A/N I couldn't help but write this story. I was watching this movie on Life Time Movie Network and it gave me this idea within the first thirty minutes but nothing from the movie which is slipping my mind… But anyway review and tell me how you like it. It's KOGAN! It's called 'Be My Cure'
Chapter 1 Be My Cure
Kendall Knight was a well known therapist. People all over Minnesota have come to him with their problems which he gladly and professionally fixed. But none of the patients he's helped actually changed his life. They only gave problems and he gave answers. But when his next patient walked in, he knew he was going to have a bit of a problem…
The boy's name was Logan. Logan Mitchell. He's had a lot of problems. Kendall could already tell. When he walked in he looked at his feet. He stood for a while just looking at the floor and Kendall burned holes into him with his eyes. "Sit." Kendall said. Logan slowly walked over and said down nervously clutching his arm. Kendall wanted to know why the boy wouldn't look up. So gently he reached over and lifted his chin up with his finger, forcing watery brown eyes to look into sympathetic green ones.
"Why are you crying, Logan?" Kendall asked softly, like he was trying to coax an injured animal.
Logan looked shakily at him. He bit his lip deciding whether or not to tell. He finally said, "I don't want to talk about it." Kendall nodded understandingly. Logan looked down again and Kendall said "Do want to talk about anything? Anything going on at home?" Logan looked up at him, before cautiously saying, "I don't have a home." Kendall blinked. "Where do you live then?"
Logan said softly "At an orphanage." Kendall's heart felt like it was being squeezed but it didn't break yet. Kendall said, "Do they treat you good there?" Logan nodded quickly but Kendall knew it was a lie. "Does anybody hurt you; force you to do things you don't want to?" Logan hesitated and Kendall knew that he was hurt. Logan finally shook his head.
Kendall leaned forward in his chair. "I know my questions are a little strong but you've gotta trust me Logan, I honestly want to help." Logan saw the sincerity in Kendall's eyes but still didn't want to tell. "I don't wanna talk about it." Logan whispered looking down. Kendall leaned back in his chair. The first couple of days were always hard with a new patient but they eventually opened up.
"Do you wanna talk about anything?" Kendall asked. "What's your favorite sport?" Logan lifted his head a little. "Hockey." He answered. Kendall grinned. "Hockey is my favorite sport too." Logan gave a small smile. "What do you wanna be when you grow up?" Kendall asked.
"Dead." Logan whispered fiercely.
Kendall gasped. "I'm sure you don't mean that, Logan."
"I do." Logan said, his voice shaking. "I hate my life…everyday…I feel pain." He said not revealing too much. Kendall leaned forward in his chair again. "What kind of pain?" Logan's hurt eyes looked into Kendall's. "I don't wanna talk about it." He said quickly looking down. Kendall sighed. Just when he thought he was making progress. It started to rain outside and Kendall had a big window on the twenty third floor that over looked half of Minnesota. Logan glumly looked out the window. He rolled up his sleeve as he felt the heat kick in. he revealed a giant blue and purple bruise. Kendall gently touched it making Logan flinch and cover up his arm.
"What happened?" Kendall asked.
"I-I fell down the s-stairs." Logan stuttered. "How?" Kendall pushed on.
"I slipped." Logan said.
Kendall asked, "Why are you trying to protect those who hurt you, Logan?"
Logan's eyes snapped up. "He doesn't hurt me…he, he…" Kendall looked curious.
"Who's he?" Logan looked down. "Nobody." He rubbed uncomfortably at his arm.
"Logan lets look at the rain." Kendall said. He motioned for Logan to come stand next to him to look out of the window. Logan stood up and shyly walked over to where Kendall was.
"Logan, what do you think of when you see rain?" Kendall asked.
"Tears." Logan answered mournfully.
"Why do you think of tears Logan?" Kendall asked.
"I don't know, the sky looks gray and it has no color." Logan said softly staring at the rain.
"What do you think about rainbows Logan; they do come after rain so what does that mean for you." Kendall asked still staring.
"Happiness." Logan's eyes brightened ever so slightly.
"Do you think you'll ever find happiness, Logan?" Kendall asked turning to him.
Logan's eyes flickered over watering again. "No." he said, his voice breaking as well as Kendall's heart.
Kendall smiled. "Well that's where you're wrong." Logan looked at him and clutched his sleeve nervously. Logan's stomach growled bringing attention to Logan's body. He was thin. Underneath the soft material under the sweatshirt his muscles and bones ran across delicate porcelain skin.
"Do you eat well, Logan?" Kendall asked. Logan hugged his stomach. "I always eat." Logan said.
Kendall looked doubtful. He checked his watch. He looked at the sky which started to clear up. The sun shone warm light on Kendall and Logan making Logan's brown eyes shine. "We still have half an hour left, let's say you and I get something to eat." Logan looked fearful. "I don't know…" Kendall softly grabbed his smooth hand. "Please? It's all on me." Logan slowly nodded before pulling his hand away. He felt electricity shoot through his whole arm. Logan was attracted to guys but never told anybody. His orphanage people found out one day. That's when it happened.
When they got out into the hallway Kendall temporarily checked out with his secretary and gently pulled Logan along. When they got out rays of the sun burst onto their faces illuminating Logan's. Kendall couldn't help but stare. "What?" Logan asked softly looking down. "Nothing." Said Kendall lifting up his face again. As they were walking a rainbow shot across the sky and Logan looked in awe. Kendall smiled. "That rainbow is for you, Logan." Logan blushed and looked down.
They got to the place which was McDonalds. Kendall ordered fries, a burger and a large shake. He ordered the same for Logan. Logan looked at all the food. "I won't finish that, I'm sorry." Kendall looked at him. "You'll finish it. You need to get meat on your bones." Logan sat down and stared at his food. "Logan you gotta pick something up it's not just gonna walk into your mouth." Kendall grinned and Logan took a sip of his shake. His eyes lit up once again. "I remember my mama used to get me these when I was littler." Logan's eyes watered and tear after tear trickled down his face. Kendall reached over the table and took his hand. "You wanna talk about it?" Logan nodded sadly. "She was killed two years ago." "My dad went missing and later the cops found him dead too. I was sent to that orphanage and he…" Logan whimpered fearing he had said too much. "I can't talk about it." Logan said. He nervously looked around. He took a fry and chastised it with his eyes before eating it. "I wanna go back to your office." He said whispering. Kendall looked at him. "Why?"
Logan shrunk in his seat. "Please." He whispered. Kendall packed up their food and they left the store. The wind began to pick up and goose bumps rippled across Logan's now cold body. He shivered and Kendall took off his jacket placing it on Logan's shoulders. Logan looked in horror at Kendall. He was practically wearing nothing but a plain black short sleeve. "You're gonna be cold." Logan said handing back the jacket. Kendall took it and put it back on Logan. "Keep it until we get back. It's only about forty feet away."
When they got there Logan sat back on the chair. "Why did you want to leave?" Kendall asked once he sat back down again handing Logan his food. Logan sunk into his chair. "I saw my brother, James." He said. "He's not my real brother he just lives with me at the orphanage."
"Why didn't you want him to see you?" Kendall asked.
"He hits me." Logan said.
"Why?" Kendall asked obviously a bit shocked.
"I can't talk about it." Logan said, clenching his jaw. He started to shake in his chair and he gripped onto the arm of the chair. He started to cry again. He clenched his jaw tighter willing himself not to and finally his vibrating became the occasional shake. He released a deep breath and Kendall was next to him softly rubbing his arm. "He…hits me because I'm…" Logan shook his head refusing to finish the sentence. Kendall coaxed his on gently squeezing his shoulders before sitting down again. "What?" Kendall asked. "It's okay to tell me, Logan."
"I'm…I…I like b-boys." Logan said softly.
Kendall smiled. "Good job, Logan!"
Logan looked confused. "What?"
"You unwillingly told me something about yourself. That's a big improvement and on the first day here too." Logan nodded still fearful of what he had just said. Suddenly the door knocked and in came Kendall's secretary with a tall man about six feet three. His face held a somewhat permanent scowl and he snapped. Logan shot out of his chair joining the man. Logan had complete fear in his eyes.
"I'm taking my son." The man said in a deep gruff voice.
Kendall nodded. "But we still have ten minutes left." He said, his eyes never leaving the man's.
"Screw that! I'm late for my damn job and my wife wanted me to pick him up." He answered gripping Logan by the back of his sweatshirt. Logan winced and let out a pained cry.
"Don't hurt him." Kendall said looking at Logan. The man tightened his grip even more. "Don't tell me how to raise my son." Logan whimpered.
"Stop whimpering and crying, you damn pussy!" The man roared at Logan. Logan closed his shut as the man bent low to talk to him. He whispered something to Logan smiling as Logan cringed. Kendall was disgusted. But he couldn't do anything. He would figure it out tomorrow. He gave a smiled to Logan as the man, Logan and Kendall's secretary walked out.
It suddenly dawned on Kendall. Logan's orphan father was the he.
A/N what did you think? I'm so happy; I thought this came along great! Please review!