Okay, so, bear with me. This is only my second fanfic, and only my first for BTR. This one's a angst-y, romance-y drama/suspense.
Katie gets in trouble—big, life endangering trouble. What are the guys gonna do? It sorta fits into a lot of categories, but… well… bare with me, read, add, and review.
Disclaimer- I do not own BTR, not the characters, but I do own what's happening to them, and the LAPD officer.
Warning! Rated T for abuse, rape, gay relationships, and violence!
(Kendall's POV)
It had been days since we'd seen Katie. Weeks. Okay fine, almost a whole month. Twenty-eight days. I couldn't stop thinking about her. I sat on the couch, then, with my face buried in my face, and tears soaking all the way through.
The door creaked open. A police officer walked into our apartment with a sad look on her face. Her LAPD badge was crooked on her chest. Carlos approached her with distress.
"This isn't about the corndog thing, right?" He pressed, almost shaking as she circled him, and looked at him quizzically. "I mean, this visit is about Katie, right." Way to give yourself away, Carlos.
She snapped her eyes to me. "Logan!" I yelled. I needed his intelligence to get me through the conversation without making a total fool of myself. "Get down here!"
"I'm busy, Kendall. I'm onto fluids in the lungs! Can't it wait?" He yelled back. It was slightly muffled, but the words were there, and so was the image.
"Logan, it's about Katie!" I squeaked, and covered my mouth quickly. Her name in my mouth was like vinegar.
He was there in less than a second, openly concerned. He turned toward the officer. "What's going on, Kendall? What's… happening? Did they find her? Where's your mom?" He was completely flustered.
"She's not home. Now…" I calmed myself. I took a few deep breaths. "…what's going on?"
She put her hand my shoulder. Either she was going to tell me Katie was coming home, or that… I didn't even want to think that. Katie had to come home.
"Kendall? I think you should sit." She pushed me toward the couch. I steadied myself. Logan grasped my hand, and sat next to me. Carlos stood behind the couch, and gripped the back tightly.
"Just tell me. She's coming home right? You were afraid I'd faint, and you made me sit, and she's coming home! Oh, God! She's coming—"
"Kendall." She put her hand on me. I then realized I was shaking. "Kendall, we found Katie in a ditch this afternoon."
My face lit up. I was the happiest guy in the world, at that moment. "When can I see her?" Worry was still in her eyes. And Logan's. They knew. They knew.
"Kendall, we found a girl matching Katie's description dead in a ditch at the side of Livermore Road."
"NO! NO! NO! You have got to be kidding! You can't do this to me! She's alive! NO SHE'S NOT GONE! SHE'S STILL ALIVE!" I screamed, thrusting my fists into the pillow, burying my face in Logan's shirt.
"Kendall, shh…shh…shh…" He consoled, as I cried my hardest.
"Now, the good news is—"
"Good news? You're telling us that there's an upside?" Logan said, cutting her off.
She handed him a harsh look. "It may not be Katie. Another girl, matching Katie's description almost exactly came up missing in North Hollywood."
That didn't relax me any. It didn't make me feel any better about my chances, because, by then, I'd already given up hope. It was just too real, in that moment. I wanted Katie back, and I would kill to get her in my sight again.
This nightmare just had to be real. It had to be the most realistic thing that ever happened to anyone. And I was still trying to be optimistic.
I don't think I was supposed to stop looking.
Like it? Maybe not? Just let me know. And know also that it's gonna get better from here, and there's a little Kogan stuff in there. JSYK- James is at the salon looking for hair products, and Mrs. Knight is getting groceries.
Oh, review! It really makes me update faster. I'll try to update at least a three more times this weekend, and if you like Victorious, check out my other story, Wake Me I'll Be Here.
But only if you like that sort of thing.
- LauRen
