Author's Note: Really quickly, I'd like to thank witnessgreatness21 for suggesting an idea for this sequel kaleigh_p (that's just her twitter name...idk her fanfiction name, sorry) for suggesting a title (even though I didn't use it), and ShinkisRule for suggesting ideas for this sequel (one of which will be the basis for Part 2) and for suggesting a title (even though I didn't use it, either).
Part I
Kendall and Anya walked hand in hand through Palm Woods Park, just enjoying each other's company. They had been going out for about 10 months now. Even though they were taking their relationship very slowly, they had been the best 10 months of both of their lives.
Suddenly, Kendall's phone buzzed. They stopped walking so that Kendall could read the text.
"I have to go to the studio," he said, clearly disappointed.
"Alright," Anya said.
"This shouldn't take too long," Kendall said, turning to face his girlfriend. He kissed the small white scar near her hairline, the only reminder of an accident that had happened a little over a year ago. "I'll be back in a few hours."
Anya nodded. Kendall allowed himself one last look at the girl he loved and then he turned to leave. As he walked away, he heard a car screech to a halt. There was the sound of a car door opening. And then Anya cried out.
Kendall spun around and ran back to the spot where he had left his girlfriend. A large man, about a foot taller than Kendall and twice as wide as him, had grabbed Anya and was trying to force her into the car as she struggled to free herself.
"Hey! Get off of her!" Kendall shouted, running into the man, using his body weight to knock him over. The man released his hold on Anya and then staggered to his feet. Before he could recover, Kendall punched the man in the jaw. He stumbled back, clearly dazed by the blow. The man shook his head a few times, as if to clear it, and then tripped back to his car. He got in and quickly drove away.
Still catching his breath, Kendall quickly went over to Anya, who had been watching the whole thing from behind a tree a few feet away.
"Are you ok?" Kendall asked, his green eyes filled with worry.
Anya nodded vaguely, her gaze focused on Kendall's arm. "You're bleeding," she said.
Kendall looked down. "I guess I am," he said, seeing a thin trail of blood making its way down his arm.
Anya gently began to pull Kendall by his good arm towards the Palm Woods.
Kendall laughed. "All right, all right, I'm going," he said. As they began to walk back towards the apartment, he noticed that Anya was trembling. Kendall put his arm around her comfortingly. "Do you have any idea who that guy was?" he asked.
Anya nodded. "He's Wayne's brother," she said quietly, "He used to come and 'visit' every so often." Anya looked down at her feet to hide the tears that were forming at the memory. "Whenever he was there, Wayne liked to show off the kind of stuff he did to me. It was…not fun."
"I can imagine," Kendall said, trying to hide the anger rising in his chest.
"Kendall, where have you been?" Logan said as they entered the apartment, "We're going to be late." He noticed the cut on his arm. "What happened?"
"Wayne's brother just tried to kidnap Anya," Kendall said, the anger he was feeling evident in his words.
"What?" James, Carlos, and Logan said.
"Wayne has a brother?" James asked incredulously.
"Is Anya ok?" Carlos asked.
"I'm fine," Anya said, her voice barely audible.
"We have to call the police," Carlos said.
"And get you cleaned up," Logan added, inspecting Kendall's arm.
"I'll call Gustavo and tell him that we're going to be late," James said.
"Come on," Logan said, pulling Kendall into the bathroom. He quickly patched up his arm as Carlos got the police on the phone.
"Hi, I'd like to report an attempted kidnapping," Carlos said, "And an assault and battery," he added.
"Ah!" Kendall hissed as Logan disinfected the cut.
"Hey, Kelly," James said into his cell phone, "We're going to be a little late."
Anya watched all of this, standing off to the side. She hated how she had caused it. It was because of her that Wayne's brother had come. It was because of her that Kendall had had to protect her. It was because of her that Kendall got hurt.
"Hey, Anya," Carlos called, "What's Wayne's brother's name?"
"Ethan," Anya replied a bit distractedly, "Ethan Hawkinson."
Anya knew that Ethan wouldn't give up. He would try to kidnap her again. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but he would be back. And when he did come back, somebody would get hurt. And it would be her fault again.
But if Anya was somewhere else, Ethan wouldn't come to the Palm Woods again. He would go wherever she was. Then her new family would be safe.
Anya's mind was made up. She knew what she had to do.
That night, Anya quietly packed a small backpack with her most important belongings. She tiptoed out of the room she shared with Katie and found a pad of paper and a pencil. Anya quickly wrote her message out and then laid it on the kitchen table where she knew someone would find it in the morning. Impulsively, she grabbed a beanie that Kendall had left on the kitchen table and, taking one last look at the apartment that she had called home for the past year, she silently slipped out the door.
The next morning, Kendall woke up early. Finding that he couldn't fall back asleep, he exited the room he shared with Logan with only one thing on his mind-breakfast. Before he could reach the kitchen, though, something caught his eye.
Kendall picked up the pad of paper and immediately recognized Anya's elegant handwriting. He read the note, and then read it again just to make sure he had read it right. Tears gathered in his eyes. No. It couldn't be. She couldn't have.
"Kendall?"
Kendall looked up to see Logan looking at him, deeply concerned.
"What's wrong?"
Kendall wordlessly offered the note. Logan took it and quickly read it. Then he read it again just to make sure he had read it right.
"Anya ran away?" he asked, knitting his brows together, thinking hard.
Kendall nodded, unable to speak.
Logan went to the door to the room that Anya and Katie shared and quietly peeked in. There was Katie, sleeping peacefully in her bed, but Anya's bed was empty and made, as if it hadn't been slept in. Logan noticed that the framed picture of Kendall and Anya from one of their many trips to the zoo was missing.
"Logan?" Katie said, opening her eyes sleepily, "What are you doing in here?"
"Anya…Anya ran away," Logan said, the truth of the words hitting him like a ton of bricks.
"What?" Katie asked, suddenly wide awake. She tore the blanket off of her and jumped out of bed.
"She left a note…" Logan began, but Katie had already left the room.
Logan followed her out and saw her grab the pad from Kendall and watched as she read it.
A look of disbelief passed over Katie's face as the words registered in her mind. She slowly put the pad down, tears glistening in her eyes.
"What are we going to do?" she whispered.
"We're going to find her," Kendall said, the look of disbelief replaced by a look of determination, "We're going to find her and bring her home.
Author's Note: So what do you think so far? Is it good? Does it stink? Please tell me! (Yes, that means review!)