Chapter 4: Cloaked Hurt
AN: It's Magic Writer 207 back from the dead here to update my stories. I updated yesterday so you can't be that mad. (Ducks to avoid rotten fruit, arrows, poison darts, and flame throwers)
James' POV
My blood runs cold. No this can't be happening, not here, not now. "That's great I say." I say with fake happiness having to force the words from my throat.
"I know I can't wait to see you and your friends!" she says enthusiastically. "Well, I have to go, bye mom, love you." I say leaning my head against the edge of the bathtub. "Bye Jamie, love you." My mom says then hangs up.
I take deep breaths trying to keep calm. "Okay James, keep calm, you can deal with this and no one has to know about anything." I say sighing.
"Yeah I can totally keep my friends, who I'm extremely close to and live with, from finding out that my step-father treats me like shit." I say rolling my eyes. I clean up the bathroom before going back in my room and getting dressed. I check the clock which now says 7:45. I walk out into the kitchen where everyone else is. I sit at the table between Kendall and Katie.
"Good morning James." says placing a plate of pancakes in front of me. 'Thanks Ms.K." I say digging into my breakfast. "What took you so long to get up?" Carlos asks around a mouthful of pancakes. "Well some people actually get beauty sleep." I say smirking.
I duck to dodge a tennis ball that's thrown at me. "Ha!" I say in triumph, smiling until I get in the side of the head by a tennis ball. I glare at Carlos as he, Kendall, and Logan laugh. "Hey, would you freaking stop that!" I snap. "Whatever, we have a recording session with Gustavo in an hour. Besides hats got you so worked up?" Kendall asks quirking one of his large eyebrows. "Nothings wrong." I say wanting to change the subject. "Seriously James, what's wrong?" Logan asks.
"Oh nothings sbagliato solo il mio freaking papa violenti vengono a visitare! Ma voi ragazzi non sanno nulla dei miei genitori un abuso. Questo significa che sto audando a nascondere la mia injurys di nouovo. E voi ragazzi siete miei migliori amici che dovresti notare qualcosa che non va. Ma voi ragazzi uon hanno, non quanato il mio patrigno prima inizato abusare di me e non ora. Quindi non mi chiedete nemmendo se qualcosa non va bene." I snap glaring.
Logan, Carlos, Kendall, and Katie look at me in confusion. "Um, we don't speak Italian." Logan says cautiously. "Sorry guys." I say sighing. "It's okay James, but you would tell us if something was wrong, right?" Carlos asks in concern. "Right." I answer.
We finish eating in silence and play dome hockey until its Kelly picks us up to go to the studio. The limo ride is silent but I can feel my friend's stares focused on me. When we arrive at the studio I bolt out of the limo and into the studio.
I sit on the couch and wait for Logan, Kendall, and Carlos to catch up. They come and sit on the couch after about three minutes. Gustavo walks out of his office and stands in front of us.
"Dogs, today you will be recording a new song and you will be practicing new dance moves for four hours." Gustavo says while Kelly hands us the sheet music for the new song. "Four hours, seriously, are you trying to make our legs fall off?" I exclaim.
"No and would you like to make it six hours?" Gustavo asks angrily.
"No, so I guess I should just let you treat us like shit." I snap glaring. "What's wrong with you?" Gustavo says raising his eyebrows. "Nothing, nothing at all." I say leaning my head back, closing my eyes, and sighing.