He Wrapped Me Up for His Crush. Now I Live in His Head. Chapter 03

He Wrapped Me Up for His Crush. Now I Live in His Head. Chapter 03

Back home, I went straight to the bathroom.

The moment I took off my clothes, I saw bruises and rope burns covering my body.

It was chilling.

I turned the water as hot as it would go and scrubbed over and over.

I wanted to wash away the spit. The humiliation. Every trace Logan had left on me.

But I couldn’t.

The laughter still echoed in my ears. Those cruel stares still crawled over my skin like bugs.

And Logan’s casual “just a prank” looped in my head like a curse.

The hot water stung my wounds and made me shake.

But that pain was good. It kept me grounded. This wasn’t a nightmare.

It was real.

Logan had really turned me into his toy just to please Harper.

Mom knocked on the door.

“Avery, you’ve been in there a long time. Water isn’t cheap, don’t waste it.”

I turned off the faucet.

“Coming out soon.”

My voice sounded nothing like my own.

Mom was probably heading to a PTA meeting and didn’t notice anything wrong.

That was fine.

I didn’t want to explain.

How could I?

Tell her my most trusted person had betrayed me?

Tell her I’d been hung from the school flagpole like a clown?

No.

I couldn’t say it.

The girl in the mirror looked wrecked. Pale face, bloodless lips.

The marks on my wrists were deep. Purple rings that looked branded into the bone.

I took out antiseptic and cleaned the wounds bit by bit.

It burned my nerves. But it was nothing compared to the pain in my heart.

Sixteen years.

I’d known Logan for sixteen years.

Our families lived in the same neighborhood. Our parents were friends.

Our moms were always on the same PTA committees.

Our dads used to coach Little League together.

We’d been classmates since preschool.

On his first day, he cried so hard I gave him a cookie from my lunchbox.

After that, he followed me everywhere like a little shadow.

“Avery, wait for me!”

“Avery, this is for you!”

“Avery, we’ll be best friends forever!”

Back then, Logan’s eyes sparkled. His smile was pure like a child’s.

He always got into trouble, and I always covered for him.

When the teacher asked who broke the classroom window, I said it was me. It was actually him kicking a ball during recess.

He hated studying, so I tutored him.

Before finals, I’d give him my perfectly organized notes and stay up rewriting my own.

He once said, “Avery, you’re the best. When I grow up, I’m going to marry you.”

I blushed and replied, “Who wants to marry you?”

But secretly, I was happy for a long time.

I thought we were the best of friends. The closest partners.

I even hoped for more.

Hoped that one day he’d seriously say, “Avery Collins, will you be my girlfriend?”

But in his eyes, I was just a toy he could humiliate whenever he wanted. A backup option that would never leave.

To impress Harper, he had no problem hanging me from the flagpole.

Letting the whole school laugh at me and crush my dignity.

My phone buzzed like crazy. It was the class Snapchat group.

I opened it coldly.

Someone had posted the afternoon video in the group.

The title was in all caps:

“TOP STUDENT TURNED INTO A MUMMY FOR QUEEN HARPER”

In the video, I swung like a broken doll in the wind.

The comments were full of laughing emojis.

“Dying. Avery finally got hers.”

“Mummy came to our school.”

“Logan is a genius!”

“Logan really went all out for Queen Harper.”

“Avery’s always so stuck-up. Nice reality check.”

“She’s been so annoying, always glued to Logan.”

“Like a little dog you can’t shake off.”

My hands shook.

Every comment slapped me across the face.

So that’s how everyone saw me.

I left the class group. Then I checked the school gossip page.

Sure enough, videos and photos of me hanging there were everywhere. All the captions mocked my humiliation.

They mocked me for not knowing my place.

Logan had posted too.

“Today’s entertainment. Queen Harper, happy now?”

With a photo of me hanging and a laughing emoji.

Harper replied, “Omg, you guys are so bad. I was kidding!” followed by three shy emojis.

Playing innocent. She knew exactly what she was doing.

Hundreds of likes and comments poured in.

“Logan really did it for Queen Harper.”

“Whatever Queen Harper wants, we deliver.”

“Next time she wants something, we got her.”

I turned off my phone.

My heart went completely numb.

My pain was their joy.

My dignity was their toy.

And Logan, the person I thought would always be on my side, had become the one who hurt me the most.