A/N: Hey everyone and happy Thursday! I welcome and present to you: Behind Closed Doors! This is a co-authored fanfic written by *drumroll* Kara and Ketaura! *insert wild cheering* We are both super, super excited about this fic and we hope you all enjoy it!( As you read please make some mental notes on what you would like to say in a nice little review :3 Pairings will be James/OC and Kendall/OC. And just a warning: The 'M' rating isn't 'to be safe'. This story will earn it. But regardless, enjoy and see you at the bottom! :D
~Kara
Disclaimer: We do not own Big Time Rush.
Lydia Sofia Moore and Breanna Evangeline Woods were best friends. Well, they were more than best friends; they shared a bond that existed was on a much deeper plane. When the two of them were together, they were a dynamic pair. They had met over a shared passion; school work. Both were perfectionists and cared deeply about their grades and education.
Even though both girls loved schoolwork, they both had family members that loved their schoolwork more than they did. Lydia had her older brother, Liam, who wanted more for her baby sister then he had. Going to the community college every day wasn't his ideal living, and he was hell bent on making sure Lydia didn't do the same. Bree had her adopted family; they were goofy, laid back, and fun to be around but were completely serious when it came to her school work.
However, today was special. It was December 15th and the girls had just finished all of their strenuous midterm exams and were now in the clear for Christmas. So, they did what any teenage girl would do, and decided to go shopping.
They lived in Miami and they only needed light sweaters when they departed in the early evening. The sun was just beginning to fall below the horizon when Mrs. Woods drove the two 16 year old girls to a nearby shopping mall.
"Bree? You're going to head home with Lydia when you're done right?" Mrs. Woods asked after the two girls left the car.
Bree, the shorter of the two girls nodded and her long, caramel colored hair danced with the movement. "Yes Mom!"
"You two have fun! Don't spend over $400, okay Breanna?" Julianna Woods sounded firm using her daughter's full first name. Bree's bright blue eyes flashed and she happily accepted the rule. Once she waved to her mother, Mrs. Woods left.
Once the little red convertible was out of sight, Lydia turned to Breanna. Lydia's long, curly blonde hair framed her face and her bright green eyes examined her curvy friend from behind glasses.
"Four hundred dollars?" The taller girl broke out into a smile. "We going to have so much fun!" Lydia grabbed Bree's hand and dragged her into the awaiting mall.
They giggled and laughed their way through every store in the mall. The tension of the last week sizzled from their minds and they officially got into a jolly Christmas mood. Eventually Bree sat her 5'7" curvy frame down in a recently-sat-in chair at the food court.
"Ooh, it's warm." She looked over for her friend and called out to her. "Hey, tall one, get your butt over here and rest a minute, will ya?" The blonde came back over and sat her 5'9" slim frame across from her friend.
"How much did you spend at that last store, Bree?" Lydia laughed as she examined the growing piles of brightly colored bags around them.
Bree hung her head down and scratched her neck, "Umm…more than I should have?" She chuckled nervously, "But come on, Lia! Look at this!" She held up a teal colored corset heavily embroidered with black lace. "Isn't this just freaking adorable?"
Lydia, who was wearing a pair of dark skinny jeans and a slim fitting black baby doll dress with the batman logo on top, stuck her tongue out at her friend. "Yes, it's cute but did you have to get the puffy, short sleeved black v-neck to go with it?"
Bree stood up. "Of course! I mean…I'm not going to wear it by itself; I'd look like a slut!" She held up the corset to her chest.
"In fact, I think I'm going to make a quick costume change. Wanna come with?" She asked Lydia.
The curly blonde shook her head. "Nah, I think I'm going to get something to eat. What do you want?"
Bree looked around and examined the choices. "Hmm, um just grab me a plain cheeseburger and a water from that place." She pointed.
Lydia nodded and Bree, with a bag in her hands, walked into the bathroom. She took one of the empty stalls and changed into a pair of low-rise, dark wash jeans and her new corset and shirt underneath. She struggled to lace it correctly but, after much difficulty, she had it laced. Her black flats went back on her feet and she walked over to the mirror.
Her usually wavy hair was straight thanks to her new flatiron, and her curvy body seemed to pop with the corset. Her size C-almost-D breasts were on display, the slimness of her waist was also flaunted and her curvy hips looked amazing in the jeans she chose.
After grabbing a wet paper towel and another eyeliner pencil from her bag, she fixed her smudged eyeliner and freshened up with some fruity perfume.
Once she looked as sexy as possible, she walked back out into the food court where Lydia was keeping watch over her bags and the food.
The tall blonde had just sat back down at the table with her diet soda and side of fries. She placed Bree's water and plain cheeseburger at the seat across from her. "She's so weird." Lydia muttered to herself. "The girl doesn't like flavor I swear."
Just at that moment, Breanna walked up behind Lydia. "Where you making cracks at my taste buds again?"
"Hey look at you, sexy! The corset looks incredible." Lydia whistled as she raked her eyes over Bree's body.
"Don't try to change the subject." Lydia pouted as the shorter girl laughed. "I got another one" Bree started, changing the subject herself. "But instead of it being teal and black it's a blood red and creme. I'm glad I did."
Lydia nodded.
"It was a bitch to tie and I don't think I got the bow right…can you check?" She turned around and, after some slight tugging, Lydia put her hands on Bree's hips and sat her down.
"There you go. Oh and the plain tasteless burger is on me. Don't worry about it." She smiled as Bree stuck her tongue out.
The girls ate their food and got lost in some jovial conversation when Lydia checked her phone.
"Oh shit! Bree it's midnight! Liam said he was only going to be able to pick us up if we got done before 11. He has to head back up to the college tonight."
Bree looked confused. "Do you have any missed calls from him?"
She checked her phone. "Two. And a voice mail. How did I not hear it go off?" Her voice rose.
Lydia listened to the voice mail: "Hey Lia, I don't know why you're not answering but I can't stay any longer. I have to head back up tonight. You have a key to the house; get Mrs. Woods to give you guys a lift back to our place. I'm sorry I can't pick you up but text me when you get home safe, okay? Love you."
Bree raised an eyebrow. "Well?"
"He suggested to have your mom pick us up." Lydia murmured as she put the phone back in her pocket.
"Damn. We can't call my parents because they left to go on a date tonight and Spencer is still sitting at home recovering from his car accident." A brief image of her older brother lying unconscious in a hospital bed flashed through her mind. Bree shook it out of her head. "Can we just walk home to your house? It's only like a twenty five minute walk." Bree suggested as she bit her lip and madly cleaned the table.
Panic was running through both of the girls as they gathered everything up.
Lydia spoke quickly. "I don't want to, Breanna! You know that I don't like walking after dark!"
Bree put her hand on her friend's shoulder. "I know, believe me I don't want to either but it's the only option right now."
Lydia nodded and they both pretty much ran through the emptying mall and to the entrance they arrived at. When they looked outside, Bree picked up her phone.
"Screw getting in trouble, I'm not walking in that." That happened to be a rainy, stormy night. It wasn't pouring but it could easily start any second.
Bree punched in her Mother's phone number.
"Bree?" Julianna's voice sounded anxious.
"Hey Mom? We stayed a little later than we should have and Liam can't give us a lift back to Lydia's. Can you come pick us up? It looks like it's about to rain."
Her mom laughed, "Of course, baby. Your Father and I are actually finishing up at a restaurant near the mall. We will be done in a minute. Our car is in the parking lot a few to the right of where we dropped you off. Walk down to the car and we will give you a lift."
Bree sighed. "Thanks so much, Mom!"
She ended the call and turned to Lydia. "Ok. My parents are finishing up a date at the restaurant across the way. She said if we walk to the car she can give us a ride. They will probably beat us there so let's get going."
"Thank God." Lydia sighed in relief.
The two girls walked out of the mall and into the dark, dimly lit parking lot. Raindrops decorated their clothing as they walked on the sidewalk in an effort to remain close to the building and under cover.
"Hey can we stop for a minute? It's chilly I want to put my sweater on." Bree asked.
"Sure. I need to do the same thing." Lydia said.
They both stopped and put their bags on the ground and fished out their sweaters. Bree slipped a long, knee length, black knit sweater on and Lydia put on a simple crème one.
Bree snuggled into the black fabric around her body. "I feel warmer now; let's keep going before it pours."
Lydia nodded, "Sounds good. I don't like being out here."
The blonde bent down to retrieve her bags when suddenly a rag was clamped over Bree's mouth. She screamed and Lydia immediately snapped around and kicked whoever it was and knocked
them to the ground.
Bree collapsed and began gasping for fresh air. Her nose burned and she couldn't breathe. There was a brief shout and two other people dressed in black came up and pushed Lydia onto the ground and rags were placed over both of their faces.
The girls twitched and fought their captors but, in the end, their only stilled. Once they were out they were picked up and taken the opposite way to a waiting van. The door opened and everyone piled in before driving off the opposite direction. Their bags were left on the sidewalk and their new purchases were lying wet in the street.
Out of the two kidnapped girls, Lydia began to awake first. There was a splitting pain in her head and her lungs burned. Various parts of her body ached and she was struggling to organize her rushing thoughts. Her vision was a little blurry at first but she soon became aware of the uncomfortable position she was in; her back was pressed against the metal design at the end of what appeared to be a small cot. Her hands were chained to it and her ankles were too.
"Oh God…" Her voice was raspy and her throat felt like a desert.
The chains rattled loudly when she tried to break free from it's icy metallic grip. In a desperate, terrified attempt at trying to break free, she full out fought against the chains. Even when blood began to fall she continued.
Nothing happened. She didn't break free, she didn't escape in a heroic fashion; she stayed put. The feeling of being caged like an animal with no escape scared her to death.
Someone has trapped me for a reason. They don't want me getting away. Why? What did I ever do?
The more she thought and focused on the situation, the more bleak the outcome seemed.
About four feet in front of her was a wall and to her left was the open space. There was a small lantern on the floor giving off light, but she was sitting in such a place that she could only see a small portion of the room. The halo like orb the lantern emitted illuminated the small area around it. The ground was cement and the walls appeared to be wood. She saw the end of a small workbench and that was it.
"Bree?" She called out.
No response.
She shook the shackles she was imprisoned by. "Bree?" She shouted.
Nothing.
Oh God, oh God, oh God. No. No she has to be here, too.
"Breanna!" Her voice cracked as she screamed out to her friend, hoping that the cacophonous call would rouse her from her sleep. A few silent, still moments later, she felt movement on, where else, the bed she was chained to. Breanna was making light groans and, as she awoke, she found herself to be shackled to the cot as well.
Her legs were spread and her ankles were attached to opposite ends of the bed. Her hands were folded behind her and she could barely move. Like Lydia, she was in pain. A lot of it.
"Lia?" Bree called out in a sleepy voice.
Lydia let out a sigh of relief. "Bree! Are you okay?"
There was a slight groan. "My lungs are burning and I'm shackled to a bed. Not to mention my entire body aches but…I'm alive. What about you?"
Lydia nodded to herself. "Same."
Suddenly the lantern flickered and went out. A heavy feeling settled in Lydia's stomach as the darkness enveloped and suffocated her. It was only then that both of the girls realized just how cold and damp the room was. Both had their sweaters and shoes removed but other than that their clothes remained intact.
What the hell am I on? Bree thought to herself. The pathetic comforter she was lying on was thin and frail. It was also damp, and dirty, and gritty. Her skin crawled.
Bree was about to say something when both girls heard the squeaking of a door open. With one simple sound, fear turned the blood in their veins to ice. Because of the angles they were situated in, they couldn't see the door itself open and close. But they did sense another presence add himself to the room.
Lydia and Bree were completely silent; all that could be heard was their breathing. Nothing else. No footsteps or breathing from the newest addition. The figure took joy in knowing that they had no clue where he was. He could snap their necks and they would never see it coming.
The tension was tangible; each girl straining for any sound of this intruder.
Eventually, Lydia had enough.
"Who are you?" She screamed.
No response. Nothing. Not a sound was made.
Bree was mystified. How can someone move around without making any noise?
"Where the fuck are you?" Breanna shrieked. A second later, Lydia heard the harsh hard smack of skin against skin as Breanna was slapped across the face.
Her head whipped back into the damp bed and she felt her skin burning.
"Don'tuse that kind of language." He barked. His voice was raspy and deep. And then Bree heard Lydia scream as the lower half of the bed shook viciously.
"Get off of me!" She shouted. He grabbed her waist and hit her against the bottom of the bed.
Anything to scare them, he thought with a smile. Each frightened scream elicited from the two was just adding to his enjoyment. The real fun would come later.
"Let her go you son of a bitch!" Bree screamed. Lydia gasped at the use of her words and even Breanna groaned at her word choice. She was going to be slapped again.
The man immediately let go of Lydia and turned the lantern on low. Lydia couldn't see the man but Bree could. He was in his late 30s, tall, medium build, and was wearing jeans, a black shirt, and socks. His hair was neatly combed and colored a jet black. He would be attractive if he weren't doing this.
She watched him walk over to the workbench and pick up something before walking back over to the cot. He smiled, showing a perfect set of teeth, and waved a large knife in her field of vision.
Oh, fuck. Her stomach dropped and her breathing accelerated.
Breanna knew if she started screaming then she would panic Lydia. So she tried to keep quiet. No one said anything as the man knelt beside the bed. The knife was placed on the floor with a metallic noise, and he slowly began unbuttoning Bree's jeans.
Lydia was straining to hear something, anything, about what was going on. Her breath caught when she heard the sound of a zipper being lowered.
"No! Please don't hurt her!" She shouted out in protest. I don't want to hear this.
Even Bree began to object when he pushed them down. But it was just a pitiful sight; after all, the only struggling she was capable of consisted of verbal threats and shackle-shaking. However, he wasn't able to get them very far because of the way her legs were tied so he simply put them back on.
But that didn't save her from the incoming pain. He picked the knife up slowly, letting the light of the lantern reflect off of the knife.
No. No. No. No, he won't kill me. He won't kill me because he just got me. Breanna Woods tried desperately to convince herself that she wasn't going to die in a few seconds.
The knife flashed in her bright blue irises when he brought it down. It sliced through the fabric of her jeans to make a deep gash in her left thigh. Blood almost instantly started flowing out of the wound and began staining the blue fabric. Breanna screamed and arched her back off of the cot. Lydia shook at the shackled trying desperately to get to her friend.
Fuck! Oh God it hurts! Bree was startled by the pain, she never thought being stabbed would hurt so much. The next thought that flashed through her mind was one concerning the location of said knife previously. What kind of infection am I going to die from now?
Blood slowly began staining the cot. The man smiled, patted her head and walked away. Bree was screaming and Lydia was too.
What did he do to her? The blonde hung her head and wept for her friend.
He put the knife back on the workbench, turned off the lantern, and promptly left the room with a light laugh on his lips.
As soon as the door closed, Breanna's sobs of pain increased in volume.
"Breanna! What did he do to you?" Lydia shouted at her friend.
"H-He cut m-my thigh." Breanna stumbled over her words. They came out in pained gasps.
Lydia screamed out in rage and desperately began trying to free herself. More fresh blood soon began rolling down her arms. Breanna was trying to do the same thing. She shook violently against the metal restraints. When her own blood began pooling she didn't stop. She kept trying. Curses escaped her mouth as she became hysterical.
The door was thrown open against the wall and the man came back in. He walked over to Lydia first and, without saying a word, grabbed her arm and shoved a syringe into it. She cried out in pain but soon began to feel her eyelids droop.
What the hell did he just give me? Her blonde hair hung in her green eyes as she struggled to catch her breath.
"What did you just do to her?" Breanna cried out.
Lydia struggled to answer, knowing the man never would. "H-He…injected…something…" She couldn't speak. Lydia fought to stay awake.
But that only added fuel to Breanna's fire. She fought even more.
"What did you give her? You bastard, answer me!" Feeling of instant mortification and regret? Breanna was feeling it. Why can't I keep my damned mouth shut?
The man growled at her. "I will drill manners into you yet. But for now, you need to stop." He slapped her across the face and stabbed her in the arm with another syringe. She tried to fight it, but due to her current position, she was defenseless.
The man laughed. "How strong are you now?"
Bree lowered her voice and stared directly into his brown eyes. "I'm strong enough to survive this."
The man stood up and watched the two girls struggle to stay awake. But after a few minutes, they eventually they fell victim to the drug.
"We'll just see about that."
A few miles away in a rather large hotel room, James Diamond was up and in the shower. The boys of Big Time Rush had been given the opportunity to go to Miami for a brief vacation in celebration of their new album release. Everyone had gone, including Kendall Knight's Mom and younger sister, Katie.
Gustavo and Kelly planned on spending some vacation time, but had to stay back to oversee a new proposal Griffin had made at the last minute.
They had arrived three days ago, and were enjoying everything Miami had to offer. Today everyone was going to head down and do some shopping before heading out to dinner.
Kendall was up ordering some brief room service for his band mates, Carlos Garcia was still sound asleep and Logan Mitchell was rubbing his eyes in an attempt to wake up. The day before had been spent at the beach and everyone was still a little wiped from it. Although it was winter, swimming and tanning was still an option…but the water was a little chilly.
"Ouch…" Logan muttered as he stretched and felt a slight sunburn across his shoulder. Next time I put on more sunscreen.
James was also feeling the effects of a little too much sun exposure. The warm water hit his reddened back and he briefly hissed in pain. I hope it doesn't peel. Dead skin is seriously a turn off.
After his skin had been washed and his hair was clean and ready to be styled, James turned off the water and exited the large shower. A nearby towel was gently rubbed across his wet skin and then over the steamed up mirror. He took a few moments to admire his hazel eyes, pink cheeks, tan skin and flawless smile.
Well, handsome, today is going to be a good day.
Meanwhile, after a small breakfast had been ordered, Kendall leaned back on the couch and turned on the large television. The local news channel was flashing headlines along with brief weather reports.
"Highs today in the lower hundreds with scattered T-Storms expected in the late afternoon…"
"Local hospital reports salmonella case not linked to local harvest…"
"Suspects of a robbery in custody today at…"
Logan yawned and walked out into the main room. "Morning, Kendall."
"Hey man…wow. You got burnt yesterday, dude." Kendall whistled.
"Ugh. I know. How bad is it?" The darker haired boy brought his hand up to his reddened cheek.
Kendall stifled a laugh. "Um…pretty bad. There's a mirror on the wall over there. GO see for yourself."
Logan slowly walked over to the small mirror and checked his appearance. "Oh crap! I look like a freaking lobster!"
"Add a side of butter and you're good to go, dude." Kendall smirked.
"Shut up. How is it that every time I go out and get some sun, I turn red while James just gets tanner?" Logan sighed as he plopped down on the couch next to Kendall, who simply shrugged.
Just then, a freshly showered James walked into the room. "What about me?" Once he saw Logan, his smirk matched Kendall's. "Dude…"
Logan held a hand up. "Don't. Even."
James held his hands up in surrender and sat in a chair adjacent to the couch.
A still half asleep looking Carlos soon joined the group. "Anyone else hungry?" He mumbled while trying to smooth down his bed head.
"I just ordered something and no, before you ask, it does not include corndogs." Kendall said. The small boy sighed and slouched into the seat next to Logan.
A slim black woman then came onto the news. "Police were called to a local shopping mall last night around 1:30 A.M. where two girls were reportedly kidnapped."
The four boys all turned their attention to the TV.
"Kendall, turn up the volume." Logan asked. The blonde nodded.
"An Amber Alert is currently in effect for Breanna Evangeline Woods and Lydia Sofia Moore, who were reported missing last night when both failed to show up at a meeting place with Woods' parents. A search of the perimeter revealed a possible abduction."
The news channel showed a sidewalk beside the mall. Shopping bags and clothing items were scattered along the ground, along with a few blood stains. The whole section was blocked off with police tape.
"Currently, there are no leads. Anyone with information is urged to call the number being shown on your screen."
Once the number flashed, pictures of Breanna and Lydia were shown. The boys all sucked in a breath.
"They're beautiful…" Kendall sighed. His heart went out for the blonde…Lydia. Lydia Moore. She was incredibly gorgeous and had a look of…innocence about her. An almost child-like persona.
What horrible things were happening to her? He thought.
Like Kendall, James felt an attraction to one of the girls. The brunette. Breanna. She was stunning, James couldn't deny it. Even her name was melodic…Breanna Woods. He felt bad for her, and wondered what she was thinking at that particular moment.
Logan kept his mouth shut. They were probably dead, or soon would be. He hated this world, he hated the evil in people and he hated seeing innocent people suffer. Especially two beautiful girls who were just starting their life.
Carlos just wanted to know that they were okay. Like Logan, he hated to see people in pain.
For the next few moments, the room was still.
The four boys of Big Time Rush thought that the day ahead of them was going to be fun and relaxing, but none of them could have guessed that this time tomorrow morning, two of them would have their own pictures flashing across the screen.
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~Kara