The OOC
Things weren't okay. No matter how hard Logan attempted to convince himself that with his mother and her husband gone, that things would get better, he just couldn't believe it. Sure, they were gone, but deep down he did love his mother or at least the person she used to be. Now, not only would he have to deal with emotions that he had kept buried since his father's death, but he would also have to assist his younger sister with her's, and socialize with her siblings who had deserted years before. Were they only coming back to get their share of the small inheritance their parents had left? Or was it to make sure that Logan would continue to raise Emma? He knew he needed to set the two of them straight - that now that their parents were gone, he wasn't going to be the one having to keep things together for their minor sister, Emma, any longer. One of them could play mommy and daddy now because it was time for him to take a turn at living his life.
A sigh escaped his pale lips as he dumped some more hay into the horse stalls and refilled the water tubs. The chicken feed was replenished, the cows were milked and the pigs fed. It was only eight-thirty in the morning, and Logan had already accomplished nearly two hours worth or farm work. He was used to it, seeing as they only had a few employees besides him and Emma who would help with the crops and animals.
Exiting the barn, Logan noticed how hot it had gotten. The sun was already beating down on his dirty skin, and he could tell that it was going to be one of those usual sweltering July days. He wouldn't be doing much work today though, so it wouldn't be horrible. However, his mother's burial was in just a few hours and the heat would only make him more irritable. His siblings would be showing up any minute now, but Logan wasn't going to go out of his way to do anything special for them. If anyone should be kissing ass, it should be them to him. They didn't experience the abuse from John, or the pain from watching Emma and his mother being abused. They didn't need to turn to violence, anger and drugs themselves in order to cope. But he did.
He pulled open the creaky back door, exhaling slightly as the air-conditioned interior of the home was definitely soothing. Emma was probably somewhere around, but he didn't bother to see if she needed help with breakfast or anything. He doubted that the girl would be able to stomach any food after finding their mother's body only days ago. She was definitely more emotional than he was. In fact, not a single tear had fallen from Logan's eyes. It wasn't because he didn't miss his mother really, but he didn't feel bad that she died. It was her own fault. She brought it upon herself and pulled down her children in her downward spiral.
Shrugging off his clothes, Logan escaped into the steamy shower, hoping to wash away some of the stress with the dirt.
