Right so I've been working on this for a few weeks, and i figured i'd put it up since i have writer's block on another story...

BTW: I don't own BTR.

The sky was black as the rain pelted down. The storm getting worse as time went on. The lightning illuminated a dark room and the face of a small boy. He pulled his knees to his chest trembling, the storm scared him, but so did the angry voices coming from his mommy and daddy's room. The boy knew what would happen, his daddy was scary when he was mad, that's why he was hiding, well, his mommy told him to hide when daddy was mad, she said she would make sure daddy didn't get mad at him or hurt him. But tonight was different.

He heard his daddy yelling and mommy crying really loud and then all he could here was the storm outside, nothing from his mommy and daddy's room, nothing. Then he heard someone outside his his door, when it opened his daddy was there.

"Daddy?" the boy's father grabbed some of his clothes and put them in a bag. "Daddy what's goin' on? Where's mommy?"

"We're leaving."

"But what about mommy?" his daddy didn't answer.

"We're leaving. Now." as the little boy followed his daddy down stairs to the front door he heard his mommy coming down the stairs behind them, but she sounded like she couldn't really walk.

"Mommy?" the boy asked looking back at her. She stood frozen on the bottom stair, one hand on the railing steadying her, the other on her swollen belly.

"What... no... god no.." her eyes were wide when she saw the bag her husband had in his hand. " Not my son, you bastard, not my son."

"Mommy?" the boy was getting scared. Mommy said a bad word, mommy never said bad words. His daddy threw him over his shoulder and walked outside into the storm.

"Mommy?"

As the door slammed closed he heard his mommy scream. "Kendall!"

Kendall flinched as his books were knocked from his grasp on to the floor and his favorite grey beanie torn off his head. He hated this, he got enough of this at home from his dad. He flinched again as he was slammed into the lockers. The laughter of his tormentors cut into him like a knife, just like his father's would later when he went home. He knew who his tormentors were without looking up, this had happened almost every day last two years. He had hoped he wouldn't have this extra torture this year, but of course he had no such luck.

"Come on James, join the fun!" Jett laughed. Jett, the leader of the small gang of bullies was most likely flanked by his two cronies Chad and Ricky. Honestly Kendall didn't know why Ricky did this to him, they used to be great friends, he knew what the blonde went through at home, he was one of the few that knew anything about it, yet he still caused Kendall more pain than he needed.

"Yeah Jay, c'mon!" Chad said trying to pull James Diamond over to assist them in torturing the tall green eyed blonde.

"No guys. Chad let go!"

"Fine, Diamond, be a chicken." Chad shoved James, sending him stumbling into a nearby locker.

"Well, dweeb, how 'bout my fist acquaints itself with your face?" Jett pulled back his fist as Kendall tensed and squeezed his eyes closed waiting for the punch to come, except it never did. The blonde peaked through his lashes to find out why. To his surprise Logan Mitchell was standing in front of him, hand wrapped around Jett's fist.

"What the hell are you doing Jett?"

"Well, I was going to teach this faggot a lesson…" Logan growled. "But you just prevented that Mitchell."

"You should know not to call people that, you know? Besides a faggot is a bundle of sticks, and I don't see any of those around, do you?"

Jett jerked his fist out of Logan's hand. "Fuck off, Mitchell."

"I could say the same to you, and actually I think I will. Fuck. Off. Now." Jett sent a glare at the brunet before he and his cronies left. "Are you ok?" Logan asked handing Kendall his books and beanie.

"Y-y-yeah. F-fine."

"Are you sure? You don't sound fine."

"Yeah... i'm sure." with that Kendall turned and ran down the hall. The last thing he needed was to trust another person who would just betray him later.

"What the hell James? Why didn't you stop them?"

"I... it just brought back a lot of memories... besides i'm not as brave as you Logan..."

"I'm sorry... it's just, you had me, and I don't think he has anyone..." James nodded as Logan looked at his phone. "Uh... James when did you say that audition was?"

"Two thirty. Why?"

"Because, it's almost 2:30 now..."

"Damn it! Come on!" James grabbed his friend's wrist and dragged him in the blonde had disappeared.

Let me know what you think.