Here is another chapter. Hope you enjoy.

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Chapter Three

Logan's P.O.V

"Why do we need to talk with Dak?" James asked as I walked up to him and Carlos in the park.

It was late so we were the only ones there, besides some homeless and drunk people that were just passing through. I just shook my head and motioned for them to follow me. The three of us were wearing black, to help us blend into the night around us.

As we walked, I thought about how the meeting with Dak would go. I needed to talk to him about Kendall but he wasn't always the type to listen to what other people had to say. When he wanted something bad enough, he usually got it. The beginning of Dak's territory was an old Irish pub on the corner of a street. It didn't serve the community much anymore, jut the members of Dak's gang. It was where they hung out and planned their next move.

James and Carlos automatically flanked me as I opened the door and stepped inside. The noise stopped before the door even swung closed behind us. Everyone in the pub was watching us, waiting for us to make a move. I took a step forward while James and Carlos waited by the doors.

"Where's Dak?" I asked the man behind the counter.

"Why do you want to know?" a blond kid asked before the man could say anything.

"I need to talk to him."

"Then why don't you call him? You're on our land, Mitchell."

"Because I want to talk to him in person. Now are you going to bring him over here or am I going to need to make a scene?"

The blond paused for a moment before nodding. "I'll be right back. Stay where you are."

I nodded and crossed my arms as he walked into the back. I knew that Dak was already here. He always hung out in the back, watching over his lands. It was the same thing I did, except I did it in the sub-basement of my mansion.

Dak walked out of the back room with a small smile on his face, "Mitchell, what brought you here?"

"I think you know what."

"Your boy-toy?"

"He's not a boy-toy," I said, getting up in his face. "He is my boyfriend."

"You've only known Knight for like forty-eight hours."

"And?"

"You spent the night at his house."

I paused, how did he know what I did last night? Was he keeping an eye on me or keep one on Kendall? "How would you know?"

"I have my sources," Dak said with a smirk.

"Are you the one threatening Kendall?"

"Anyone could be doing that."

I uncrossed my arms and clenched my fists. Getting up on his face, I growled, "Stay away from him. You mean nothing to him. I will hunt you down if you get anywhere near him. If I hear that you are within a mile of him at any point, you will be sorry."

Dak slowly pushed me away, "I don't think that will work, Mitchell."

"Why not?"

"Because, I like Kendall, and I won't stop until he is mine."

"Kendall doesn't like you, he likes me. You're just freaking him out with the calls and notes."

He shrugged, "I can wait however long it takes to make Kendall realize what a mistake he made my choosing you."

I shook my head and turned around, heading back to the front door so that I could leave with James and Carlos.

"That won't happen Dak, and you know it."

"It will, eventually." he said, a smile in his voice. "You aren't going anywhere, Logan, not yet."

"What are you talking about? The three of us are leaving, now."

"Your two friends can leave, but you have to stay here. I want to talk to you for a little bit longer."

"Why?"

"Because, this is what I want and this is my land."

I tensed before turning back to face him. "Fine. I'll stay here and James and Carlos can leave."

"Logan-"

"Don't, James. Go back to the mansion."

I heard a groan but the door opened and he walked out, taking Carlos with him. The door closed and I crossed my arms, watching Dak. "They're gone. Now what do you want to 'talk' to me about?"

"You know I don't want to 'talk' to you." he said with a smirk.

"Then what do you want to fight about?"

"You know what I want to fight about, Mitchell."

"You want to fight over Kendall? Really?"

"I'm going to fight for him, not over him."

"What are you talking about, Dak?"

Dak smiled and snapped his fingers. Suddenly my arms were grabbed and forced behind my back. They forced me to the ground and I as now looking up at Dak. "Kendall may not know about your job yet, but he will soon enough."

My eyes widened and I tried to fight against those holding my arms but it was no use. The last things I saw before everything went black was Dak's fist coming at my face.

Kendall's P.O.V

I was bored after Logan left. There wasn't anything to do except wait.

Laying down on my couch, I tried to find something to watch to keep my mind of the loneliness. Unfortunately, there was nothing interesting on. I sighed and changed it to the news, hoping to see an interesting news story. It wasn't long until I began to get bored. My eye lids started to get heavy and let sleep take me. Anything was better than trying to wait for a call or text from Logan.

I jumped when I heard a loud thudding noise. It took me a moment to realize that it was the sound of someone knocking on my front door. Getting up, I stumbled my way towards the door. Who could be at my door at this time at night?

Turning on the outside light, I opened my door and stopped. There wasn't anyone there. As I stepped outside to get a better look at the street, my foot hit something. Looking down, I saw a body. It was wearing black clothes and there was a pool of blood slowly getting bigger under him. "Hey, you okay, man?" I asked, kneeling down to touch him.

He groaned and I sighed, he was still alive. Turning him over, I gasped. It was Logan. "Logan! Logan, answer me!"

Logan's hand twitched but he didn't groan again. I knew that moving Logan would cause him pain, but I couldn't keep him out here on my front porch. Whoever did this to him could still be out here and they could do the same this to me. "I know this is going to hurt, but I have to get you inside, Logan."

Leaning down, I put one arm under his legs and the other under his back. I tried my best not to jostle him as I stood up but I heard him give a small groan. "It's okay, Logan. I've got you now, everything will be fine," I whispered as I walked back into my house. I kicked the door closed behind me and made my way into the living room. Setting him on the couch, I stepped back. There were tons of bruises on his skin and I could see that his clothes were cut in some places too. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. I didn't know much about taking care of medical things, but I did know that I needed to stop any bleeding that he had.

Heading down the hall, I opened the closet and looked for the basket that I knew was in there. When I had first moved out of my parent's house, my mom had made up a medical kit for me. It had everything I would need in case something happened while I was home alone. It had tons of Band-Aids and gauze and medical tape. It all fit in a box about the size of small fish tank. I took it out and quickly headed back into the living room.

Logan hadn't moved and I didn't know if that was a good or bad thing. I kneeled down on the floor next to the couch and lightly touched Logan's arm. "Logan? Can you hear me?"

If I hadn't been watching him so closely, I wouldn't have seen his head barely move an inch. It was as close to a nod as I knew he was going to get. "Okay buddy, I'm going to try and clean your wounds a little bit. If any of them are too deep, I'll take you to the hospital so you can get stitches."

"No… no hospitals." he whispered.

"Why not? You're hurt, Logan. Really hurt."

"Can't… just… do the… best… you can."

I took a deep breath and let it out slowly, "What if you need stitches? What am I supposed to do?"

"You won't."

Logan's voice was getting quieter and that scared me. "Okay, I'm gonna cut your shirt off so I can get a better look at your wounds. Just hang in their, okay?"

Logan moved his head down slightly and I took that as another slight nod. I took another deep breath as I took the scissors out of the box and started to cut Logan's already tattered shirt. Bruises and cuts covered Logan's chest. Whoever did this, had known what they were doing.

Most of the cuts seemed to have already stopped bleeding but there was one that looked like it might need stitches. In my rush to get the first aid kit, I had forgotten to get a wash cloth. "Logan, I need to go to the kitchen real quick to get a bowl of water and some towels. Do not fall asleep while I'm gone, okay? I need you to stay awake for me. You've lost a lot of blood."

"Mmmm." Logan groaned.

I took that as a sign that he would try and stay awake so I got up and hurried into the kitchen. I grabbed a bowl from the cupboard, put it in the sink, and started filling it up with warm water. As the bowl filled up, I grabbed all the towels that were in the drawer next to the fridge. It seemed like hours later when the bowl was finally filled. Grabbing the bowl and the towels, I made my way back into the living room. I set the bowl down on the floor and kneeled next to it.

"Logan, you still awake? Squeeze my hand if you are."

There was a light squeeze and I let out a breath that I didn't even know I had been holding. "Okay, you gotta stay awake for me, Logie. I know this next part is going to hurt and I am sorry, but I need to do it."

He gave another light squeeze and I let go of his hand. Taking a deep breath to clam some nerves, I took a towel and put it in the water. I wringed out the excess water and then lightly started wiping at Logan's chest. He hissed in pain and I jumped slightly before continuing what I was doing. After a couple of minutes of cleaning Logan's chest, I was able to see the extent of the damage.

The bruises differed in size. Some probably from a fist while the others were probably from someone's foot. The majority of the cuts had stopped bleeding but the one I was worried about early was still bleeding. It was about five or six inched long and too wide for my liking. I would be able to bandage the other cuts but that one was going to need stitches.

I carefully bandaged the smaller cuts before looking at the bigger one. Grabbing a thick piece of gauze from the kit, I placed it on the cut. "This is gonna hurt," I told Logan as I pressed down.

I had to bite my lip as he held back a scream. Knowing that I was causing him pain made me hurt. I was going to need to wrap Ace bandage around Logan's chest so that there would be pressure on the cut. The only way that I would be able to get the bandage all the way around his chest was to have him sit up, which would cause him even more pain. "Logie, I need you to sit up for me. I know that it will hurt but I need to wrap some Ace bandage around your chest so that there will be some pressure on the cut. Do you think that you could do that for me?" I asked as I took his hand.

He gripped my hand and tried using it to pull himself up but he was weak. I put my hand on his back and slowly brought him up into a sitting position. I turned Logan towards me, so that I was kneeling between his legs, and put his hands on my shoulders. He tried giving me a smile while I wrapped the bandage around him but he was too weak. I paused from wrapping his chest to put his head on my shoulder, "Just relax, Logie. But don't fall asleep."

He managed a small nod and I went back to working. When I finished, I tried to lightly push Logan back onto the couch but he held onto my shoulders, keeping himself in place. He lifted his head to look at me. "It needs… stitches,… doesn't… it?" he whispered.

I nodded, "I think so."

"My friends… can help…"

"What's his number? I'll call him."

Logan shook his head, "Text."

"Okay, I'll text him. What's his number?"

He rattled off the number and I took my phone out of my pocket. I quickly typed a text and sent it to Logan's friend.

Logan needs stitches. He lost a lot of blood.
Said u could help. Did the best I could.
Please come. 1572 South Georgia Rd
~Kendall

Seconds later my phone buzzed, and I saw the response.

On my way

I put my phone away and tried to push Logan back on the couch but he still held on. "Come on Logan, you need to lay down."

"Don't… wanna."

"Please lay down, Logie. For me. I'll stay right here while we wait for your friends."

"Only… if you… sing… to me."

"I'll sing," I said, lying him down on the couch. He gripped my hand as I settled on the floor next to him. I squeezed his hand, "No falling asleep while I sing."

The only response I got was a squeeze to my hand. It took me a moment to think about which song I would sing but I was finally able to find one. If You Told Me To by Hunter Hayes.

"Well, I've been searching for something true
and my heart says it must be you
I'd love to fall and see it through
but, only if you told me to

Well, I'd run through the desert, I'd walk through rain
Get you into trouble and take all the blame
I'd paint you a picture, write you a song
And I'd do it all over if I did all wrong

I don't wanna steal you away,
or make you change the things that you believe
I just wanna drink from the words you say,
and be everything you need
Yeah, I could be so good at loving you but,
only if you told me to

I've seen a lot of good love go to waste
and I don't wanna look back on these days
knowing all the thing you'd never know
if I never said a word and let you go

I don't wanna steal you away,
or make you change the things that you believe
I just wanna drink from the words you say,
and be everything you need
Yeah, I could be so good at loving you but,
only if you told me to

Yeah

I don't wanna steal you away,
or make you change the things that you believe
I just wanna drink from the words you say,
and be everything you need
Yeah, I could be so good at loving you but,
only if you told me to

Maybe, this is something I'll never be
but, I'll be right here until you tell me"

I squeezed Logan's hand as I finished the song. He squeezed back and I smiled. Suddenly there was loud and fast knocking on my door. I quickly stood up to answer it when Logan gave a gentle tug on my hand. He opened his eyes a sliver, "Kiss?"

I nodded and leaned down, giving him a quick kiss on his forehead. "I'll be right back. Your friends are going to help you and you're going to get better," I whispered.

Logan squeezed my hand again before I was able to let it go. Heading to the door, I took a deep breath an opened it. I froze when I saw who was on the other side.

James' P.O.V

"I can't believe that Logan made us leave him their alone. We all know that Dak won't talk to him. He'll just beat him up." Carlos said angrily as we walked into the mansion.

"I know, Carlos. Logan just wants to make sure that Dak sees his point."

"How are we going to know if Logan gets badly beat up? Like if he's lying on the side of the road bleeding and unconscious or something."

"I don't know. Let's just hope that he can text or call us before he passes out from the pain."

Carlos nodded and headed into the living room where he grabbed the TV remote and flopped down onto the couch. I followed him and sat on the couch, moving his feet so that I would have room to sit down. We were both silent as we watched reruns of CSI. I couldn't stop thinking about what Logan had told us earlier when he had gotten home from his day off. Kendall still lived in the area and still thought about us. He thought we were alive. He hadn't given up on us like the rest of our friends and family did when we left our old life behind.

"Hey, James?" Carlos asked, breaking me out of my thoughts.

"Yeah?"

"I keep thinking about what Logan told us about earlier."

"About Kendall?" I asked, looking at him.

He nodded.

"I keep thinking about that too."

"I can't believe that he still has that picture of us. I thought that he would have forgotten about us like everyone else did. Do you think we'll ever run into him now that he is with Logan?"

"It's possible, but it also depends on how long Logan stays with him."

Carlos nodded, "I think I might still have that picture."

"Really?"

"Yeah. It's one of the few things that I took when we left. I didn't want to forget him. He was one of the few people that put up with both of us. You with your obsession with your hair and me all my energy."

"I guess you're right about that. Remember when we snuck out at midnight in the middle of winter to go skating?"

"Yeah! And you almost fell through the ice! Kendall was freaking out that his mom was going to catch us when we got back."

"She almost did, too." I replied with a smile.

"Remember the hockey game where all three of us ended up in the penalty box?"

"That happened constantly."

Carlos laughed, "True."

We were both silent for a moment as we thought about the fun times we had with Kendall. He wanted to be our friend even when no one else wanted to. "I miss him."

"Me too." Suddenly Carlos' mood changed, "I have a bad feeling."

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know. I just have a bad feeling. Like something might have happened to Logan after we left him with Dak."

"Do you want me to call him?"

He nodded and I took my phone out, quickly dialing Logan's number. It didn't ring, just said that it was out of service. I hung up and looked at Carlos, "His phone is working. No service."

"No service as in his in a dead spot or as in someone disconnected his phone?"

"Like someone disconnected his phone."

"What do we do now? Dak isn't going to leave him anywhere near his territory."

I sighed, "I don't know. Let's just wait a little while longer. If he doesn't show up in a few hours we can start a search for him."

Carlos nodded. Now we just had to wait and hope that Logan showed up soon. We went back to watching TV, both hoping that nothing bad had happened to Logan after we had left him.

Just when we were about to get a search party started, my phone beeped. I had a text from a number that wasn't in my phone and I didn't recognize it.

"Do you recognize this number, Carlos?"

I showed him the number and he shook his head, "No, what does the text say?"

Opening the text I froze. Without a word, I showed Carlos what it said.

Logan needs stitches. He lost a lot of blood.
Said u could help. Did the best I could.
Please come. 1572 South Georgia Rd
~Kendall

He nodded and jumped up, heading off into the hallway, most likely to get the medical kit. I typed out a reply and sent it.

On my way

Putting my phone away, I got up and headed down the hallway. Carlos had grabbed the medical kit and was heading back towards the living room when I came out. "Did you grab some blood?" I asked.

"Not yet."

"I'll get it. Grab the keys and bring the car around to the front. I'll meet you outside in a few minutes."

He nodded and we both hurried down the stairs, splitting at the bottom. He grabbed the keys and then headed down the hall so that he could go into the garage and get the car. I went in the opposite direction, heading down another set of stairs so that I could get to the basement. I was going down the stairs pretty quickly so when I went through the door, it opened fast and hit the wall with a loud bang.

Without looking at those that were working down here, I went to the back corner where we had a fridge. I went inside and grabbed a couple bags O Negative blood, not knowing how much Logan would need. I put them in a small cooler so that they would stay chilled and not attract too much attention from people we might pass on the road. Once the cooler was ready, I grabbed it and hurried back up the stairs and out the front door. Carlos had the car running and waiting for me just outside the front door. I wasn't even all the way into the car when Carlos took off down the driveway but that was okay. "Where am I going?" Carlos asked as we turned onto the main road outside the mansion.

"1572 South Georgia Road." I replied, putting it into my phone's GPS.

We were silent as we listened to my phone tell us which way to go. The tension in the air was thick. Neither of us knew what to expect when reached Kendall's house. We didn't even know if he knew that it was us that was coming to help Logan or not. How would he react after us having been gone for nearly eight years?

"We're here, James," Carlos said, shaking my from my thoughts.

I nodded and got out of the car, grabbing the cooler while Carlos grabbed the medical kit. We both headed up the front steps and onto the small porch. We both took a deep breath as I brought my fist up and knocked fast and loudly on the door. Seconds later the door was opened and we came face to face with a shocked Kendall.

"James? Carlos?"

"We'll explain everything later, Kendall. Where's Logan?" I asked.

He motioned for us to follow him as he turned around and left us at the door. I went after him and Carlos followed me, closing the door after he came through. Kendall led us into what looked like the living room. We stayed behind the couch as he walked around to the front of the couch and kneeled in front of it. "Logan, open your eyes baby. Your, uh, friends are here."

"Sorry… didn't… tell… you…'bout them."

"Shhh, it's okay. We can talk after you're all better." Kendall whispered before standing back up. He stepped away from the couch and looked up at us, "Please help him."

I nodded, "Don't worry, we'll help him."

He nodded and we walked around to where he was standing. Logan didn't look good. His chest was covered in bruises and there were band-aids over the smaller cuts. The cut that Kendall was worried about had a thick piece of gauze over it and had an Ace bandage wrapped around his chest. Logan's eyes were closed but he opened them as I kneeled down where Kendall had been earlier. "Hey, buddy. Some 'talk,' huh?"

Logan glared, "Just stitch me up."

I nodded and turned to Kendall, "Is there a bedroom where we could do this? It'll be better to move him before I stitch up this cut."

"Yeah, my bedroom is fine."

I leaned down to Logan and gently shook his arm. He groaned and opened his eyes. "Hey, we gotta take you upstairs so that we don't have to move you after I stitch you up."

"'Kay," he said as his eyes closed eyes again.

Moving back, I motioned at Logan while looking at Kendall, "Do you want to take him up there?"

He nodded and moved towards the couch. Before he even tried to pick Logan up, he made him open his eyes. "I gotta pick you up now, Logan. It's gonna hurt and I'm sorry about that, but we gotta get you upstairs so you can get stitched up."

"It's okay,… Kenny," Logan said as he tried to lift his arms.

Kendall took a deep breath as he put Logan's arms around his shoulders and then but his arms under Logan's legs and behind his back. Logan hissed and Kendall immediately tensed. Logan must have whispered something in Kendall's ear because he nodded and relaxed as he started heading towards the stairs. Carlos and I followed them without a word, knowing that Kendall and Logan needed to a moment alone before we kicked Kendall out of the room while we stitched Logan up.

We reached the top of the stairs and Kendall walked through the last door on the left. Carlos and I followed him into his room and we stood back as Kendall set Logan down on his bed. They whispered some things to each other before Kendall kissed Logan on the forehead and headed towards us. "Logan told me that I'd be better off if I wasn't in the room while you did this. I'll be downstairs cleaning up the living room."

Carlos and I nodded and Kendall went to go around us when I grabbed his arm. "Everything is going to be fine, Kendall. Logan will pull through this, he's a fighter."

Kendall nodded, "Just come and get me when you're done."

I let go of Kendall's arm and he left the room, closing the door behind him. Carlos and I made our way over to the edge of the bed and looked down at Logan. He was trying to keep his eyes open but it wasn't working well for him. I set the cooler down on the ground and Carlos put the medical kit on a chair that he had pulled up next to the bed.

"Are you ready for this, Logan?"

"Yeah, just get it over with.

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