I Will Protect You

Chapter 2:

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Logan pulled up into the driveway of his house and parked. He and Carlos got out of the car and walked to the front door. Logan got his keys out and unlocked the door, he and Carlos walked inside and Logan put his bag down next to the door. He had a normal sized house, two storeys. Carlos put his bag down and followed Logan into the kitchen. He watched as Logan got some food out of the fridge.

"How do you pay for this place?" Carlos asked breaking the silence "I mean, like you don't have anyone else to do it, do you?"

"No, my uncle pays for it. We were really close before this all happened and he hated to see me in financial problems" Logan explained

"Oh. Do you see him much?"

"Yeah, every weekend"

"So, tomorrow?"

"Yeah" Logan said trowing Carlos some food "You wanna watch TV, or do you wanna do homework?"

"Do you even need to ask?" Carlos said getting up. He and Logan walked into the lounge room and sat down on the lounge. Logan grabbed the remote and turned on the TV.

About an hour later Carlos' phone started ringing. He picked it up and saw it was his mom.

"Hello?" Carlos said into the phone

"Where are you?" his mother asked

"I'm at a friend's house"

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because. I would've gone home but I can't get inside"

"Why not?"

"Some guys, uh jumped me and trashed my car"

"Oh are you okay?"

"Yeah. When are you gonna be home?"

"Later. Who were the kids that-"

"Why?"

"Carlos"

"Jett Stetson, Dak Zevon, Tyler Duncan and Trevor Deon"

"Okay"

"Bye mom, love you"

"Bye Mijo" the line went dead and Carlos put his phone away. He turned around and saw Logan looking at him.

"What?" he asked. Logan didn't answer him "Logan" he said waving his hand in front of Logan's face. Logan shook his head.

"What?"

"You were daydreaming"

"Oh. I've gotta go upstairs for a minute, I'll be back" Logan said as he got up. He walked to the staircase and upstairs. He went left then he was out of sight. Carlos turned his attention back to the TV and noticed what he was watching. He picked the remote up and changed the channel. Then after a few minutes he saw Logan come back downstairs.

"Where did you go?" Carlos asked

"Oh. Nowhere" Logan responded, he seemed nervous "what you whatchin'?"

"Honestly, I don't know"

"So, are we gonna go our homework? Or..."

"Yeah, but first, could I ask you a question?"

"Yeah, sure"

"Those guys were messing with you before we started talking"

"You wanna know why?"

"Yeah, kind of"

"They do it because I'm, BI"

"Oh" Logan said "Only you they do that to?"

"Yeah, I'm the only one at school"

"No you're not"

"What?"

"Well I am"

"Oh" Carlos said just before his phone beeped. He took it out and read the caller id. He read the message and it said his mom wanted him home "my mom wants me home" he said getting up.

"Well I'm driving you" he said walking to the door. Carlos got up to and walked out the door. He and Logan walked to the car and got in. Logan started the car and Carlos gave his directions "That's not too far"

"I know. That's why my mom bought it, she wanted to be near the school" Logan continued to drive until he got to Carlos' house. Carlos pointed it out and Logan parked in the drive way "Wait here for a second" Carlos said

"Okay" Logan said then Carlos ran off inside.

"Mom, I'm home" Carlos yelled

"That was quick; I thought you said your car was trashed by those guys"

"It was"

"How did you-"

"Logan" he said then he walked outside again and waved his hand around. Logan stopped the engine on his car and got out the car, he walked up the house and to the door where Carlos was standing.

"Hi" Logan said to Sylvia "I'm Logan"

"Hello Logan, I'm Sylvia"

"Mom, he drove me to his house after school, because I couldn't go anywhere else"

"That's fine" She said "Would you like to come inside?"

"Sure" Logan said. Carlos walked inside and Logan followed him. They walked into what looked like a lounge room.

"Stay here for a sec" Carlos told Logan sitting him down. Carlos walked into the kitchen to where his mom was "Hey mom"

"Yes Mijo?"

"Umm, when you talk to Logan don't mention parents"

"Why?"

"They both left"

"Oh"

"Yeah" Carlos said making his way out to the lounge room and sitting down next to Logan. A little while later Sylvia walked out into the lounge room. They talked for about half an hour before Sylvia mentioned she had a meeting with the principal. She left the house and a little while later the boys started to play some gamed on Carlos' Xbox. Logan started to pick up the controls and he beat Carlos a few times.

"YESS! Haha. I win!" Logan yelled out, startling Carlos "Sorry, it's just that... I WON!" Carlos face palmed when Logan yelled that out again.

"Calm your shit" Carlos told him

"Sorry" Logan said "It's just that I never win, I never get to play games with anyone. Ya know, you are my only friend"

"Haha, do you remember any of our times as little kids?"

"Surprisingly, no"

"You always used to cry when you less than 90% on anything"

"Haha, yeah. I remember that" Logan smiled. After another hour of talking and getting to know each other... Again. Logan left and went back home.

Logan's night was full of tossing and turning. He was continuously having nightmares. He couldn't stop them; they happened ever since his father, his father left. He had tried therapy, to keep his mother satisfied.

His father was standing in front of him kicking his sides and leaning down to punch him over and over. He just wouldn't stop. He glanced over the clock and through all his tears he saw this had been goin on for an hour.

"STOP!" Logan screamed at the top of his lungs "PLEASE!"

"You did this, stop your whining and get up!"

Logan tried to stand but his father leaned down and punched him in the stomach.

"MOM!" He screamed "MOMM!"

"If your mother comes down here and calls the police, I'm going to hurt her"

"Please... don't, please don't..." Logan started. He passed out from all the blood leaking from his body. His Father continued his business.

Logan broke out crying at that point, he just could not believe his father. He wished his father was dead; and not still roaming the streets. He stat up and looked at the time; 6.39 AM. He picked up his phone and called Carlos, hoping he would be awake. Then just as he went to hang up, Carlos picked up the phone.

"Hello?"

That's all I can write at the moment, I'm sick, and I kinda don't wanna puke on my computer. So yeah, review. I will be updating my other story later (Hopefully) Bye for now.