Okay, so this story idea came into mind. This just a preview but I have to say...that this will be the most mature story I've ever written ever. It will have blood, it will have sexual relations mentioned, and overall will be focused on the topic of domestic violence. It will be Kames and have Dominate!Kendall instead of Submissive! but I can assure you...this story will challenge everything of my writing skills up to this point. Please read and tell me what you all think, k? Well, here we go...Disclaimer: I don't own Big Time Rush! All I own are posters, DVDs and CDs of their beauty and genius, but that's it! I only own the plot of this story! Also, this is an AU story, and just focus on the Kames and Jhane pairings!

All Kendall had to know James was still breathing was the movement of his chest. It was weakly rising and falling but it was still moving nonetheless; he had been beaten so badly, not to mention brutally raped, that the dirty blonde was afraid he had arrived too late.

He shouldn't have let James walk back to his house alone, in the middle of the night. Sherwood was a small town, but it wasn't always so quiet at dusk.

Kendall pulled out the washcloth he had soaked in a bowl of warm water and twisted it this way and that to get the excess water out, folding it into a rectangle before placing it on James' forehead. The brunette didn't react; his eyes, one bruised so badly that it was black and swollen shut, were stiff under their lids and his mouth, sliced at the corners, remained in an emotionless frown.

Kendall pressed a hand to James' right cheek, checking his temperature. He had been burning with a fever when he found him but thanks to the washcloth it has settled down a bit. Being careful Kendall pulled down the covers, trying to find a cut, bruise, scratch or burn that he had overlooked while patching the older boy up.

The blonde shivered, bottle green eyes dark as he felt a rush of both anger and pain.

James had been badly beaten, every badly: he had a huge cut on the side of his head, that ran below his right eye down to his neck. He had multiple scratches that looked like they came from broken bottles and knives, a particularly deep burn (which Kendall patched up, it had been infected with disgusting puss) below his ribs. His six-pack abs had nail marks running everywhere over them, and his neck had old prints of what looked like a barb wire collar. He had cuts and welts down his hips, disappearing under the waistband of his black boxers, and running down his long, toned legs. His upper lip was split and his nose was black and blue.

Kendall had cleaned up him as much as he could concerning...the rape, but tried his best not to dive too much into it. The poor brunette has suffered enough, the last thing he needed was to be swarmed over while unconscious.

'W-who did this to you?' Kendall thought, sick to his stomach; he reached out and touched James' face gently, careful not to brush the bandages over the large cut across his nose.

Kendall Knight didn't know much about James Diamond; they first met a kid's fifth birthday party but never really talked. After that they went to the same elementary and middle schools, they were in the same high school right now too, yet the brunette rarely hung out with anyone apart from his twin brother Shane.

And speaking of Shane, why hasn't he reported his baby brother (the twins were an hour apart in age) missing? James has been staying in the Knight household for two days now...

"How is he doing, sweetie?" Kendall turned with a smile to his mom Jen, who had a tray of food in her hands.

"I-I don't know, Mom. He's hasn't woken up and it's been two days now." The blonde said dishearteningly, ignoring the food; Jen set the tray down on the bedside table (Kendall had insisted James take his bed, and he'd sleep on the couch in the living room) before wrapping her arms around her son's shoulders.

"You've been taking good care of him, sweetie; I'm sure he'll wake up soon, though are you sure you don't think a hospital is best?" She asked, getting a shake of the head from Kendall back.

"No, Mom. I have a feeling James wouldn't like to wake up in a hospital with doctors and nurses all over him. Plus, I-I'd hate to be away from him." He said, getting a soft smile from his mom.

Jennifer Knight at first didn't understand her son's attachment to the brunette; after all from what he told her, they barely talked and knew each other. The thing was though, Kendall was a kind and caring person by nature, willing to help anyone even if they were a complete stranger. James wasn't that much of a stranger, since she has seen the brunette multiple times before during Kendall's hockey games (he was on the same team) but at the same time she still couldn't put her finger on as to why her son cared so much about the other boy.

"Okay dear, but don't stay up too late. Goodnight."

"Night, Mom." Kendall said, kissing her cheek as she gave him one last hug before leaving to her room, Kendall turning back to the brunette and sighing.

"I hope you wake up soon, James. I need a sign that you're doing at least a little better." Kendall whispered, all dressed in pajamas and about to get up and head to bed.

When something made him jump.

A hand, darker in tone than his and slightly larger but bonier, lightly tightened around his, preventing him from fully getting up. Kendall moved his wide eyes to James' face, where a tear was sliding down to the pillows.

'He's awake! Wait, is he?'

"J-James?" Kendall whispered, brushing a lock of the boy's short brown hair off his face.

"Ugh...S-Shane, please stop. Put...that...down, please don't...it hurts..." The brunette mumbled, tongue between his teeth.

'Shane, he's talking about his brother. But why is he saying something is hurting?'

"Please...don't...let...him...get me again..." That was where the brunette stopped, appearing to have lost any tiny shred of consciousness he had recovered. His grip on Kendall didn't loosen though, in fact he seemed to hold on tighter; it was like he was saying, 'Please, don't leave me alone' without words.

Kendall knew trying to pull free was pointless, plus he didn't want to leave the brunette in such a fragile state so he made himself comfortable in the chair he brought up to his room, taking a few extra pillows from under his bed to give it some cushion.

Laying his head down, inches away from his and James' laced hands, Kendall closed his eyes and tried his best to fall asleep.

And while James slept, more silent tears streamed down his cheeks.