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Chapter 1 - Accusations

(Kendall's P.O.V)

I sat curled up in the brown-leathered love-seat in fetal position, as the light poured in through the slightly cracked window, upon my body and onto the soft, cherry-like wood that sat beneath it, slowly making the room burst with color and light. It was smaller than 2J, but it was still fairly many pictures of random art and photos of us on our many dates adorned the ecru-colored walls, that softly complimented the leaf-designed rug that adorned the floor, surrounded by his brown sectional and love-seat. The light sparkled gracefully across the small open-mouthed kitchen with black, onyx counters next to the stainless, silver appliances, and a large golden chandelier sat on the mid-high, pentagon cut in, ceiling, hovering above me, as it's crystals sang a pretty melody every time the wind hit it. Though, the apartment was fairly silent, almost ominous. My mind was blank, I didn't know what to say, what to think. This was a time where I was constantly caught up in my thoughts. It never changed. I always found myself in the same spot every time we fought, though the only person I can blame is myself, right? I sighed, I didn't know what to do. I didn't even care about the soft, cool breeze flying through it, enveloping my body in it's soft, windy fixtures that made my hands turn blue.

I slowly rubbed my arm where the many blue and pink like bruises sat upon it like overburdened tattoos over my now heavily tattered, porcelain skin, silently creeping from under my long-sleeved shirt. My eyes were bloodshot with tears and completely emotionless, as I tried to stifle back sobs. These are also the moments when I the most alone, when every brick from my subconscious walls finally fell down. I mean, he truly was a sweet and passionate guy. He's always been like that, ever since I met him. Yeah, he had a slight temper and we fought, but what couple doesn't? I am really new to all of this, so it's not like it's his fault, right? He's simply just trying to make our relationship work, and I loved him, heavily infatuated with him, so I would expect nothing less. So, was it wrong to blame him for something that he didn't do?

I let another tear run down my reddened cheek, instantly hearing the noise of a door knob turning, as Daren stepped through it . He was carrying a big batch of colorful roses in one arm, and a packaged gift in the other. I smiled tearfully, as he placed them in my arms.

"Daren." I said, in a small voice, with visible hints of love. He brought his hands to my face, cupping it, as he kissed my bruised lips, as he took a hold of my waist. I wrapped my arms around his neck.

"Baby, I'm sorry if I made you mad, I'm so sorry." I said, as fresh tears ran down my face. He wiped them, with a evil smirk, grabbing my ching, making me look at him.

"Then don't provoke me." He growled, as if it was fairly obvious. "but I forgive you."

"You know, I'd never love anyone else, right?" I said, as I smiled slightly at the fluttering feeling in my chest. He nodded, a small smile gracing his features.

"I know, It's just so hard not to think that when you have such a beautiful guy to come home to everyday."He exclaimed, caressing my cheek, and I leaned into his touch.

"Now, we need to hurry. I don't need to hear any shit from you mom about you being late over some dumb-ass bullshit you made me do." I noticed how he said the word 'mom' with extra venomously, as he tossed the bag at me. I looked in it and gasped. It was a hockey jersey that read ' Daren's Love' above a number 6.

"Oh baby." He shrugged

"I knew you'd like it since you're into that type of shit." I smiled.

"You always did know how to treat me right."

"You know it, baby?" He said, as he slapped my ass.

"Now, let's go before we have to hear another slurred comment from one of your punk-ass friends." I nodded as he handed me some foundation.

"Put this on, when you got there. I don't want any questions from your nosy-ass best-friend." I nodded, trying to ignore the stinging words at the mention of Logan, as I grabbed the things he gave me. We walked out the room with his arm around my shoulders. I avoided the stares jealous stares of the girls, and the eyes full of confusion, but greater steady glares, as we approached 2J. He pushed me against the wall, my legs wrapping themselves around his waist, as he kissed me. He leaned over to my ear and whispered,

"Meet me in the room at 3. Don't be late or you'll regret it."

I shivered, as he let me drop to the floor and walked away. I stood trying to compose myself, as I opened the door, slowly peaking inside, and scanning the room with my eyes. When I realized no one was in the room, I stepped in closing the door, quietly. My back falling flat against it, as I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. Phew, no one was up yet. If mom found out I was sneaking out at night, She'd have my ass.

I slowly made my way to my room, taking off my clothes and threw them in the hamper, as I went to the bathroom. I let the watery mist spray on my face and the soap cascade down my body, removing any evidence from last night. His semen, his scent, and everthing washing down the drain. I scrubbed hard over my bruises, wincing from the pain, as the hot water washed over my wounds. I know he didn't mean it to do this to me. I mean it's not like I'm James. I'm not gawking gorgeous for everyone to see.

I'm lucky he even wants me. Yet, all I do I do is make him mad. Tears soaked my face, as I pulled a piece of the metal blade from my razor, slicing it across my arm, slightly wincing again from the blade opening my skin. The red-dyed like substance began to peek out from my wound, the steam from the water making it sting, as I sliced through another old wound on my arm. I'm mostly wore long sleeve shirts since it was Fall, so I could hide them. I cut once, twice, three times until I finally felt calm enough. I smiled satisfied, as a sheet of blood ran down my arm and the scorching hot water hit them, dripping down my porcelain fingertips and onto the shower floor.I watched the blood-stained water began to seep down the drain, along with my pain, sorrow, and shame.

Cuts lined both my arms and some bruises started to yellow on my abdomen and legs, because someone flirted with me last week and Daren didn't like it. I was his, and he was mine. He loved me and people who love each other, don't give up on each other, right?

Yeah, he had some issues, but we could work it out, right? It's not like it's his fault, I'm the way I am. I scrubbed harder, as I sobbed. After I finished, I dried myself off and changed my clothes. I took a small breath, as I slipped the foundation out of my pocket, and sat at the mirror on the dresser. I spread it across my bruised skin quickly on my face, making sure to cover up some of my visible bruises. I sighed, as I tried to blend it in with my skin, as I wet my lips, making a face at the metallic taste of blood on my tongue. I hope no one notices the difference.


(Logan's P.O.V)

I held my books in my hands and I balanced them on my right arm. I just came from Camille's. She wouldn't let me leave until I helped her rehearse her new acting role. After our breakup a few months ago, we still remained friends and it didn't feel awkward in the slightest. I mean, she was a good girlfriend, but we just didn't connect the way we thought we did as lovers. Plus, she was happy. After we broke up, she started dating Lucy. They were strangely a cute couple. They shared a lot of interests that me and Camille didn't. I smiled slightly, but it faltered as soon, as I opened the door. I gasped, as I saw Kendall rub something on his cheeks. "Kendall".

He jumped at my my face as he hid the thing behind his back.

"What's that on your face?" I watched as random emotions ran across his face.

"Nothing." He exclaimed, as he grabbed whatever he was holding and tried to rush out of the room past me.

I grabbed him by the wrist and gently yanked him back in the room, standing him right in front of me, grabbing the thing.

"Logan." I looked at it ignoring his protests.

"Why do you have foundation?" He yanked it back, and I noticed a big, yellow bruise under his sleeve.

"Kendall?" He yanked it away and I flinched surprised, as the sleeve on his shirt began to ride up and dark and blotchy bruise could be seen. He slid it back as soon as I noticed it, and glared at me angrily.

Why did Kendall have a bruise on his arm? Most importantly, what was he hiding from me? We told each other everything. He would tell me if something is wrong right?

"Logan, I'm fine, okay? It's nothing, so fucking drop it. Geez." He exploded at me.

I was surprised. I looked at Kendall's eyes and something wasn't quite right in them. Something had to be wrong. Could it?

Kendall shoved past me angrily, shoving my shoulder in the process. He stomped out of the room. I followed and saw the guys seated at the open kitchen. Carlos and James sat side by side, while Katie sat beside Carlos. I watched, as Kendall grabbed an apple and was on his way back to our room when, his mom stopped him.

"Wait a minute, turn around and walk back this way." Kendall sighed and smiled, but it looked forced more than it did natural.

"Yes, Mom?" She held a look of uncertainty.

"Sweetie, are you okay? You didn't come home last night?" He sat beside me and avoided my stare, knowing I was looking his way. He took a bite out of his apple, refusing to acknowledge my current presence.

"I'm fine. I was at Daren's."Carlos murmured and I looked at him suspiciously, as James slapped him upside the head, giving him a look.

"Ow , what? What did you do that for? Dang." James smiled sarcastically.

"Oh, I'm sorry, baby." He said, as James kissed his head and smacked it again .

"Hey?!" Carlos glared and James reflected him.

"Don't be a dumb-ass." Katie burst out laughing.

"That's tough love, brother."

I turned my attention back to Kendall, as Mrs. Knight slid me a plate of waffles. "Okay, but no more all nighters. You know, I can't sleep well at night knowing I'm missing one of my boys." She kissed his forehead..

"Boyfriend or not?" She smirked, as she looked at James and Carlos.

"Why did you look at us when you said that?"

She narrowed her eyes giving them a look that said it all. James blushed, knowing what she meant. Kendall dipped off to the room and Katie and followed in pursuit. James and Carlos retreated to the couch and I walked after them, as they sat, James preferably.

"Guys, did you notice something wrong with Kendall this week?" I mean it's been a week since movie night and he's been acting stranger and shrugged.

"A little, but Logan, I'm sure my answer isn't gonna change. I'm sure he's fine. I mean my answer didn't change yesterday and it's not changing today. Stop worrying. You're not trying to stalk your boy toy are you?"He said, teasing.

I blushed and groaned lowly, After my sudden thoughts of Kendall, I told James and Carlos, and the suggested I had a crush on Kendall. I didn't. I mean, I don't. I can't, right? Whatever, I'm not gonna worry about that now.

"I don't have a crush on Kendall."Carlos choked back a laugh.

"Yeah, and I'm not fucking him. Are you in denial, Logie?" He said, teasing as James punched him in the arm.

"I don't" I retorted.

"I know."

"I'm serious, Carlos." I said, warningly.

"Fine, you don't like him, you don't like him, that's that."I growled at his childishness.

"But, if you're that worried, we'll do some digging. Only because he rubs me the wrong way and I fucking hate the bastard." I smiled, but raised an eyebrow at his choice of words. Carlos was never really the one to say he hated anyone.

"Why?" Carlos looked at me with an unknown expression, and James face-palmed himself.

"Oh, here it goes." James sighed.

"He insulted the 'Oh great and mighty' helmet. Oh, and his love for corndogs." My eyebrows went up in surprise. That was a step too far for Carlos. He loved his helmet and even get me started on corndogs.

"I mean, how dare he? Saying you don't like corndogs, is like you don't like breathing. He insulted my two greatest loves. Well, not more than I love you, though" He said, sheepishly towards James and he made a face.

"The damage is done."

"I hate him so much, I wanna strangle him." He said, as he pulled his helmet out of nowhere and began stroking it lovingly, making James fall on the floor. His eyes widened.

"Oh, sorry babe." James glared at him in response.

"I can't believe I got kicked out of my seat for a helmet."Carlos gawked.

"It's much more than 'a helmet.' It's precious and I never said that about your Man Cuda." James glared.

"Like hell. Plus, yours is just an obsession." Carlos smirked.

"Two words, Man Cuda." James turnt red.

"Screw you."

"I love you, too." James' rolled his eyes at Carlos's antics and smiled. I couldn't help, but smile as they continued to argue. Well, at least something around here made sense. I didn't know what was going on with My Kenny, but even if it took my last breath, I'm gonna stop until I find out.


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