Summary: Kendall walked in on his boyfriend and best friend making out. He starts solving his problems with pain. James witnessed his father die in a shooting. He starts acting depressed. Carlos's dad died in the same shooting as James's dad. He starts acting weird. Logan starts dating a girl. She made him try drugs with her. Kendall/Jett ; Jett/Jo ; Logan/Camille ; Camille/Dak ; Logan/Carlos ; Kendall/James

Disclaimer: I do not own Big Time Rush. Although I do claim something, and that something is NOHTING! Dx

Chapter II: 3D - Dad, Death, Depression

James still could not believe what just happened. As a 16 year old, he still had a hard time processing what just happened. He didn't know what went wrong. One moment he was in the mall, happily shopping with his dad for christmas gifts, the next thing he knew, there were gunshots ringing in the air and his dad fell down.

It's been almost a week since the incident and James still couldn't bring himself to believe it. He kept crying to himself that it was all fake, a nightmare, or some cruel prank someone was pulling on him. He didn't want to believe it. He couldn't. James was sitting down, listening to his mother talk, as if she actually cared for the death of James's dad. Hah! Bitch, why don't you tell them the whole story. How you were demanding a divorce from my dad. How you used to yell at him, scream at him to go to hell.

James despised his mother right now. True, he loved her, but he couldn't help but feel like she was trying to make it seem right now like she actually loved him, when in reality, she hated his guts.

James was interrupted with his thoughts as everyone got up and made a line to see the man, lying in the coffin without a trace of life. The line went longer to James. It felt like an eternity when he finally got a chance to look at his dad. His hero. Just by looking into his face, it made James remember the day he died. How he had actually witnessed it. He was there. He could have stopped it. But he didn't.

It was a month before actual christmas. Mr. and Mrs. Diamond were arguing. "Well, you selfish bastard! You actually going to look for a real job now, or are you going to run off with your stupid camera taking porn pictures!" His mother was screaming at his dad. James was in his room, listening to music. But their screaming could still be heard. "Come one Brooke! You know that my career is taking bikini shots! Not porn shots! It's my career and I expect you to respect it." They kept arguing like that. It was nothing out of the ordinary. James was used to it. Suddenly, he heard the screaming stop. Seconds later he heard a faint knock on his door. "Hello, son?" It was his dad. James was glad of that. Even though he loved his mom, his dad was his hero, his best friend. "Sup dad?" James asked back. "Well, do you want to have a little old fashion christmas shopping?" James didn't get why his dad wanted to go. It was a little early for their usual christmas shopping. But seeing his dad's pleading eyes made him say yes. They left the house in his dad's old pick up truck. Even though they were rich, Mr. Diamond did not like to spend a lot of his money. Unlike Brooke, she spent all the money she could. James turned on the radio. His dad's favorite song was on. It was "Help" by The Beatles. (A.N. I don't know if my type of music will fit these story, so I used this). They spend the next 10 minutes singing along with songs from The Beatles. When they finally got to the mall, James was super excited. He couldn't wait. They went in and shopped for what seemed like minutes to James, when in reality, it was hours. When they were finally done with their christmas shopping, James suggested they go eat. His dad refused at first, but the puppy dog face James was giving him made him finally cave in. They were just eating in the food court. Then, it happened. They heard gunshots. Everywhere. James dad pushed James down, and then he was shot. James couldn't, didn't want to believe he was shot. He went to his dad, and saw the dark red blood coming out. It wasn't like anything he's seen before. It was worse than having a bloody nose, it was worse than getting a paper cut, it was worse that scratching oneself. It was worse, because it was his father. He cried for help. He cried for this to be only a dream. He heard another gunshot. He figured the police shot him. He heard it in the distance. But James was too focus on his dad to care.

Everything was a blur from then on. He faintly remembered the police talking about one of their own getting killed, but he was just too focused on his dad to care. That day, was the last day he ever saw his father.

And just by looking at him, right here, James lost it. He couldn't take it anymore. He started screaming. Screaming at his dad. "You fucking idiot! Why couldn't you just duck like everyone else. Why did you have to leave me alone in this world!" Brooke saw this commotion and rushed to soothe her son. It seemed that it made it worse. "YOU!" James yelled pointing a finger at Brooke. "You idiot! Why did you have to argue with him that day, huh? I mean, really? Every fucking day you guys argued, but couldn't you take that day off. Maybe if you fucking didn't fight, he wouldn't have wanted to get away, and then get shot!" James was mad. Mad at everyone. Later that day, he was just sitting down, in the corner of the room, with his head down. He finally lost it.

Why dad? Why did you have to leave me like this? Why?

From then on, James only spent time in his room. He only came out to eat and to shower. Nothing else. He didn't even go to school for a week. Finally, his mother had enough.

"James! Why are you acting like this?" Brooke yelled at her son. James just ignored her and turned up the volume in his ipod. He could still faintly hear his mother's voice. "I don't know why your upset that your dad died." And James lost it again.

"UPSET? YOU DON'T KNOW WHY? IN CASE YOU HAVE NOT NOTICED, I JUST LOST MY DAD! For all you care, he is just another problem you got rid of. Why did it have to be him. Why couldn't it have been you!" And with that, he left. Leaving a very shocked Brooke behind.

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