Author's Note: Hello readers. FYI This is a SEQUEL to my story Worst Nightmare. Go read it before you read this, trust me. To those of you who have already ready Worst Nightmare, congrats, you made it to the sequel. Yay! I hope you enjoy, and I will update new chapters as soon as possible. No more waiting for three months.

Enjoy!

It was just another day. Nothing out of the ordinary. Just another day in Hollywood. Logan had no idea that this seemingly perfect day would turn for the worse in a matter of hours.

"Dogs, great job today," Gustavo said. The boys of Big Time Rush smiled at their producer/songwriter. They had been working overtime the past week so they could finish their second album sooner. It hadn't even been close to done, but they knew their fans had been waiting for the new songs for quite a while. They decided to go the extra mile and finish it sooner than scheduled.

"Listen, I know you dogs are anxious to get this album done," Gustavo said as the boys stepped out of the recording booth. "But," Gustavo glanced at Kelly, "You guys have been working extremely hard. So," Gustavo looked at Kelly once again, and she gave him a nod. "I'm giving you guys a break. You guys can have the rest of today and tomorrow off."

The boys' eyes widened as they turned to Kelly, silently asking if this was really happening. Gustavo was giving them a break? Although it seemed to have been Kelly's idea, the fact that Gustavo had agreed to it was hard to believe. It must have taken some cunning and extreme persuasion from Kelly to get him to do it.

Kelly gave them a confirming nod, proving what they had originally thought to be impossible. Once the shock had faded away, the boys shot their fists into the air and shouted, "Freedom!" Without another word, they ran out the door.

"But if you guys kill each other during your break, I will destroy you!" Gustavo shouted, but they were already standing outside Rocque Records and didn't hear him.

"I knew it. I told you that we stepped into an alternate dimension yesterday," Carlos said, and his eyes widened as he looked around, smiling. "And you thought I was being stupid. Well, who's the stupid one now?" James, Logan and Kendall just rolled their eyes in unison, which did not go unnoticed by Carlos.

"You gotta admit everything seemed backwards at the Palmwoods yesterday. Bitters wasn't yelling, and the Jennifers were actually nice. And now Gustavo, who never gives us breaks, does just that. How else can you explain it?" The other three rolled their eyes once again, not willing to dignify Carlos's outrageous theory with a response.

James sighed. "Well, what are we going to do now?" The boys, minus Kendall, looked at each other with grins on their faces as the same thought entered into their minds.

"Pool time!" They shouted simultaneously, and James, Carlos and Logan took off running.

"Wait!" Kendall shouted, stopping the other three in their tracks. "It's too far," He reasoned. The Palmwoods was at least a mile away, and he didn't feel like walking, especially since he was tired and sore from dancing earlier that morning. The other three turned around to face Kendall when they too realized that the Palmwoods wasn't exactly close.

"Just call your mom and ask her to come and pick us up," James suggested.

"She can't. She took Katie to the Dak Zevon fan meeting in San Francisco."

"What about a taxi?" Logan proposed.

"None of us have money for a taxi," Carlos then opened his mouth to offer something, but Kendall interrupted him. "And don't say we can hitchhike, because I don't plan on being abducted and gutted in the middle of nowhere by some psycho," Carlos closed his mouth in acceptance. "We'll have to walk," Kendall said.

James groaned in annoyance, but nevertheless started to walk towards the Palmwoods alongside Carlos, Logan following behind.

Kendall walked behind them with a slightly slower pace while he studied the scenery around him. Since he had grown up in a small town in Minnesota all his life, Kendall never really had the chance to experience life in the big city. And even though he had been living in the City of Angels for over two years now, sometimes the busy and vibrant life of L.A. still managed to surprise and even fascinate him. To him, it seemed like only yesterday he was back in Minnesota, working part-time at the grocery store and playing hockey with his best friends. He still hadn't fully excepted the scenery of L.A. as the new normal.

Kendall noticed that Logan was now walking beside him. Kendall could tell that Logan didn't want to be a part of James and Carlos's conversation but still didn't want to walk alone. Kendall sighed. Even though Drake had been arrested and was locked away in a prison somewhere, it seemed like Logan was still expecting Drake to walk up behind him and finish the job. All his past experiences with Drake had left their mark on Logan's mindset. This deep-rooted fear made Logan stay close to his friends at all times, especially Kendall. You could never find Logan going anywhere alone.

Kendall shuddered at the memories of Drake. All that time, Logan had been tortured mercilessly, and Kendall hadn't even noticed. Not a day went by where Kendall didn't wish he could've seen the grisly truth behind Logan's lies. He had been blind to the truth. It killed him to know that he had so many chances to save Logan from his painful ordeal, and he didn't take them. He continued to be oblivious and let Logan suffer in silence. It was his biggest regret. Kendall wasn't known to dwell on things, but this one never seemed to be able to leave his mind alone.

Kendall peered over at his friend, and became curious when he saw Logan repeatedly looking over his shoulder. "Are you okay? Paranoid much?" Kendall joked. But to be honest, Kendall didn't blame him.

"Yeah, I just feel like we're being watched," Logan said in a worried tone.

Kendall felt horrible. He just wished that Logan would see that he was safe now. Drake couldn't get him now. Logan shouldn't let him control his life any longer. There had to be hundreds of security guards, locked doors, and miles keeping Drake from ever getting to Logan again. If only Logan could accept that he was safe. "Dude, it's probably just the paparazzi," Kendall said, trying to reassure Logan.

"Yeah, maybe," Logan said, but he still didn't sound so sure.

Kendall put a comforting arm around Logan's shoulder. "Hey, it's over. He's in prison. He can't get you. No one is after you anymore."

Logan looked at his blonde friend. "I know. But still, I just feel like someone is watching us, and it's doesn't feel like the paparazzi."

"Hey, look," Kendall said gesturing to the apartment building right in front of them. "We're back, you're safe now. Alright?" Logan peered up at the Palmwoods building, and then he turned back to Kendall and gave him a small nod. They followed Carlos and James toward the elevators, Kendall keeping a supportive arm around Logan.

When they reached the elevator, the boys all worked their way through a crowd of people waiting for the elevator as they made their way to the stairs.

Logan had been afraid of going in the elevator ever since Drake attacked him there. That fear also extended to the Palmwoods Park, where Logan had been kidnapped. He was always afraid that while he was in there, Drake would show up. Trying to get rid of that little bit of control Drake had over Logan, Kendall, Carlos, and James had one day tried to get him over his fear. They had grabbed and dragged a kicking and screaming Logan into the elevator. Once the doors had closed, they released Logan and tried to show him that everything was fine and no one was going to hurt him. But they were taken by surprise when Logan cowered into the corner and started mumbling indistinct words. Kendall inched closer to Logan and asked him what was wrong, and he could just barely make out Logan's soft pleas.

"Please, don't hurt me. I won't tell anyone, I promise."

"Logan, it's okay. You're okay," Kendall whispered while he reached out to him. But the moment he put his hand on Logan's shoulder, Logan screamed, making Kendall jump back in surprise. Logan balled up in the corner, put his head on his knees and put his arms up in a protective manner.

"No, please. I won't tell. Please don't hurt me," Logan began to sob softly. Kendall saw that Logan's memories were flooding back to him and making him think that Drake was in there with him. The three of them realized that Logan needed time to work through his fears on his own. The guilt the three of them felt afterwards weighed over them for weeks. They vowed never to rush Logan's healing or do anything that would possibly hurt Logan again.

Kendall, James, and Carlos also took the stairs with Logan without question, and never suggested taking the elevators again.

The boys opened the door to the stairwell, raced upstairs and into their apartment. "Grab your swim trunks, boys. Gustavo has given us three days off, and I don't plan on wasting them," Carlos said happily as he all but skipped to his room, James trailing right behind him. Kendall and Logan rolled their eyes at their friends before they started towards their room. Logan were just about to open the bedroom door when he heard a knock at the door.

"You go get dressed. I got it," Kendall said. Logan nodded and went into his room to get changed into his swimming clothes. Kendall went to the door and swung it open. Instead of seeing Tyler or Camille standing there like he had expected, he was surprised to find two men in suits standing there. "Can I help you?" Kendall asked, puzzled about what these two business-looking men could possibly want.

"I'm Agent West and this is my partner Agent Johnson, FBI." The agents showed him their badges. "Is there a Logan Mitchell at this residence?"

"Um… yeah," Kendall said, still looking confused. Why the heck would the feds want to see Logan? Logan was the most innocent out of the four of them. If any of them had done something bad enough to get the FBI involved, it probably would have been James, Carlos, or himself.

Kendall turned around. "Logan!" He called out into the apartment.

"Yeah?" He heard Logan say before he appeared, still in his normal clothes. Spotting the men with badges standing at the door, it was Logan's turn to look confused. "What's going on?" He said while he walked over to join Kendall at the door.

"For your safety Mr. Mitchell, we would like to offer you police protection," Agent Johnson said.

Logan laughed nervously. "Why would I need protection?"

The two agents looked at each other before Agent Johnson continued. "We're sorry to inform you that Drake Parker escaped from prison last night."

Kendall's face paled. Drake was out? No. Not now. Logan was already trying his hardest to forget Drake with the help of his friends. He had already made so much progress. But now Drake was back? Kendall was terrified. He was terrified for Logan. Logan couldn't take this anymore. Logan was still fragile; one more blow like this could permanently destroy his chances of recovery. Kendall was also scared about what Drake was planning to do now that he was out of prison. Drake had to be way angrier now. That anger combined with his hatred of Logan was a terrifying combination.

But Kendall's fear couldn't match Logan's. Logan's face turned sheet white. Drake was free? He was back? Drake already hated him, and that hatred must've doubled since he had been sent to prison. Whatever happened to him in the past would be nothing compared to whatever revenge plan Drake had in store for him. Logan started trembling, and soon he began to feel dizzy. His vision faded, and Logan felt himself falling right before he blacked out.

"Logan!" Kendall snapped out of his trance just in time to catch his falling friend. Kendall lowered Logan slowly onto the floor and lightly tapped him on the cheek. "Logan! Come on. Wake up," But Logan remained still. "Come on Logan, wake up."