Fix A Heart

Disclaimer: I do not own Big Time Rush or anything else recognizable. I only own the plot and any OCs that may be added.

Warning: Rape; it's not detailed but it is implied and mentioned towards the end.

A/N: So, I am officially terrible person. Not only am I taking forever between chapters, but also for what happens in this chapter. If anything that happens in this chapter is personally offensive or too horrible, then I suggest you not even continue reading after this.

Um, I just gotta say: this is my first attempt at something like this, even though it only shows the tiny bit that's mentioned. So, please bare with me if it sucks or it doesn't make sense at times. I'm using a How To that I found on Tumblr – so it shouldn't suck too bad – but I couldn't find it when I went looking for it – otherwise, I'd give credit.

This chapter is centered mostly on Kendall. But I promise that – hopefully – the next chapter will go back to Logan. But I can't promise anything.

Here ya go! :D

Chapter Four.

Logan had to pretty much beg Jenifer, the next day, to go over to Carlos' house for dinner. His parents apparently told her that he wasn't to leave the house for whatever reason unless it was an emergency or for school, on the weekends he was allowed to go over to Kendall's house for dinner – that was when Jenifer had her days off, which was when they all ate as a family.

But after about an hour, and a lot of persuasion, Logan was finally able to convince her that he'd be back within an hour of leaving. And that was the only time that he was going to be allowed to leave the house – which was only agreed upon because Kendall said that he was going over to Jett's house for dinner. So, the boys were allowed to leave the house, while Katie – Kendall's sister – was able to go over to a friend's house.

What Logan didn't expect to happen once he showed up to Carlos' house ten minutes before dinner was on the table, was Carlos dragging him up to his room and locking the door behind them.

XxX

Kendall, honestly, has never felt really comfortable around Jett. And maybe he should have trusted his gut instinct when he felt more than a little unsafe around him; but the fact that Jett was able to make his life a living hell at school and home, kept him from thinking too much into it.

The first time he ever felt unsafe around Jett wasn't the first time that they met, but it had been the first time that he met him through their parents. They had spent the whole night together, the five of them, and when Kendall brought Jett up to his room after dinner, Jett had this look on his face that scared Kendall a little. He hadn't thought anything of it, until the bedroom door was shut and Jett was forcing their mouths together. Jett had held Kendall face in place, while Jett forced his tongue into his mouth. They had stayed that way – Kendall pushing against Jett's chest, and Jett forcing himself onto Kendall – until there was a knock on the door, signaling that Jett was leaving.

That night, Kendall stayed up all night trying to figure out why he had done it, but came across blank. He didn't understand why Jett had forced Kendall to kiss him. And the worse part about it was that it had been Kendall's first kiss.

But ever since then, Kendall hadn't thought anything about what Jett ever did because if he did, Kendall was sure that he'd come across something that Kendall didn't like.

However, that didn't stop him from seeing things that Jett did that he didn't like. For example: when Jett had James and Kendall over at his house the first time Kendall met James. Jett had thought that Kendall had fallen asleep, but Kendall had only closed his eyes for a couple minutes. It had been really obvious that James hadn't wanted Jett to do what he had been doing, but that didn't stop Jett from crawling onto James' lap and forced himself onto James. After a couple seconds, when Jett's hands started traveling towards James' zipper, Kendall had decided that he better intervene or he was going to regret it.

After that night, James hardly came around, only paying attention to Jett when they were at school. Kendall didn't blame him, honestly, James would have gotten raped, if it hadn't been for Kendall stopping Jett. But that left Kendall, himself, for Jett; and it was only a matter of time until Jett forced himself on him.

But he had hoped that Jett would get over his sick obsession of forcing himself on people before that happened. Sadly, however, it hadn't happened and Jett had found the perfect moment to force Kendall into something that he most definitely didn't want.

XxX

"What's going on, Carlos?" Logan asked, raising his eyebrows in question.

"Well," Carlos began, biting on his bottom lip. "My parents may have decided that we were moving a lot sooner than they thought because they want to be settled into the house before the baby comes. And if we move now, then everything will be settled in a couple months before the baby's due."

"Which means?" Logan's normally a smart kid, and he already knew what that meant. He just refused to believe what his mind was telling him, until Carlos told him specifically.

"It means that we're going to start packing tomorrow, and my parents hope to be out of here by the weekend."

"Oh, well, I guess whatever works best for your parents, then." It was evident that Logan was upset about the new information, and even though he tried his best to prove to Carlos that he was strong – because that would just make things worse if Logan seemed even close to being upset about losing his best friend – there was no way to hide how upset he truly was.

"I'm going to miss you, Logie!" Carlos exclaimed before throwing his arms around Logan's neck.

"I'm gonna miss you too, Los."

XxX

When Kendall finally showed up at Jett's, there was only one car in the driveway, and Kendall knew that that meant that Jett was the only one that was there; which made Kendall nervous. He had always made sure that they were never alone, and Jett had said that his parents would be home tonight. And somehow, Kendall had been naïve enough to believe Jett.

He knew that it was useless to turn around and head back over to Logan's house, because Jett was looking out the window and staring right at him. So, he decided to park his car and get out. When he reached the front door, it was already swinging open to reveal Jett.

"Hey, Kendall!" Jett smiled, opening the door wide enough for Kendall to walk passed him into the room.

The sun was already setting, the time already being ten 'til seven, and Kendall was sure that – since everyone in the neighborhood that Jett lived in were elderly, they would all be getting ready for bed soon – if Jett planned on doing what Kendall thought then today would be the perfect day to do it. James would never come over here, even if James knew what was about to go down. Logan had no idea where Kendall went; so, if he had any idea what was going to happen, or James would be willing to tell, he would have no idea where to search. Jett's parents weren't home, so there was no way they'd be interrupted. And everyone in the neighborhood was getting ready to go to bed.

So, Kendall knew that Jett had planned this out perfectly. And there was no way Kendall was stronger than Jett, so there was no way of getting away once Jett had a hold of him. But that didn't mean that Kendall would give up the second Jett had a hold of him, because giving in meant that he'd get raped and there was no way in hell that Kendall would give in to something so cruel.

But the second that the front door was shut, Jett had one hand wrapped around his forearm and the other was covering his mouth, stopping him from yelling out. Kendall tried to reach out and throw Jett off of him, but Jett had maneuvered to where Kendall couldn't reach him at the angle he was in.

"Now, Kenny, you don't wanna do that; do you?"

The faux niceness in Jett's voice made Kendall sick, but he looked past that and tried his best to reach Jett; it was no use, however. So, instead of trying to hit Jett in the head, Kendall tried grabbing Jett's arms and scratching; the short nails that Kendall had managed to draw blood, but didn't do the job that he wanted – Jett still had a hold of him.

The next fifteen seconds passed in a blur. One minute, Kendall was wrapped up in Jett's arms and the next, Kendall was pinned up against the door, with Jett's left arm gripping Kendall's shirt. Jett's fist reared back and the next thing Kendall knew, he was being punched in the face. It hurt like hell, and Kendall was sure that he'd have at least a black eye later, but he didn't care about that at the moment, and instead reached out to try and push Jett off of him.

Jett's grip on his shirt only seemed to tighten when Kendall did that, and he started moving them away from the front door. He managed to drag Kendall only about three feet before Kendall started to struggle, realizing that Jett was going to take him up to his room – where there was no doubt things to keep him from struggling.

"Kendall, if you don't quit, I'm going to have to force you." Jett said, venom laced in his words as he turned around to glare at Kendall. But Kendall wasn't listening to him, and instead focused on the best possible way to get away from Jett. "I tried to warn you."

And the next thing Kendall knew, everything was going black and Kendall slumped to the ground.

XxX

"So, Logan." Carlos' mother began, setting down her fork and knife to turn her whole body towards Logan. "Where are you parents?"

"Oh, um, they're on a business trip." Logan mumbled, nervous under Mrs. Garcia's stare.

"So, they aren't home?"

"No, they usually leave me by myself when they go on business trips. But this time, they have the neighbor watching out for me."

"Oh," Was all she had to say about that.

Carlos' parents never liked Logan; whether it had to do with the fact that he was smarter than their own son, he would never know. But he was fairly sure that it had something to do with the fact that they managed to figure out what his father does to him when he did something wrong; and that may or may not have to do with Carlos – which most likely did, but Logan wasn't going to hate him for telling his parents. He would have done the same thing, if he was in the same situation; well, if he had parents like Carlos', parents that cared.

"Yeah, and she's got two kids, also. A son that's staying the night over at my house, so I'm not really likely to invite anyone other than Carlos over, and a daughter that stays home."

"Oh! They wouldn't happen to be the Knight's, would they?" It was funny how her voice went from being disgusted with him to being excited in such a short amount of time. If it wasn't for Logan sitting right there, staring at her, he would have sworn that she was two different people.

"That's them. Why?"

"Well, it's just that Jenifer happened to be a really good friend of mine back in high school; haven't seen her since, though." Mrs. Garcia smiled, reminiscing on the good old days. "How is she?"

"She's great, really nice."

"That's definitely Jenifer."

XxX

By the time that Logan got home, a half an hour later than he had promised, he figured that Kendall would be back. But by the time that Logan got home, Kendall was still gone and Logan was starting to worry. Kendall had gone over to Jett's house and had promised his mother that he'd be back before Logan was home. Kendall, sadly, was not.

So, Logan pulled out his phone and dialed Kendall number – Jenifer had given it to him when he asked to go over to Carlos' house. He waited as the phone rang, sighing when the voice mail picked up. He hung up, not leaving a message, and went up to his room to take a shower. He quickly washed his body and hair before getting out and drying himself.

Once he was wearing only a pair of pajama pants, because he actually felt really hungry even after eating only forty-five minutes ago, he went down to the kitchen and searched his fridge of something to snack on. He didn't find anything in there, so he searched the cabinets and found a couple boxes of pudding. He decided that, since Kendall was supposed to be there soon, he decided to make both boxes. Once that was finished, he put some in his own bowl and put the rest into the fridge for Kendal.

He put on a movie once he got into the living room, choosing his favorite movie, and curled up on the couch. A couple minutes into the movie, Logan had completely forgotten all about the fact that Kendall was supposed to be there and got into the movie, only getting up halfway through to get a glass of water because he had gotten thirsty.

XxX

Everything was a blur as Kendall got out of the rope that held him down to the bed and made his way out of the basement. He quickly ran through the kitchen and grabbed a blanket that was thrown over the couch as a way to cover up his lower half. Running towards his car, he didn't bother to slam the front door shut, hoping it would save a couple seconds of his time.

As soon as he was in his car, he allowed himself a couple seconds to regain composure of himself, slightly aware of the tears that were running down his face and obscuring his line of vision. He rubbed his eyes with his fists, hoping that would allow him to see better, and quickly started the car.

Pulling away from the sidewalk, Kendall sped away, going five miles over the speed limit in hopes of getting home before anyone noticed him. It only took him five minutes to reach his home, normally taking him about seven minutes when he went the speed limit.

Using one of his arms to keep the blanket around his waist, Kendall walked towards Logan's house – he didn't want to go home, in fear of scaring his mother with what happened. He didn't realize that tears had been streaming down his face, until he finally allowed himself to stop rushing. He stopped outside of the front door, leaning against it to try and will the tears away before he rang the doorbell. Sadly, the tears weren't about to stop any time soon.

Deciding that Logan wasn't going to judge him over something like this, he rang the door bell and waited for Logan to open the door. When he did, Logan took a second to realize who was at the door and the state that Kendall was in. Logan's eyes went wide the second he noticed the blood covering Kendall clothes and the bruises that were already littering Kendall's skin.

"Oh my goodness!" Logan reached out to pull Kendall into the house, but stopped when he saw that Kendall flinched. "Kendall, what happened?"

"Can I come in?" Kendall asked, ignoring the question.

"Yeah, definitely!" Logan moved aside, allowing Kendall to come in without having to touch him. "What happened?"

"Um, n-nothing." Kendall reached up to wipe away the tears that still were falling down his face, and decided to go put some clothes on.

But a gasp from behind him stopped him from going too far. He turned around and came face to face with a look of shock written across Logan's face. Kendall's brows furrowed, trying to figure out why Logan looked shocked.

"Did you get raped, Kendall?" Logan asked.

"W-why would you a-ask that?"

"Well," Logan paused, embarrassed to continue talking. "It's just, uh, you…"

"Are you going to answer, or can I go change?"

"You're, uh, bleeding…"

"Um, yeah; I know." Kendall looked down, as if to show Logan that he knew that he was bleeding.

"No, I mean – um, you're bleeding on your , uh…" but instead of finishing, he pointed towards his own ass to show Kendall where he was talking about.

"What?" Kendall asked, turning his head to look down at his butt and try to look. But all he happened to see was the blood that soaked through the blanket. "Um, oh."

"I think you're gonna have to go to the hospital for that, Kendall." Logan suggested, going into doctor mode.

"No!" Kendall yelled, eyes wide. "I am not going to the hospital."

"But -" Logan got cut off.

"Logan, I said no. I refuse to go to the hospital. I'll be fine." Kendall assured.

"Kendall, I am pretty sure I'd know more about this than you, considering I'm the doctor-to-be." Logan pointed out, refusing to let Kendall get out of going to the hospital for this. "You need to go to the hospital to get it checked out. You don't even know if the person who did this was clean, or not."

"He is." Kendall didn't even think about the consequences of admitting to knowing that the other guy was clean or not. He didn't even take two seconds to think about what he was saying before he spoke; and as soon as he realized it, it was already too late. Logan already realized that what the meant was that Kendall knew exactly who had done this to him.

"Wait, do you know who did it?"

"Um, I may know. But I'm not about to tell you."

"If you can't tell me, then who are you going to be able to tell?" Logan asked. "Seriously, Kendall, you have to trust me."

"I just, I don't, I…" Kendall stopped talking, looking down at the ground as he felt the tears coming back to his eyes.

"I know you don't want to think about this, but what happens if he does this to someone else?" Logan asked, taking half a step closer to Kendall. "I know you probably don't want to talk about this, but it'll help in the long run."

"I wanna trust you, Logan; but I just want to forget about it."

XxX

Jett woke up to someone hastily running around upstairs, bumping into what he assumed was the kitchen table, before throwing the door open and letting it hit the wall. He sat up straight, when he noticed the room that he was in and realized that it had to have happened again.

This has been going on for a little over a year, now. He'd wake up, sometimes next to a stranger, and remember nothing about how the person had gotten there. The stranger would be tied up to the bedposts with bruises and cuts all over their body. Sometimes the person would be awake, struggling to break free, or sometimes the person would be knocked out. And when the person was awake, they'd be terrified of him.

But every single time Jett would wake up that way, he'd let the person free and – if they were awake – they'd run out of there as fast as they could. He'd lay in the bed for hours, trying to remember everything that happened, but he'd eventually just curl up and cry himself to sleep. In the middle of the night, he'd wake up and drag himself into the closest bathroom and scrub away any evidence of what happened from his body. He'd go to bed upstairs, in his own room, and once he had a decent amount of sleep, he'd wake up and clean up any and all blood throughout the house, sometimes – if he felt that he couldn't get it clean enough – he'd scrub down each square inch of the house.

But something about this time felt different. There was no one beside him, obviously the person that had run out of his house had to have been the person, but he hadn't let them go. So, when he sat up straight, he tried to look for anything that could have allowed the person to escape; which was how he found a knife laying on the bed beside him.

He's honestly surprised that the person that he'd hurt hadn't stabbed him to death, but then again they probably just wanted to be as far away from him as possible. And he didn't blame the person; if he had been one of his victims, he'd never want to see himself again.

It's just that, he doesn't know how it happens. It's like one minute, he's a normal person – playing video games, eating pizza – and the next thing he knows, he's blacking out and not knowing what he's doing.

It started when he had brought Kendall over to his house to meet James, way before Kendall even moved here, about a year ago. He had thought that Kendall was asleep and had gone into the kitchen to get snacks for James and himself. The next thing he knows, everything is going black and he had no control over his body. When Kendall had pulled him off of James, he had snapped out of it and he just stood there as he watched the two of them running out of the house. James had refused to be alone with Jett since then, and Jett didn't blame him. But even then, it hurt to know that his best friend refused to have anything to do with him outside of school; even at school, James refused to sit too close or look him in the eyes.

And ever since then, he had prayed that it would stop. It never did, though, and Jett couldn't seem to take it anymore. He had been hoping that the blackouts would go away on their own, but they had only seemed to increase as time passed by. And there was only one way that he knew of to get them to go away, or at the very least try to figure out why it was happening to him of all people, and that scared him. But, if that meant he'd get better, he'd do anything. Of course, he'd never tell people the specifics of everything, but he'd admit to the blackouts and not remembering anything.

As he started getting up and walking out of the room, a article of clothing caught his eye. It was a plaid, button down shirt. There was only one person that he knew of that wore these things and honestly, the thought of it having been that person made him sick to his stomach. It couldn't be him. Kendall was the only person that he refused to believe he'd hurt; and if Kendall's mother ever found out, Jett's mother would find out and then Jett would be in trouble and probably get thrown in jail.

A/N: This actually may seem like a supernatural sort of thing – at least that's what I thought about when I added the Jett Stetson at the end – but it really isn't. Jett isn't in the story much longer, by the way, and I promise nothing else will happen like this.

So, if you guys are still reading or still interested in this story after the long wait and this chapter, then I seriously owe you guys so much. When I started this story, or even when I sat down to think up what would happen, this didn't occur to me. But as I was writing the chapter, I thought that maybe something major should happen. And I came across the document that I had saved in my folders and saw the How To Write A Rape Scene and decided that's what should happen. Obviously, I didn't write out the rape scene itself, but what I had added to the chapter had been in the information, and I hope that it was done right – if it's not, I'm allowing everyone to yell at me for it. And if there's anything that you don't understand, don't be afraid to ask.

Kendall's reaction in this chapter was a lot calmer way than someone I imagine would. But in the next chapter, when Logan helps him clean up, he'll react in the way that I hope is right. And then there'll be more James and Carlos, mostly them having troubles at their own home. And maybe something else…I haven't figured out everything else. But I promise there'll be something fluffy there – mostly because I hate writing so much angst, which you guys should know if you read MYM and BMT. :)

The next chapter will be posted within the next couple days, it's almost finished already – because I didn't have internet for a few days and I started the next chapter as soon as I finished this one. So, the wait will not be long, unless my dad decides not to get the internet soon – I am at my cousins' house right now, which is why I am able to update. So, fingers crossed on my dad getting the internet back. :)

Peace.