A/N: Okay. So it's my goal to post at least 7 chapters before this 3 day weekend is over, so if it seems like I'm posting a lot...well now you know...thanks for the reviews and such and enjoy chapter 4!

Warning: Abuse, implied rape, some cursing

Disclaimer: I do not, nor have I ever, or will ever own Big Time Rush...However, I do own my characters Ethan Knight, Thomas Creavy, and characters you might see *hint hint* later on.

July, Friday 13th, 2012 (A/N: I checked a calendar, and that is a real date ;) )

16 year old Kendall squinted as a thin beam of light trailed through the slight crack in the curtains and directly hitting his eyes. He groaned, not wanting to wake up just yet. However, knowing he wouldn't be able to get back to sleep, he turned over in bed and looked at the digital alarm clock on his bed side table.

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7/13/12

9:00 A.M.

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Nine o'clock? Oh no. He was late. Why didn't his alarm go off? Well it was no matter now. Completely ignoring the date, Kendall jumped out of bed, ran down the hall, slipped down swirly, and dashed across the living room where 16 year old James and 16 year old Logan were sitting on the orange couch; James reading People's Magazine and Logan watching some medical show, while 15 year old Carlos was indifferently poking at some cereal with a spoon that was, strangely enough, in his helmet. Kendall quickly grabbed the remote from Logan and changed it to the local news channel, earning a groan from James and Logan.

"Y'know I was watching that," Logan said.

"I thought turning off his alarm would have stopped him," James muttered. Carlos rolled his eyes and silently sat next to Kendall.

Seeing that he was done watching TV for the morning, Logan momentarily disappeared to the room he shared with James, grabbed one of his giant medical books and came back grumbling, "I need to finish this edition anyway..."

Everyday for the past 5 years now, Kendall woke up at 7 A.M., watched the news, and then finished the morning by going onto the Missing and Exploited Childrens Website all in hopes of hearing something about his older brother. James and Logan didn't get it. Carlos and Kendall told them about Ethan in the upmost confidence, but even then they just didn't understand. James and Logan didn't understand, Katie was to young to remember or, as much as she felt horrible about it, care, Jennifer Knight pretended as if he never existed and that Kendall was the oldest, but Carlos...Carlos completely understood how he felt. Well, not completely. Yes, he felt guilty, but he had no reason to. In Kendall's eyes, Carlos was utterly innocent, not even really being there when Ethan was taken, while Kendall was at fault. Ethan had come to save him. Protect him from that evil man and what did he do? Nothing. All he did was cry like a baby. It was all his fault that for years his mom cried at night. That Katie was growing up without knowing who her brother was. For every little thing his family had to deal with because he was a coward, he cursed himself. And that was why it was his responsibility to find Ethan...to make things better and make his family whole again.

"...And on this beautiful Friday the 13th..."

Kendall's head snapped up upon hearing the reporter inform the viewing audience of the date. Friday the 13th...and what month was it? July? He felt himself turn paler...nine years. Today was the official ninth anniversary since Ethan had been stripped from them...

"It's- "he started.

"I know," Carlos interrupted in a somber voice. He was looking down at his hands.

Kendall also looked down. This was worse than usual. Every time the anniversary of Ethan's abduction came up Carlos seemed a bit sadder, he was a sensitive kid, but no matter what, he always tried to console and cheer up Kendall, but today...he wouldn't even look at Kendall. This was bad. Kendall was a terrible brother, person and he had to make this right...

Carlos was already drained of energy from the moment he woke up. 'Strange.' He thought to himself and looked at his orange wrist watch which was actually meant for little kids. It originally intended to be a joke by Logan, but Carlos had fallen in love with the bright orange plastic and refused to take it off in case Logan threw it away. 5:30 A.M. Hmm. Well nothing unusual there...Carlos almost always woke up around that time...he liked waking up before every one else. It gave him the opportunity to see the sun rise, not that he would admit that to anyone, and to scheme about what stunt he would perform for the day.

Carlos got dressed still pondering why he was so out of it. He then quietly left the room he shared with his brother and went into the kitchen where he retrieved his helmet from the fridge. Deciding it was too cold to wear, he placed a bowl in his helmet and with the helmet-bowl, made some cereal. On his way to the couch, Carlos passed by one of the calendars that Logan put up, he insisted they keep a calendar in every room, only glancing at it. However, noticing the date, he backtracked and looked at the calendar with a more diligent eye.

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July

Friday

13

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That was why he felt so awful. Carlos frowned. The ninth anniversary already...Today would be a hard, long day. He knew Kendall felt terrible about what happened to Ethan, and Carlos had tried to console him, but eventually, over the years, Kendall began to push him away. He didn't even understand why Kendall felt so guilty...if anything, it was all Carlos' fault. It was his bouncy ball, he was the one who wanted to go to the park so badly...maybe if he had said something or didn't make such a fuss over that stupid bouncy ball, Ethan would still be here. Heck. When Kendall started screaming, he didn't even bother going to check on him. He just sat in the dirt crying over that freaking ball like a baby! And to make things worse, Carlos was hardly doing anything to look for their brother, while Kendall was doing everything and anything besides actually going out and investigating every house out there. It's not that he didn't care about his missing brother, in fact he cared a great deal about him, but...as much as it pained him to think about it, or at least added more pain; he already felt a twinge of pain thinking about his brother, it was just...well...it had already been 9 years. 9 years and absolutely no results. Carlos was sure that the police had merely given up on the case long ago and had not told them or they just didn't care anymore. It may be horrible, but it was true. By now, Ethan would be 19 which would mean he'd be too old. When it came to police cases media and word of mouth was everything. And once you hit a certain age, the media became biased. They only cared about the cute little kids who were under the age of 15. And once the media stopped caring, the police stopped caring and then the case would stop altogether.

Carlos sighed and sat on the couch. What an awful, dreadful day.