the moving company.
“Logan came into Luther’s room and caused a scene, and it was all because of you.”
“He hates me.” I just said it plainly, the way it was.
“Why?” She asked, and I shrugged my shoulders.
“I don’t know.”
“You must have done something to make him hate you.” She concluded, and anger rose in my chest once more.
I scoffed.
“Maybe if you were even a little interested in my life, you would realize that I have been trying to tell you that I was being bullied,” I complained. “And the reason why they hate me so much? Because I am a scholarship student, and because we are poor!”
She said nothing.
“I know you’re desperate to marry Luther, and have the happy ever after you always dreamed of.” I continued. “But doing this would only make you look like a gold digger, and you don’t know what Logan would do to me because of you.”
I barely spoke the words when she smacked me hard across the cheeks, her eyes wide with anger.
“You have no right to speak to me like that.” She groaned. “You don’t know just how hard I have suffered because of your ungrateful ass, only for you to be against my happiness.”
I said nothing, and she leaned into me.
“If I can’t marry Luther this time, then I'd better just die.” She told me sternly. “Is it when I end up like your father, you’ll be happy?”
Something heavy pressed against my chest, and then she walked off, I let out a stiff sigh, pulling my hair behind my ears.
I haven’t thought about my father in a long time, bringing him up in such heated moment was really a bad thing to do.
Just as I was sulking, I heard the sharp ring from my phone, my eyes darted towards the screen that illuminated immediately.
I had an incoming call from Sandra Greene.
The secretary of the Sports Committee, my eyes narrowed suspiciously, she hardly called me unless there was something urgent going on.
“President.” Her panicked voice echoed in my ears. “There is a huge problem.”
“What is going on?” I asked curiously.
“There was a huge fight, Johnson in defense is down.”
“What?” I quizzed, my hands tightened against the phone. “Hold on, I will be right there.”
I dashed into my room, picking up a jacket, and dashing out of the house, this time wearing my footwear.
My eyes scanned through the reports in my hands, and my fingers threaded my hair in frustration; can’t I just catch a moment of peace? Even once?
“Johnson suffered a broken nose and a major dislocation in his shoulder,” I muttered, dropping the report in front of Logan, who glared openly at me. He never really had respect for my office, but to act brazenly like this, causing a fellow player to be injured, feels very intentional.
And I can’t allow things to continue like that.
“What do you have to say?” I asked curiously.
“He had it coming.” He muttered nonchalantly, and I scoffed.
“You must think you’re untouchable since you’re the captain of the team?” I asked curiously, my eyes narrowing, trying to understand why he would do such a thing unprovoked. “We have the preliminaries coming up next week, do you think Johnson’s injuries will be healed by then?”
He shrugged.
“We can just find someone else to replace him.” His expression was soulless. “He is a terrible defenseman anyway.”
“So, your solution for that is to remove him from the game by dislocating his shoulders.” I shook my head. “You must be really proud of yourself, always bringing violence into everything.”
He shrugged.
“I’m afraid I cannot allow you to go unpunished this time.” I got up from my chair. “You are suspended.”
“You can’t suspend him.” Henry and Sonny were there to interfere; the other players stood outside the door. “He is an A-list player; we need him on this game to win.”
“No, he might be an A-list player, but he isn’t the ‘only’ A-list player in the world.”
“Ms. President, please give us a moment to have a conversation between ourselves,” Asher Jenkins intervened. “There must be something wrong. Logan isn’t usually like this.”
“Yeah.” The rest of the team chorused, and Logan raised an eyebrow at me, as if challenging the power I had.
“The suspension stands until the committee decides something else.” I muttered. “You all may leave my office.”
Everyone else left except Logan, and with a chuckle he asked me.
“Do you think now that your mother married my father, you are now my equal?”
