This is my first BTR story so please read and review.
Warnings: Child abuse and rape- not graphic

Chapter 1

James Diamond, Kendall Knight, Logan Mitchell and Carlos Garcia were all sitting on the sofa, watching TV in their apartment in the Palm Woods.

"There's nothing on." Carlos complained as he flicked through the channels with the remote.

James stood up and walked to the kitchen, talking to his best friends over his shoulder as he opened the fridge, "You guys want anything to eat?"

Kendall, Logan and Carlos jumped up and abandoned the couch, looking over James' shoulder to see if there was anything good to eat in the fridge. James shut the fridge door after finding nothing worth eating and Logan went up to the cupboards and grabbed out a packet of chips. Kendall grabbed a bowl and he emptied the packet into it.

Carlos grabbed it off the counter and went back to his previous seat on the couch, James hopping down next tp him and grabbing a handful of the Salt and Vinegar chips.

The doorbell sounding through the house interrupted them.

"Logan, you get it." Carlos stated.

"Kendall." Logan said, not moving an inch.

"James." Kendall replied, not taking his eyes off the TV. James groaned and slowly stood up.

"I hate you all." He said dryly.

"We love you to." Carlos' sarcastic voice rang through the apartment.

James rolled his eyes as he opened the door.

"Hel-" He slowly trailed off as he stared at the person who was standing outside the door. Sam Diamond, James' father.

The two just stared at each other, taking in the others appearance, one with shock and disbelief shinning in his eyes and the other with amusement.

"Who is it?" Kendall asked, looking over the couch to see James and a man that looked somewhat familiar to him, staring at each other.

When James didn't answer, Logan and Carlos turned around to see who was at the door. He was taller than James by a couple of inches and that's saying something because James is 6'2 and the tallest of the band. He had James' hair and face, basically screaming out that they were related in some way.

"Thanks for telling me you moved." Sam stated angrily as he shoved passed James and walked into the apartment. James turned around to regarded him, following him with his eyes as Sam took in his surroundings.

James cleared his throat, "Guys, this is Sam Diamond, my dad."

Sam smirked a bit when James paused before saying 'dad'. He mocked waved over to the three boys who were sitting on the sofa before turning his attention back to James.

"You can imagine that I was shocked when I heard that you moved to L.A. and were starting a band. You didn't even tell me." Sam said glaring at James. "You're poor mother had to tell me."

"How did you get out of-" Sam cut James off with a wave of his hand.

"Good behaviour."

James was shocked. When he was younger, Sam had abused him. Since he was seven up until fourteen. No one knew, Sam always threatened to hurt who ever James told, so he didn't say a word. When people were around, Sam was a loving and caring father, always looking out for James. But when they were alone, it was a whole different story. He beat James black and blue, but never on his face so no one would get suspicious. One night, he took things too far. James was twelve and his mum, Brooke Diamond was out on a business trip. Sam came home drunk and did the unthinkable. He raped James. From then on, every month or so, when Brooke was away, Sam raped him. Until one day, Brooke came home early and found James in a pool of blood, with Sam beating him. She called the cops and Sam was sent to prison for ten years.

James couldn't believe that he got out on good behaviour. He was a child abuser, he shouldn't of gotten out at all.

He was pulled out of his thoughts as Mrs Knight and Katie walked in with bags full of clothes clutched in their hands.

"Oh hello. I'm Jennifer Knight and this is my daughter, Katie." Mrs Knight introduced, gesturing to Katie with her free hand.

"I'm Sam Diamond, James' father." Sam introduced himself.

"Well its very nice to meet you. I can't believe that we haven't meet before." Mrs Knight shook his hand after she put her bags down. "Would you like anything to drink or eat?"

Sam shook his head, "No, I just came here to tell James about a sudden death in the family." James froze. Sudden death in his family. "Lets talk in private shall we?" Sam suggested, grabbing James' arm roughly and pulling him out the door.

As soon as it closed behind them, James ripped his arm out of his father's hard grip and took a step back.

"I suppose that you didn't tell them about the, well, you know what." Sam spoke quietly.

"Who died and why are you, out of everyone, here to tell me?" James asked cautiously, not wanting to know the answer.

"I'm very sorry James," Sam started sarcastically, "but your mother was found raped and dead in her own home last week on Tuesday."

James gaped at him, unable to comprehend what he had just heard. His mother was dead. Sure she could be pushy sometimes but James loved her all the same. She was the one who took him away from the abuse. Who was there for him when he needed her. But now she was gone. Unable to come back. Sam continued, silently enjoying the look of horror that blanketed his son's features.

"The police haven't found the attacker yet but they have some leads. It was quiet clear that she had been beaten before she was killed. She had lots of stab wounds on her body but the reason for her death was a slit throat. They say that she was raped multiple times, weather by one person or a group of men, the police have yet to find out. She was also-"

"Stop!" James yelled in horror, taking a step back and putting his hands on his ears, as if he were trying to block out what had already been said.

The words rang through James' head; rape, killed, stab wounds, one person or group. He couldn't escape them.

"No." He murmured to himself, taking a step back, hitting the door that lead to his apartment. Sam laughed.

"So sorry James. I know how much she meant to you." He looked at his watch. "Oh I'm late for my lunch. I'll be seeing you real soon James." He leaned in and gave James a hug, smirking as he tensed under his arms. Sam let go and walked down the hall to the elevators, feeling James' stare on his back.

James lowered his hands from his head and took in a shaky breath. He was shocked to find his cheeks wet from the tears that he didn't remember shedding. He gripped and door knob and turned it. Walking inside his apartment, he didn't hear the questions his friends asked him, or could he see from the tears that were blocking his eye sight. He only knew one thing. His mother was dead. He wouldn't see her ever again. Dead.

With that last though, James bolted to his room and slammed the door shut behind him. He slid down it until he was sitting on the ground and wrapped his arms around his legs and buried his face in them, sobbing uncontrollably,

He could hear Kendall, Logan and Carlos outside of his door, asking if he was ok but he ignored them. One word ringing through his mind.

Dead.

AN: This was a spur of the moment idea and I'm not sure if I'll keep on going with it. If I get enough reviews then I'll keep going so review if you want a second chapter.