MARLIYA'S POV
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I roll over and turn the annoying ringing of my alarm clock off before I stare at the time. Half past six and I'm dreading this day, how am I supposed to tell Logan that my parents took my phone? I am sure he left a dozen messages or more and they probably read every single one from the notification bar. They luckily don't know my password, or there'd be real problems...I did not have time to turn it off, or disconnect the wifi to not let anything come through because as I got out of the shower, my mother was sitting on my bed, phone in hand, 'You will not contact him, ever again.' she said with anger all over her face.
When I came home smelling like him, my father lost it, calling me a liar and every other name under the sun, making me cry as I begged him to just be ha
