Chapter 1 – Prologue

Kendall's' body writhed, moving hastily amongst the sheets. He gripped the sheets tightly when his nightmare slowly plagued his mind its monstrous terrors.

He sobbed at Logan's feet, as his friends grabbed him. Tears glided down his face like rivers, slowly drowning him. Cries of agony fled from his mouth, as his friend's laughter filled his ear-drums. His lungs burned for oxygen when Logan grabbed him roughly by his bruised neck. Logan lifted him so his feet couldn't touch the ground. Putting even more strain on his grip, he slowly stretched Kendall's' neck like it was elastic to him.

"You're nothing, but a fucking whore."

They threw him on the ground. Pain heavily shot through his spine, engulfing his insides in a burning sensation that created a synchronized dance of pain and torture. He growled,as he forced Kendall's' chin to look at him.

"Can't you seen, Ken? You are so fucking meaningless. You really think I cared about you. It was just a fuck, Kenny. Why would I EVER want you?"

Tears soaked his bleeding shirt,as his friends started taking off his clothes. Kendall saw Logan look at him as he opened the door. Glaring at Kendall's' bruised and bloody body, he slammed it shut.

The echo rang through his ears as he awoke, thrashing up into a sitting position. His shirt dampened with sweat as he panted, wiping his sweaty forehead with the back of his hand. He breathed in deeply and slowly, as he tried to calm down his heart rate. Kendall pushed his bangs out of his eyes, as the soft knock on his door hit his ears, making him jump into full alert.

"Daddy?" He took a calming breath, as he realized it was his daughter.

"It's okay, sweetie." He called through the door softly, as his daughter opened it.

Another loud thunder strike rumbled within our home and it trembled above lightly, making her jump. She clutched her small teddy bear tightly, like it was her lifeline. Kendall smiled. That was her favorite bear. He got it for her for Christmas when she was two. She never let it go ever since she was a baby. His name is Kowalski. She named it after a cartoon about 4 penguins. Kowalski was smart and it was her favorite penguin. She thought her teddy bear was smart too, so that was that. He didn't know what possessed her to name it after a cartoon penguin, but it beats me. She reminded me a lot of a certain brunette, because they both had an eye for smarts. She looked at me with big brown doe eyes, her soft brown hair waving slightly.

"I had a bad dream," He chuckled mentally, Daddy did too. Her bottom lip started to quiver slightly. My eyes soften at the sight of my trembling little girl.

"Come're sweetie." She walked across the waxed wooden floor as she climbed on my bed, jumping into my arms, as tears cascaded down her face. Kendall wiped them, as the harsh rain hit the windows and she quivered. She sniffed, as he wiped her remaining tears. He gently looked into her chocolate brown eyes.

"Mariana baby, I'm right here. I'll always be right here, okay?" He smiled at her, as she nodded and clutched her father tight, curling deeply into his side. Murmuring a sweet goodnight to her teddy, she drifted off into slumber. He kissed her forehead. In less than a minute later, He heard her peaceful and soft, but audible snores into her pillow, as she slept.

He smiled softly, but quickly found himself unconsciously frowning, as he looked at her features that lined her porcelain face. Each and every piece of her creamy textured skin, across her small frail body. Every feature that lined her small pale face slowly reminded him of a certain brunette. A brunette that made his guts churn deep within the pits of his stomach with a blistering anger and putrid hate. Every thought, every moment, and every memory made him hate him even more with an intense burning sensation that churned within him with a deep fiery rage every time he think of his name.

It flared within my soul so much it made my withering heart want to scream out in pure pain and bleeding agony. Remembering even one of his vindictive and spiteful ways was enough to send him over the edge of insanity. The only good thing he got out of him was his daughter. It's not like he blamed her or even hated his daughter, she's was his entire existence. He just hated the way she was conceived.

The even mere agonizing thought of his existence caused me an emotional pain so deep that even now, it hasn't been resolved enough in his heart for him to forgive him. The one person who made his life a living hell. The person who made him saddened every time he looked at his daughter, making him reminisce on the things he'd done to him. The name was his ex, Logan Mitchell. Best-friend, Lover, and Life-Destroyer. Logan Fucking Mitchell.

Logan laid on the uncomfortable bunk of his prison cell with his arms behind his head, as he listened to the water dripping from the ceiling. He could hear the soft sound of Carlos's snores above me and he groaned. This fucking sucked monkey balls. He couldn't sleep worth a shit. The place was extremely uncomfortable even in the slightest and plain terrible. He knew what you're wondering, why was he here? He was, well, Carlos and him were both in a Minnesota Correctional Facility. It was a pretty modern-day prison. Technology powered metal doors and it was pretty much closed off like a freaking mental asylum. He was going completely crazy in this place. You're still probably wondering how the hell he got here. Well, he didn't know himself. First, Carlos and him was creating another shipment when the next thing is you know the fuzz came out out of nowhere, took their merchandise, and locked their crazy asses up. Truth be told, him and Carlos sold drugs. You know little odds and ends all over the place. Carlos started selling when he was 15. He started soon after and he showed Logan the ropes.

He's not gonna lie, it's not the most fulfilling thing in the world, let alone the most respectable and honorable thing. Especially according to his father if he was still alive, but it got things done. Carlos and he are stepbrothers. They always had each other's backs. His family adopted him when he got kicked out. His mother was furious when she found out he was Bi-sexual. He went both ways if you know what he meant, but he preferred men. His father, well, he was never there. He walked out on them when he was a kid. Carlos's dad found him and took him in, cared for him, and called him his own. It got to the point where he was basically his dad. He and Carlos was best friends before he was adopted, so they both were ecstatic when they found out the news.

He was family and he fit in with the rest of his siblings nicely. It soon became bittersweet, He started selling drugs after his father died. His police partner shot him in the head on one of their nightly stakeouts. The worst part was, he'd known him for years. They were best friends and he shot him over his officer position. Dumb, right? Carlos took it hard and started closing people out of his life and changing his personality. He didn't do trusting and trying to be the lover of the family anymore. He claims if you don't trust anyone, no one can get hurt. Logan personally thought it was bullshit and it was just something for him to just have an excuse to mask his feelings, but that's how he coped.

He found out about his drug selling when his mother became low-sick. They kept everything afloat during that time and took care of his many siblings. After she got better, it just became routine. They didn't stop until they got raided. One of the reasons why they got thrown in this hell-hole. He sometimes wonder how he let his life get this far. Every time that thought comes into his head, he thinks of a certain blonde. A person who made him see things no one else did. A guy that made me question the direction of his own life. The mistakes he's made. All the lies he's told. Hell, every wrong road he's taken. Every person he hurt. It made him think of him.

So innocent, gorgeous, and beautiful in every possible way. The blonde who plagued his dreams every night. He was as beautiful on the inside, as he was on the outside. And he never said that about anyone. Gosh, how his heart yearned for him. To be able to lie by his side again, to be able to feel that beautiful soft, creamy skin. To once again have his arms wrapped around his unique and gorgeous frame, to be able to kiss those red plump lips, and constantly be mesmerized by his magnificent green eyes looking back at him filled with love. To once again make sweet passionate love to him all night long just to feel his body pressed against his and for Kendall to enjoy his warmth, but he destroyed that. Logans' heart broke in desperation and basically bled for his rich, unconditional, sweet, pure love, and to be wrapped in it every night instead of being in this cold, loveless, wretched and scary place that has now encased his soul

They both turned on their sides, hearts wrenching and breaking. Two darkened lost souls whose universe got destroyed along with their love. Both wondering the exact same question. How did this happen? Kendall looked out the rain endorsed window and saw the stars and wanted to cry, as he held his daughter. Both Logan and Kendall closed their eyes with the very last ounce of what was left of their bleeding and withered hearts, silently praying within their now broken souls that there would be some hope for tomorrow.