Hey :).

WARNING: DO NOT READ THIS BIT OF THE AUTHOR'S NOTE IF YOU DON'T LIKE SELF-PITY XDXD!

So I wrote this at four in the morning when I couldn't sleep. AGAIN. And now I'm writing this and I've only had two hours' sleep in the past thirty-nine hours. Yes, I'm counting. And it's eight in the morning, so I've got to go to school in a minute. So I can't sleep. FOR ANOTHER EIGHT HOURS! And I haven't eaten for, like, thirty-six hours (well, I've had four bourbons xD) and I have no lunch money, so I'm not going to eat until my dad gets home at, like, ten tonight. And if I'm asleep, he'll just go to bed and not feed me. So yeah...

I'm sorry, I really had to vent because I'm actually losing my mind. My art teacher called me foolish yesterday (in a really disgusted tone) and it genuinely brought me to tears (and I hardly ever cry- I'm just not a crier), that's how stressed out I am. But yeah, there's a whole other bunch of crap going on too, I don't just randomly burst into tears if people call me foolish. Just so you know.

Right, sorry for wasting your time there :L.

SELF-PITY OVER :D!

Anyways, have you noticed how Logan has the worst luck on the show? What is up with that? James spits water all over him (Big Time Video) and sneezes all over him (Big Time Love Song), everyone assumes he's going to be kicked out of the band (Big Time Bad Boy), Gustavo says he's awful at singing and dancing (Audition, Part 2)- which completely isn't true anyways. Gustavo makes him cry as well (Audition, Part 1), he gets beat up by a load of girls (Big Time Photo Shoot AND Big Time Break- and Audtion, Part 1, but everyone else gets beat up too, so it doesn't count xD). Mercedes gets in the way of him and Camille (Big Time Party), he has to do a LOT of schoolwork for all the guys in one day (Welcome Back, Big Time), James kisses Camille while she is Logan's girlfriend which leads to them breaking up (Big Time Girlfriends) and he is almost blinded AND was seemingly hurt by a prank in the past- Logan Amendment anyone? :)- (Big Time Pranks). Yeah, that was all from memory.

And that, dear reader, is why this chapter is dedicated to some Kendall and Katie picking-on. Because I think Logan's had enough, don't you? Although, I will be doing a lot of Logan picking-on because he's my favourite character and he's so damn easy (and sweet) to pick on.

Okay, if you've actually read through all that, sorry for wasting your time :). And also, please review? :). And I think this author's note is longer than the chapter :/.

AND FINALLY...

ENJOY!

Fourteen-year-old Kendall Knight put his pillow over his head and closed his eyes against the tears that threatened to spill from them. He was fourteen, he was too old to cry.

But the shouts from downstairs were growing louder, and now there were smashes and cries of pain. He knew what was happening and he wanted to stop it, but he was just too afraid. His father was twice as big as him, a giant of a man, and Kendall was just a kid. How could he help his mother?

But how could he not? Kendall was sickened by himself. Cowering away in his room whilst his mother took the brunt of his drunken father's temper. He knew he had to help her, but he was just too afraid.

There was another crash and this time a scream and Kendall knew he had to do something as his father's voice roared through the house. He could hear the words now- words he hoped he would never hear again. F-words and C-words and B-words. Even worse than that, now he was insulting the family- Kendall's sister, his mother and Kendall himself.

"Kendall?" The voice of his eight-year-old sister floated to him and Kendall withdrew his head from under the pillow.

"Katie, come here." He said gently as he saw her little tear-stained face. Quickly, she crossed the room and jumped onto his bed, where she settled on his lap. Kendall rocked back and forward with her, singing softly into her ear, praying the yelling would stop.

"I-I'm scared." She sobbed into his chest. Kendall silently agreed, but he didn't voice his fears out loud.

"Everything's going to be alright, Katie. Everything will be fine."

He didn't believe that himself, he was just repeating what Logan had told him earlier when he told him about the fighting at home.

"Why's Dad doing this? I don't understand."

Kendall knew Katie understood fine. She was so intelligent for her age.

"He's just… letting off steam. He'll stop soon."

As he began to sing again, the loudest crash of all caused them both to freeze. It had gone deathly silent. Katie pulled away and they looked at each other in horror.

"Mom!" They cried in unison, both jumping off the bed and rushing downstairs. Katie was the first in the front room. When Kendall caught up, he- to his great relief- saw that his mother was completely fine. The cabinet that had once sat against one of the walls was now smashed up in the middle of the room and his parents stood in opposite corners of the room, panting heavily like wrestlers waiting for round two.

"My athletics trophies!" Katie cried, running to the wreckage. "Dad, how could you? I thought you were proud of them!"

"Shut up, brat!" Kendall's father's voice was halfway between a slur and a snarl, but Kendall barely noticed. His eyes were on his father's hand, which swung out sideways, striking Katie hard on the side of her head. She let out a cry of pain and fell onto the pile of broken glass, shattered pottery and splintered wood. Kendall fell to her side, shaking with anger.

The ugly red patch around Katie's eye and cheek would surely bruise, and this was what finally made Kendall snap.

"Get out." He growled, feeling the fury bubble away in his chest.

"What?" His father half-laughed cockily.

"I said get out!" Kendall got to his feet, voice rising to a scream as he carried on, "You have no place here! Get out and never come back! How dare you hit an eight-year-old, never mind your own daughter! I have never met a more cowardly, repulsive, disgusting creature! NOW GET OUT!" Kendall grabbed his father's arm, his anger lending him strength as he dragged him to the front door. He wanted to kill this man- the one who had hurt his family for far too long. The one who was supposed to be his hero.

"If you ever set foot in this house again, I'll call the police." Kendall's mother threatened, helping Kendall shove him out the door.

"If you lay a finger on my family again, I will kill you." Kendall's voice was low and threatening. He barely took in the look of extreme shock on his father's face before he slammed the door, itching to throw a punch but knowing it would make him no better.

"Honey, that was…" Kendall's mother was lost for words as she drew her son into a hug. Kendall breathed in his mother's scent, feeling properly safe for the first time in two years. The thought that his father, the menace, was gone was enough to make him cry, and so he did.

After a moment, Kendall broke away and the pair hurried to see if Katie was alright. Kendall hastily wiped away his tears as his mother checked his sister and hugged her. When she bustled off to make hot chocolate, Kendall knelt down in front of where his sister was sitting on the couch.

"Katie, I'm so sorry you got hit." He said sincerely, knowing that if he had acted sooner, she wouldn't have been hit. "But I want you to know- I will never let anything hurt you again. Never."

Kendall looked at his sister, hoping she would accept his apology. After a moment, her face broke out into a smile.

"I love you big brother."

"I love you too baby sister."