-Nightmares-
Hey. I'm sorry I took so long to update, but the last week of school was really busy and we broke up (finally) last Friday. Hopefully now it's summer holidays, I'll be able to update more often. This is the longest chapter I've done yet, whooo!
On another note, the Olympic opening ceremony is tomorrow and the the Olympics is starting! The Olympic cycle ride is going through my village, so I'm going to be going to that, yay!
This chapter is dedicated to the wonderful, sweet and awesome writer ALittleMoreCargan. You should seriously check her stories out!
I unfortunately don't own BTR. Enjoy :)
Rather than overwhelm the small boy by crowding him all at once, they let Carlos have his time with him as helped him unpack. Their ears perked at the sound of a pair of feet trudging down the staircase and a moment later, Carlos walked into the Living room. "So...did he talk to you? Like you?" James asked. Carlos sighed and shook his head. "He didn't say much, only a thanks as I was heading down here, he pointed at the places he wanted things to go and kept as far away from me as he could" he told them pouting. "I'm sure he does like you Carlos" Kendall said, knowing what the happy-go-lucky boy would be thinking about. "He just needs time to get used to us, warm up to us. I'm sure by the time dinner comes around, he'll start chatting" he reassured. But, that didn't happen. When Kendall called up the stairs for the little boy who had resided in his room until then, to tell him dinner was ready, he got no response. They had left a seat for him, dished out a small portion of spag bol, but no little presence ever graced the dinner table that night. In fact, when the boys went up to check on him, they saw a little ball huddled under the camouflage sheets. They decided it was best to leave him 'til morning.
Or so they thought.
2:39am. Why had he woken up that early; his alarm didn't go off until 6:45 on school days, but this was a Thursday where they didn't have school. His alarm was off. He was just about to try to fall back into the peaceful slumber he had come from, when he was interrupted from a small, almost inaudible whimper. He ignored it, thinking his mind was playing tricks on him-until he heard it again. Making his way out to the hall landing, Kendall collided with an equally confused James and Carlos. James was a complete contrast to what his usual appearance was after over an hour in the bathroom, hair standing up on end in every direction possible. Carlos was bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet, a sign that he may have been a bit over tired from staying up and watching the late night hockey game on TV. The next time the whimper came, it was accompanied with sniffing and tiny sobs. They all looked at each other and in the blink of an eye, Kendall was pushing open Logan's door. There was no difference from how they had left him before. He remained asleep in bed. However, every time the moonlight shone on his face through the small gap in the curtains, you could see silvery tear tracks running down his face. Logan's hair was matted to his forehead with sweat and the whimpering noise was coming from his tossing form. The boys looked over at each other, before Kendall was rushing over and gently shaking Logan, trying to wake him up.
"Logan, Logie, Logie wake up you're having a bad dream" he pleaded with boy. But Logan's eyes didn't even twitch. He couldn't to silently plead with whatever monster was coming at him in his dream. James and Carlos knelt next to Kendall and each gave it a try in rousing the boy, but it was no use. "Logan! Logan please, it's me Kendall, you're having a bad dream. Please wake up!" he frantically cried shaking him harder. "Please buddy" he said softer. Suddenly, Logan's eyes snapped open and he bolted upright in his bed. Sweat was still profusely pouring down his body. Panting heavily, his eyes darted around, looking at the boys in front of him. A few seconds passed and in the blink of an eye, Logan grabbed Kendall, launching at him and wrapping his small, bony arms around Kendall's much bigger waist. Kendall just stood there shocked. The little brother that wouldn't speak to him earlier had just wrapped himself around his waist. It was when Logan began to sob his little heart out that Kendall snapped out of it, immediately taking action. He brought his own arms around the shaking form, rubbing his back and whispering soft words of comfort to him. James and Carlos decided to retreat out of the room, knowing it would be best to leave the two brothers alone. Besides, Logan needed his real big brother.
After a while, Logan began to calm down. He had stopped crying and was just sniffling, accompanied by the occasional hiccup. Kendall didn't want to push the boy, but he wanted to help. "What was the nightmare about Logan?" he asked, but Logan didn't answer. "You know you can tell me anything, right?" he continued. "I won't hurt you." He heard Logan draw a shaky breath in and looked down to see those big, chocolatey orbs glancing up at him. "Daddy was mad again" he heard it. A faint whisper and the first words Logan had spoken since he got there. Kendall let him go on; letting him tell him everything he wanted to. "I wanted to get a drink, but daddy had put the juice at the top of the fridge. I finally got it, but I dropped it and it splashed all over the floor." He looked up again to make sure Kendall was listening. He felt Kendall's hold on him grow tighter, which made him feel safe. "Daddy came in and he was angry. He said I couldn't do anything right and just made messes. He made me clean it up...with my mouth" he admitted. Kendall could only stare in shock. Who gets angry at a little boy for spilling juice and makes him clean it up-that way? "Logan, why-how-how did he make you do that?" he asked. Logan continued on with his dream. "He grabbed the back of my shirt and pushed me down so I was on my hands and knees. He put his hand on my head and pushed my face down. He said to lick it up, or I'd get belting. I did as he told me, but then he pulled me up again." Kendall could see how he was trying to hold tears back, so resumed with rubbing his back. "He pulled me to the sink. He said how my mouth was dirty now. He opened my mouth and got the soap. He cleaned my mouth and said if it was hurting, then it was getting clean. It hurt. He put my face under the tap, started turning it on. He shoved my mouth over the end and wouldn't let me go for ages. I couldn't breathe. He got a knife and said that so I would remember not to do it again, he would hurt it. He opened my mouth again. He cut my tongue."
Logan erupted into a fit of sobs again and Kendall shushed him. What an awful, appalling, horrid man. And Kendall knew it wasn't just a nightmare. Logan had probably been through it all in real life. The dream was a flash back. Gently, Kendall pulled Logan's mouth ajar. There it was. A long red line that ran from the very back of his tongue all the way to the tip. There was another, thicker line that crossed it in a plus. Kendall gasped and pulled Logan impossibly closer. "I'm sorry" Logan cried. "I'm sorry I wasn't talking to you or wanting to be with you. I'm sorry I did that. I didn't mean to, I was just scared. I'm sorry!" his sobs increased until he was on the verge of hyperventilating. Kendall again shushed him. "Hey, shh, it's alright Logan, its ok. You have nothing to be sorry for, nothing. I know you were scared, it doesn't matter. We were never mad at you Logan, never." He told him softly. "You weren't?" Logan asked quietly, tears still streaming down his face, but no longer sobbing. Kendall shook his head firmly. "Never. I could never be mad at you Logan, you're my little brother. Same with James and Carlos" he replied straight away. "Thank you" Logan whispered. "Thank you for being here. I will talk to you now, I promise" he said strongly. Kendall smiled. "And James and Carlos?" he already knew the answer though. "And Jamie and Carlitos. Carlos told me to call him that, and I made James up a nickname" Kendall chuckled, oh Carlos. "Kendall, can you sleep with me tonight...please?" Logan timidly asked, like he could get in trouble for the suggestion. Kendall replied by lying down next to him, with Logan still huddled in his arms. He stroked his hair and Logan tucked his head into Kendall's chest. They both sighed happily.
"Night Logie, I love you"
"I love you too Kenny"
And they both drifted off into a peaceful, nightmare free slumber.
I just had to make that last bit fluffy. Did I succeed? Who doesn't feel for Logan having to go through that? I promise there will be more angst in future chapters. That's only a very tiny part of the abuse that happened to our little Logie, so be prepared for more shocking flashbacks and abuse stories from our little Logan.
Once again I hoped you enjoyed the chapter! I can't believe all the reviews I got last time, they really made my day and feel like what I'm writing is ok and not a load of rubbish. So maybe I could bother you with the trouble to review? I take on any comments and if you want to suggest something that could happen I could try and fit it into the story somewhere, I'll try my best. It might not be until later chapters though! So, please reveiw
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