Hello My Sweets! Like I Said In 'My Requests' I Will Be Doing Stories With The Boys & Different Phobias. It Was Suggested To Me Anonymously, So Thanks Whoever You Are. I'm Pretty Excited To Do This. It Seems Really Interesting. & Yes These Are ALL Real Phobias. Hope You Enjoy!
XOXO Jessie

Agoraphobia- The fear of places where help is unavailable.

Logan leaned against his locker. Knowing that as soon as the bell rings he's in for a world of hurt. Breath. In. Out. In. Out. He frantically fumbled with his locker lock racking his brain for his combination number. What is it. 35-4-32. His locker opened with the sound of the squealing rusty hinges opening. Shhh! He twisted his head in both directions. Nobody. His relief was short lived when he came upon the realization that he wasn't going to be safe for much longer.
Ringg Ringg Rinnggg!

The Bell! In an attempt to get out of his daily beating he rummaged through his belongings, slammed his locker shut, and ran away from his locker block and down the hallway. He glanced back to see if he was being followed. Nobody, yet. Not watching where he was going, naturally, he ran into somebody.

"S-sorry." He stammered trying to pick up the books he lost in the confusion. To his dismay when he looked up, he was confronted by the cold, heartless eyes of Randy Newman. Randy Newman had been captain of the football team and out of everybody he picked on Logan. Why? Because Logan was on the hockey team. The football players hated the hockey players. Since Logan was the scrawniest of the players, he was the target.

Fear crept into Logan's eyes. He knew what was coming he just didn't want it to. Run. Move. Do Something! Before Logan could make a break for it Randy grabbed Logan by the collar of his shirt and pulled him into the air.

"You thought you could run? You're in for it today." Logan flinched, not because of the threatening tone in Randy's voice, but because of the smell of alcohol dripping off of Randy's words.

"Don't do this. Please!" Logan begged. Every day he did the same thing hoping and praying that Randy would grow a heart and let him go. Not today, Randy was more violent than ever. Was it the alcohol? Who knows? Who cares? He threw Logan to the ground and began wailing on him. Why me? Randy's fists seem to be getting harder and harder every time he threw another punch. Fight back! Logan found it harder and harder to keep his eyes open.

Noticing this Randy swooped down and picked up the now purple and bloodied boy and ran out of the school. "Whe-where are we going?" Logan managed to say. Randy's face was distorted into a smile. Not a smile like when you get an A on a test, oh no. The smile you get when someone you dislike is being punished, a twisted smile.

Randy pulled open the trunk to his car and chucked the half-consious Logan into the back with a thud. Oh God! Why wont anyone help me? Logan cringed at the thought of how many people witnessed what happened and did nothing. I wish someone were here. He leaned his head against the inside of the trunk. He felt the inside of his pockets because something was sticking him in the side. My phone! Logan pulled out his phone and dialed the first person that came to his mind. Kendall.

Kendall was sitting in their apartment waiting for Logan to get back. Logan had said earlier in the morning that he'd be staying later at school so the guys thought nothing of it and headed home. He was watching as James and Carlos were obsessing over a new game they had just gotten. When suddenly his phone buzzed. Logan. He smiled and quickly answered.

"Hey Logan. You're late! Where are you?"

He was met with silence. He was taken aback by the sounds of rugged breathing at the other end of the line.

"Logan is this some joke?" Worry began to show in his eyes. James and Carlos had stopped their game and exchanged worried glances as they studied Kendall's expression.

"K-kendall. H-help." Logan's voice was stopped by a yelp and a thud as Randy hit a bump in the road sending Logan flying against the lid of the trunk and sending him into a peaceful darkness.

"Logan! Logan?" He was met with the dial tone. Kendall lost it. He began throwing things and tearing apart the apartment. How could he let something happen to Logan! I shouldn't have let him stay by himself.

"Kendall calm down! What's wrong?" James face suddenly appeared in Kendall's sight.

"Logan… he…I- I don't know!" The look of fear was one James had never seen Kendall wear. In honesty it scared him. A lot.

The awkward silence was interrupted by a honking of a car. The three boys watched as Randy took Logan's unmoving body and threw it in the bushes. He laughed maniacally. And sped off in his car.

Logan.

The three boys hurried from the apartment to where their friend lay. "Logan are you okay?"

Logan began to struggle under the glares of his best friends. "What happened?" Kendall practically screamed as he saw the bruises forming on Logan's face.

"Did Randy do this to you?" James' eyes showed he was hurt. Hurt that Logan kept this a secret. And for how long?

Logan looked up with tears brimming in his eyes. "Yeah, he does this every day." He began to shake as the sobs shook through his whole body. Be a man dammit! Quit crying! No matter what he told himself, he couldn't shake off the crying.

"Logie?" Carlos's words came out in a hoarse whisper. "Are you sure you're okay?"
Logan just nodded. " Yeah, its just that I don't think I can handle being alone anymore. This happens all the time. I'm alone and nobody is there to help me'

The three boys looked heartbroken. The new found silence was interrupted by Carlos' squeaky voice. "Logan, you don't have to be scared of being alone, because you're never alone. You have us to help you. Always." The two older boys nodded in agreement and pulled Logan into one of their signature group hugs. For the first time in a while, he was happy. Genuinely happy knowing that they would always have his back.

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XOXO Jessie