Title: It's My Party and I'll cry if I want to.
Summary: It was a night that was supposed be the best night of his life. It ended being the worst.
Rating: M just for safety
Warnings: Swearing, violence, and triggers (non-con)
Disclaimer: Seriously, if you think I own this show and these boys, message me. Cause I wanna be friends with you.
Author's notes: WARNING: This chapter contains NON-CON; it is very mild, although it isn't graphic, I want to warn you that it is a very big part of this story and if you are sensitive to triggers please STOP READING. Also, in my story Logan is the youngest and he's just turning 16. Kay? Cool.
It was nearly ten-thirty by the time the first person in apartment 2J awoke. It was Carlos, the energetic, oh-so-innocent, and sometimes naïve one of the group. At first he questioned his early rising, but not a moment later, he remembered what day it was.
Carlos threw himself onto the floor—by accident, of course— and excitably rolled out of bed, in a full sprint to the door.
In the back, James moaned and began to move. But Carlos wanted to be the first one to say it to Logan. So he stood still for a moment, waiting for his room-mate to settle before opening the door to the hall.
He all but sprinted his way across the hallway to Kendall and Logan's room, and slammed his fist against the door.
"Logan! Hey, hey, hey! Wake up!" Hearing angry yells resounding from both his room and the room to the front, Carlos entered through the door to find two very -very- angry sets of eyes. He just laughed, pointing a finger at their extreme cases of bed-head. He then made his way over to Logan's bed and pounced on it.
"Logan! Guess what today is?" The Latino sixteen-year-old shared his biggest and happiest smile. Neither Kendall nor Logan seemed mad anymore…more amused than ticked. "Come on man! I know you didn't forget!"
Kendall winced at the sound of his friend's excited yells. He loved the kid, but sometimes he just wanted to slap some duct-tape over his mouth and shove him in a closet. He rubbed the back of his neck. "Carlos?" He asked, barely a whisper. "Could we maybe…keep it down a bit? I know it's Logan's birthday and all, but…please man." The teen's brow furrowed when he saw Carlos' face change from over-joyous to hurt.
"Look Car—" Kendall began, but was interrupted by more loud yells.
"Awww, Kendall! I wanted Logan to guess what day it was!" Kendall wasn't actually surprised that was the reason he was upset now.
The blonde looked at his best friend in astonishment. "Carlos? You actually think Logan didn't know today was his sweet-sixteen?" Now Carlos just looked downright confused. So, guess that answered Kendall's question.
"Logan…" he turned towards the black-haired birthday boy. "Today won't be a surprise anymore?"
Logan looked from Carlos to Kendall to Carlos again. He scratched at his forehead. "No! Of course it will, I mean…W-what! Today's my sixteenth birthday?" He smiled at Carlos' giggle. He looked over to the other side of the room at his other friend, who did not seem impressed.
Kendall groaned. "It's way too early for this crap. I need food." He untangled himself from his sheets and proceeded to leave the room, but before he reached the door, he turned around and faced his young friend.
"Happy birthday, Logie." The blonde gave his widest grin and saw Logan do the same.
"Yeah! Happy birthday Logan!" Carlos wrapped his arms around Logan's tiny frame and squeezed. Logan squeaked. "C-Carlos, I...I c-can't breathe."
Carlos' eyes widened. "Oh I'm so sorry!" He let go, and appeared almost ashamed.
Logan flashed his biggest grin. "Carlos. It's okay. S'not like you broke something." The Latino's frown quickly turned upside down and he laughed.
"Come on birthday boy!" He stood up beside Logan's bed and picked him up even upon hearing Logan's protests. "Let's go get some food."
The day was going splendidly…well, considering Logan had only been awake for about twenty minutes. Ms. Knight was awoken by Carlos' excited yells, yet she didn't seem to mind.
She came out of her room and smiled. Greeted him with a "happy birthday" and began to whip up some breakfast. The previous week she asked Logan what he wanted for breakfast, lunch, and dinner as they weren't going to have a party. Logan just wanted his closest friends to help him celebrate, so she wanted to make the day as special as it could be.
She made Nutella and banana crepes with whipped cream. Everyone wondered how she learned to make them and why on earth Logan chose these over something like waffles or chocolate chip pancakes.
"Seriously though, where did you even find out about these?" James, who woke up fifteen minutes previously and still looked perfect, asked shoving some into his open mouth.
Logan glared at him. "Why does it matter? I wanted them. So what?"
"Awfully girly, don't cha think Logie?" Kendall asked with a playful grin on his face. Kendall loved to make fun of Logan. He always took the bait. Carlos never would. He'd just look hurt and confused. And James…Well James wouldn't even listen to you unless you were talking about him or something involving him.
"Umm, no I don't actually. And James, it's a little place called IHOP." Satisfied with himself, Logan took a large bite of his birthday breakfast.
He whispered under his breath. "Ohmygod!" Then he turned towards Kendall's mother. "Wow! Ms. Knight these are so amazing!" She blushed and thanked him, and then proceeded in telling him about how she changed the recipe just a bit by adding cinnamon and more butter.
The breakfast table became more comfortably quiet as they devoured the food. Occasionally Carlos would remind everyone that it was finally Logan's turn to be sixteen.
James had a thought run through his head.
"Hey Kendall, what time were you leaving tonight? Did you forget it was Logan's birthday?"
Logan turned to James and looked at him quizzically. "Wait…What?" He turned to Kendall.
"Oh…Crap. Sorry Logan! I forgot to tell you. Jo made plans to go this concert we've been trying to see for a couple months now." Kendall's head lowered, as he now took a sudden interest in his empty plate.
"I forgot it was today…" He muttered in a soft tone, after feeling the heavy atmosphere.
Logan didn't look upset, but everyone at the table knew he was. Kendall was his best friend. Yeah, they all loved each other, but Logan and Kendall were closer than Logan was to Carlos and James.
"So when is it?" Kendall's head shot up at Logan's question.
"...Well she told me to get there at four."
Kendall closed his eyes. "Y-you're mad, aren't you?" He knew Logan more than Logan knew himself, and it's not like he didn't see the look of disappointment.
Logan didn't answer his question. He just kept eyeing his friend as he was a little upset that Kendall would actually forget his birthday, and make plans for a date on it.
"I'll cancel. I mean, you only turn sixteen once." Kendall compromised.
But, Logan, feeling no one should walk away unhappy especially on his birthday, quickly shouted, "No!" Everyone looked at him, shocked by his response. "I-I mean, it starts at four right? Where?"
"I dunno, just some place on eighth." Kendall shrugged.
"Well how about we do my dinner, or whatever, at nine?" Logan bit his lip, he honestly wanted Kendall to come, but he didn't want his birthday to get in the way of Jo and Kendall's plans.
Logan turned to Ms. Knight, seeking permission. She agreed that doing it a little later would be best but that maybe, eight would be a better time. So Kendall would still make it to Logan's sixteenth birthday dinner. Logan thought about how much he'd miss seeing his best friend there. He wanted to remember this day for the rest of his life, so it had to be perfect.
It was eight thirty and Logan, James, Carlos, Katie, and Ms. Knight were sitting at a glass table with a bleach white table cloth, along with white cloth napkins wrapping the nicest silverware anyone at the table had ever seen. Katie wondered how much money they could get away with if each person at the table took one piece of silver. Probably a lot, she figured.
The table had six glasses of water. All were nearly empty except for one, which sat in front of an empty seat on Logan's right.
Carlos sighed. "Maybe he forgot." James elbowed him, and gave him a look.
"Or…" James suggested. "…he's running late. It happens in L.A." He reached to his left and squeezed Logan's shoulder.
"He'll be here. He knows how important this is to you. Hell, it's important to him."
Logan smiled and nodded. "Yeah, but maybe I should call him?"
Ms. Knight agreed. "Yeah, call him, but if he doesn't answer, we're ordering without him." She gave a sympathetic smile to the boy sitting in front of her.
Logan smiled back and then ruefully nodded. He pulled out his phone and started dialing when a waitress came by and told him that cell phones weren't allowed to be used in the restaurant.
She very kindly told him that there was a spot on the side of the building where he could use it. He closed his eyes. Logan was just a bit upset with Kendall now. He just wished he was there.
Logan smiled apologetically at his friends at the table.
"Sorry." He whispered. "I'll hurry so we can order."
Carlos lifted his head from where it was on the table. "It's not you Logan. Kendall should be here and he's not." He said looking around, as to prove his point.
Logan just bit his lip and again, gave an apologetic smile as he walked away from the table.
Logan walked through the glass doors at the front end of the restaurant, and found the designated "cell-service" spot. He sighed. It was really -really- dark at the side of the building. He pulled out his phone and dialed Kendall's number. Waiting for his friend to pick up, he heard something.
Spinning around to see what it was, he found nothing. His breathing sped up a bit. It was really dark. When Kendall didn't answer and the automated voicemail message picked up, he ended the call.
Logan began heading back. Stopping by a dumpster, he decided to try again. He thought maybe he should text him first. He wanted to leave, "No, I'm not mad that you ditched me on my sixteenth to hang out with some chick" text. However, he wrote another: "where r u? ur late."
Logan waited a minute or so for a message back, but didn't get one. He flipped open his phone once more, dialed his friend's number and waited. But that's when he heard another noise. This time was so much closer. He looked around in the dark, trying to detect any signs of something that might be wrong.
That's when he felt a kick to his knee. His phone dropped to the ground with a crack. He cried out in pain and reached for his injured leg. But that's when another unseen kick came, this time to his stomach. His curled in on himself trying to protect his midsection as kicks assaulted him from the front and back. Logan had never been so scared in his life. He'd been beat up sure but by people he knew, and knew he wouldn't die.
Right now though, he wasn't sure. He didn't know what this guy wanted.
Logan was in so much pain. Soon each hit became less painful than the next. He knew he should be feeling something, but the pain lessened with each passing second. He was going into shock. Not more than two minutes ago he was worried his friend wasn't going to show up, and now he might not make it through the night. How could this night turn so horrible? It was supposed to be perfect.
He'd been planning this day since Kendall turned sixteen in July. Now the day, September 14, was forever ruined.
The young teen started to cry. He was scared; he wanted -needed- someone to come help him. He started to scream and received a kick to the jaw in return, successfully cracking something in his face.
"Look at the poor rich kid crying." The man said, mocking Logan. He leaned over to look into Logan's eyes. Logan saw a white male; he was in his late twenties and scary. He half wondered how he could see the man in front of him but then realized his phone still lay open next to him. "Sad cause you didn't get to finish your lobster?" Logan looked through half open lids. He imagined what his face looked like right now. Probably bloody and disgusting he thought. Logan wanted to say something about how much he hated lobster.
The next moment changed his train of thought almost instantly, "How old are you kid? 13? 14?" the guy looked thoughtful for a moment. Then he laughed, reaching for something. Logan heard a familiar sound: a zipper.
His body numb. He couldn't even feel what was going on for a few seconds. But when he felt the warm California breeze on his lower half, Logan's mind started clicking.
No, no, no! Stop it! Please! Logan could've sworn he was saying that out loud but realized his mouth was barely connected to his face anymore. The only thing securing his jaw to his mouth was the pale skin of his chin. He shuddered at how long that was going to take to heal.
Logan knew what was happening. He could feel it, and it hurt yes. But in a different way than the rest of his body. This wasn't just physical pain. He could feel himself becoming embarrassed as he listened to the sound of the man above him and felt the jerks with each move the man made; his mind reeling at what was happening. He didn't believe something like this could happen. Not to him, least of all people.
About two minutes later, he felt the man leave him, the breeze soon followed. Just when he thought the man was gone, he felt his body being lifted up. He whimpered, because although he only felt some pain, it was most definitely there. He was in the man's arms for all of ten seconds before being placed next to one of the dumpsters.
The man looked Logan straight in the eye, looked over his body, and then made a noise. He then heard something like an "I'm Sorry" before his eyes finally did what was welcome minutes ago. They rolled back into his head and Logan's pain momentarily ceased.
So guys I am so sorry this took me like 2958 years to update. I'm really trying to get this right because really it's just such a sensitive topic I really needed my beta's to get back to me and what not. Anyway please tell me what you thought with a little tiny review.