"No! I don't want to leave the band! I want to stay with the guys here in LA. You can't make me leave! Mom has custody of me! You have no power over me!" I yelled into the phone. My real dad was being unfair. Yep that's right ladies; my mom divorced my dad and then married the guy she is married to right now. Carlos, Kendall and Logan think that Steve (my mom's current husband) is my dad. They also think that I was born in Minnesota.

The truth is I was born in Texas when my mom was still with my real dad before she left him, changed her and my name and moved to Minnesota when I was four. Okay so back to where I left off about my dad being unfair. He wants me to quit the band and take over the family business. Unlike most family businesses, this one isn't the most legal. My dad… is the head of one of the Mexican cartels. He wants me to leave big time rush since "no child of his is going to be in a boy band when he should be running a business like a man."

I don't want to take over or let alone think of taking over his business. That's actually why my mom left him in the first place. She said that she didn't want her son growing up around a cartel or growing up to run a cartel. She changed my name to James Isaac Diamond since my birth name was James Derek Alvarez.

So I guess I should tell you a bit more about my dad other than the fact that he is a cartel leader. His name is Robert Alvarez, he was born in Dallas, Texas and is 41 years old. He dated my mom when she was sixteen and then they had me when they were 17. My mom left him when she was 21. They weren't married but they dated for a long time. My mom told me that he showed no interest in marrying her so she left (also for the reason I mentioned earlier). He has been angry with her ever since. She met my step dad when I was five and he has been my dad ever since. Robert has tried to contact me several times before in the past.

My mom had a restraining order put against him for me and her but he's violated it several times. He's shown up a few times and we've had to hide until he left. My mom is ashamed of him so she refuses to call the police because she doesn't want the neighborhood to talk. She sent me out here with the guys when we got the offer for Big Time Rush and didn't think twice about it.

It wasn't until we got more famous she thought about it. He wasn't stupid; he knew our new last names. So when I got that call, I started to panic. I haven't heard from him in almost a year. The last time he contacted me, he wanted to "reconnect with me." he also claimed that he had "changed" but I didn't believe him, not once. He was the same dirty pig he has always been. I decided that it was best to call my mom and tell her about this call (I didn't tell her about the last call; she would have never let me come to LA if she had known). Dialing the familiar number, I thought about how I was going to tell her. It's about ten here so it should only be around twelve or one there.

"Hi sweetie, I can't talk right now I'm in an important client meeting right now. Can I call you later?"

"Mom, he called me this morning. I'll tell you more later, just be careful. I love you."

"Okay. Are you sure? I can step out for a few minutes?"

"Yeah. Just be careful, love you."

"Okay. Love you."

"Bye."

Sighing, I hung up the phone to see Logan walking out of his room and into the kitchen.

"Morning James, what are you still doing here? I thought you went to the pool earlier today?"

"Morning Logie. I didn't want to go down today so I stayed here and watched some TV."

"Oh. Do you know where Kendall and Carlos went?"

"I believe Kendall is hanging out with Lucy and Carlos is out with Camille?"

"Oh okay. Wait why is Carlos with Camille?

"I believe Camille needed help with some Spanish for a role she is going to audition for."

"Oh okay." Logan said with jealous like attitude.

"Why is little Logie jealous?"

"Pfft. No. why would I be jealous of Carlos?"

"Whatever man, I'm going out. I'll be back in like an hour maybe two. Not any longer than that. Call me if you need ANYTHING."

"Sure thing then. Have fun or something?" he said with a shrug.

"Bye."

"Bye."

Checking that I had my phone, wallet and keys, I headed out of the apartment and then out of the building. Walking down the street, I stopped in a store and bought a hat and a jacket. I ignored my gut feeling and continued down the street towards the studio. The bad feeling got worse and worse as I went on. Ignoring it as it got worse, I was about to step in the lobby of the studio when several men jumped out of a van and pulled me in. I tried to fight it but it was three on one. One of the goons had a rag and put it to my face.

I drowsily woke up in a room tied to a chair. The first things I thought of when I could think properly were: do they have my mom? Kendall and his family or Logan and or Carlos? Where am I? I knew he had me. No need to panic about that. So I know who has me just not where I am. How long have they had me? I am glad that I told Logan that I wouldn't be gone longer than an hour or two. At least then they had a time frame to put up that and the recording studio cameras probably have the time stamp on them. So most likely, they have footage of me being taken. There's peace of mind in that at least. Hopefully my mom tells them about our previous phone call. I only wish I didn't ignore my gut feeling, all though I am glad that the others weren't here and or hurt when they took me. So in a way my plan worked. So I guess in a way I knew I was going to be taken and I pretty much sped up the process. Great.

Not knowing if I should call out for help (like anyone would really help me either way) or just sit there and wait for a goon or something to walk into the room. I decided on the latter option and observed my surroundings. The room was probably five feet by five feet big, the walls were dirty and the floor was cement with a drain in the center of the room. A good amount of time passed before two goons walked into the room. One guy probably stood around Kendall's height and one was around Carlos's height. I remained silent as one guy walked towards me and grabbed me by the hair. I remained silent and tried not to whimper at the pain in my scalp.

The guy only laughed as he slammed me back down. I grunted but said nothing. He watched me for a few minutes before saying, "why haven't you asked us why you are here or how much money we want?" When I didn't answer, he slapped me. My cheek throbbed slightly as I answered, "I know that you probably do want my money and I know that my dad wants me to quit the band." He nodded and then said, "So you are smart, pretty boy. Well not only do we want that, you're going to call your little friends and tell them that you quit the band and you never want to talk to them again. Your also going to get all of your money and give it to us."

I remained silent. There was no way I was quitting big time rush. They would torture me before I would ever disown the guys. Not liking my answer, the guy punched me in the jaw. I spit blood onto the floor before saying, "I'll give you all of my money before I would ever leave the band."

He slapped me and said, "You WILL leave the band. It's not an option." I spit in his face and shouted, "NEVER!" pissed off, he slugged me in the side of the head, untied me before full on beating me. Blow after blow my body ached. He kicked me in the sides of my chest, stood on my leg until I loud CRACK sound was made. As he finished his assault on me, he spit on me and left me in a puddle of my blood that was dripping from my head. I lay on the floor with my thoughts running amuck for a while because I was unable to get up from the most likely broken leg and ribs. So I guess now, I'm not the pretty one in the band anymore.

I could only imagine what I looked like. My hair was probably all over the place with blood dried in it. I could feel my jaw and cheek throbbing along with the side of my head. Time passed, I couldn't tell how much because of the pain and the fact there was no clock. Maybe an hour later the goons came back. The tall one grabbed me roughly and threw me into the chair. I screamed as my ribs hit the back of the chair. I screamed louder when he tied the rope around my chest and my wrists together behind my back. He laughed sickly at my pain before saying, "I hope you have changed your mind pretty boy or should I say ugly boy. You're pretty. Pretty ugly now. I would suggest you quit the band now so you can at least have some of your face still pretty."

Again I replied no. he then again began an assault on the rest of my body. I heard another two Cracks. I lost count of the hits and bones cracking after forty. He stopped and said, "Still want to say no?" I managed to say through clenched teeth, "I would rather have my friends then my looks. They mean more to me then my appearance. It would be so vain to choose myself over them." he smiled sick fully and replied, "then I guess we are going to have some guests." He told the shorter goon. The shorter goon was about to walk out when I yelled, "Stop. I'll quit the band if that means you'll never hurt them or bother them. You have me, I will give you anything you want, just don't hurt them please." he smirked as the shorter goon nodded. Pulling out a phone, he blocked the number and said, "Dial one of your friends and tell them your fine and that there is no need to worry about anything. Then at the end you tell them you want to quit the band." Nodding, I dialed the number with my fingers that weren't broken.

"Hello?" Kendall said as he answered the call. "Hey bro." I said casually. "James where the hell are you? You told Logan you would be back in two hours tops and it's been two days!" gulping I replied, "oh. I didn't know it had been that long. Well I'm fine there's nothing to worry about oh and iamquittingtheband." "What do you mean you didn't know it's been two days?" he practically shouted at me. "Um I haven't been near any clocks or daylight or anything that could tell me where I am or what time it is." I replied carefully.

"Okay, when are you going to be back? My mom has been freaked out since you told Logan you wouldn't be gone long." He asked. Taking in a deep breath I said with my voice shaking a bit, "um I don't know. Tell your mom that she has always had a place in my heart, tell Katie she was the sister I never had, tell Logan that I hope he becomes a doctor because he would be great at it, and tell Carlos that he will find a new party king to rule Hollywood with. And for you, it's okay to break down. You don't have to be strong all the time. It's okay to cry. I love you all and I always will. Never forget that. I'm doing this to protect you. Tell my mom that I'll miss her and this has everything to do with what I called her about before. When I'm gone, carry on don't dismember the band. Stay together for the fans please. I love you. I'm sorry. I….quitbigtimerush." I didn't give him a chance to answer because I already hung up the phone. I choked back my tears because I would never give them the satisfaction of seeing me cry.

The man only smirked more. "I quit the band. What more could you want?" I asked. This time he smiled with a sickening look in his eyes. I gulped as he walked towards me. For the first time in this whole ordeal, I was scared. I wasn't scared before, I knew what was happening and why it was happening. I didn't know what was about to happen and it terrified me. He untied me and carried me away from the chair through a hallway to another room that had a bed. I tried to remember the way he went but there were far too many right and left turns. I whimpered as he threw me on the bed. He took my right wrist and tied it to the bed before taking my left wrist and tying it to the bed. He repeated the process with me legs. I began to cry silently as he pulled his pants down and stripped out of his clothes. He then removed my clothes and did the unthinkable.

***********several hours later***********************************************

I cried the entire time I was in that room. Once he was done with me, he untied me and had the other goon drag me back to the room I was originally in. The shorter goon wasn't as rough with me as the taller one as he tied me back up to the chair. I cried and cried for a long time. I cried for being taken, I cried for quitting the band, I cried for having that guy do disgusting things to me and I cried because there is no way I am getting out of here soon let alone alive in the end of this whole ordeal. I eventually cried myself to sleep.

I hoped that I would wake up and this was all just a nightmare. My mind tortured me with nightmares about what happened the whole entire time I was asleep. I woke up the next morning feeling even worse than I did when I went cried myself to sleep last night. My stomach growled in pain as it begged and pleaded for food. I looked around the room trying to find an escape route. Sighing at my dismay, there was only one way in and out, the door. I stared at the ceiling, wall and floor until someone came into the room.

The short goon came in with a tray of food and put in front of me before tying my waist and chest to the chair after untying my hand so I could eat. He handed me a turkey sandwich and water. I thanked him and ate the food slowly so I wouldn't throw up. When I finished, he took the plate and cup away from me before tying my hand back up. When he left, I was alone with my thoughts. I'm not sure how much time left but the tall goon came back again.

I tried to not let him see my weariness or my discomfort as he stepped closer to me. With each step, the walls I put up slowly fell down in an instant. He smirked and then said, "I'm taking you to the boss." I nodded in response as he untied me and retied my wrists behind my back. He practically dragged me down several hallways because of my injured leg. At the end, we got to a door and he said, "Here are the ground rules for meeting the boss 1) do not speak unless spoken to, 2) do not disrespect the boss in anyway, 3) do not question the boss. Understood?" I nodded and prepared for who I thought I was about to meet. Walking into the room I was shocked to who I saw sitting there in front of me. It was…

A/N: this is in the process of being partially rewritten. I wrote this when I was like 13, not gonna lie. Its also one of my first stories, one of the better, but not the best. I'm gonna fix it and then finish it. It probably wont be as long as I had once planned but it'll definitely have some length to it.