A/N Ahhh everyone thanks for your reviews and everyone who is reading this, makes me so incredibly happy! The language in this is kind of vulgar, soo yeah.
"Psssssst! Logan!" Gustavo hissed, waving the nerdy boy over to him. Logan raised his eyebrows, looking fearful, and pointed to his chest while mouthing, "Me?" Gustavo groaned, rolled his eyes, and nodded. Out of any of the boys, the fat man knew he could get a straight answer out of Logan.
Logan glanced at his friends nervously. They were completely oblivious as they listened to Mr. X carefully instruct a dance move for them. He whimpered and ran towards Gustavo even though he really wished he had Kendall or James for back up.
"Um, yes Mr. Rocque?" Logan asked politely, voice rising at the end of his sentence with fear. He blushed and looked down at his dance sneakers. Gustavo wrinkled his nose and crooked an evil eyebrow.
"Ok, first off knock it off with the whole 'Oh Mr. Rocque, I'm so bashful' stuff," Gustavo said in a mocking, high-pitched tone, than lowered it to his usual baritone. "And second, what is up with K-Dawg?"
"Um, who?" Logan asked.
"Kendall! He's was acting all depressed early this afternoon and now he's acting all angry, like somebody rolled over his puppy."
"Oh, sorry Gustavo. I noticed he was distracted in school, too. He's kind of been going through a lot," Logan apologized for Kendall.
"Don't be sorry, it's great! I wish you all could be upset like this all the time! His voice projection is amazing, his dancing is emotional and full-out, and he hasn't screwed up all day. The angry look works well on him," Gustavo said. "But what exactly is wrong with him?"
Logan sighed. "Look, it's not really my place to say-"
"Tell me now!" Gustavo bellowed, lifting Logan up by his bony little shoulders. Logan gulped and laughed nervously.
"Ok, just please put me down!" Logan pleaded. Gustavo obliged, and Logan cowered against the wall before spilling the beans.
"It's his dad, he came back after 11 years," Logan said. "He's trying to be part of the family again but Kendall isn't having it. It's really affecting him. I have never seen him so upset before, Gustavo."
Gustavo narrowed his eyebrows and "Hmmmm'd" for a good few minutes, watching Kendall dance. His precision and timing was immaculate, but he could tell something was wrong with his most stubborn dog. He was quiet and submissive instead of loud and arguementive and his eyes had a tired, frightened look darkening his green irises. "Ok, thank you Logan, you are dismissed. Shoo. Rehearse for another hour with the boys and then you guys can go home so you can, you know, fix Kendall." Gustavo shoved Logan back into the studio, shaking his head. He never let the boys go home so early, not unless one of them was sick. He admittedly over-worked the teenagers endlessly. But whoever was messing with Kendall was going to get a nice hefty serving of Gustavo Rocque's wrath.
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Kendall paced back and forth in his bedroom, rubbing his hands together absent-mindedly. Logan sighed dramatically. He had been watching his taller friend pace for nearly 2 hours now and it was starting to make him nauseous.
"Kendall, will you just sit down and do your homework?" Logan asked, annoyed.
"Hmm? Yeah," Kendall said distractedly, obviously having not heard a word Logan said. If anything, his pacing only got faster. Logan rolled his desk chair that he sat on in front of Kendall to halt his movements. The blonde stumbled and fell across Logan's lap with an "oof!"
"Get off me," Logan mumbled, rolling Kendall off of his lap. "Why are you acting all fidgety, dude?"
Kendall sat up and looked at Logan crossly, not happy at the younger boy's decision to push him onto the floor. "I'm waiting for David to get back from work so I can tell him to get the fudge out of my life." He was planning on confronting David about watching Katie at night, but he was working late. It was already 9 0' clock.
Logan laughed. "I hate to break it to you buddy but it's going to take a little bit more than that. It's your parent's decision, not yours, no matter how much we both hate it."
"But I want him out of here! We don't have enough room for him, anyway! This apartment is tiny and we have 7 people living here. Isn't that kind of ridiculous? I'm just trying to be practical here," Kendall said. Logan smiled sadly.
"Yeah, it is ridiculous, the whole situation is ridiculous but do you really think you can convince David to leave, just because Katie is having nightmares?"
"I don't think they are just nightmares, Logie. I know she's lying to me when she tells me it was just a dream. And I don't know if she's just in denial or if David is forcing her to lie but I know something is up."
Logan eyebrows seemed to rise up to his hairline. "That's a pretty strong accusation, Kendall," he said, voice softening to a whisper. "What exactly do you suspect is going on? Has Katie said anything to you?"
"No, she says she just sees David watching her sleep at night, and it gives her the creeps. I'm going to talk to David about it. If it happens again, I will kick him out myself. I'm the man of this house, not him. What I say goes."
"You're 17, dude. To adults you're a little kid, not a man," Logan said pessimistically. Typical Logie. But Kendall knew his small friend would always back him up on anything.
"I know," Kendall mumbled. "But if he doesn't leave, than I am. I turn 18 in 4 months. I'll go get my own place."
"Really?" Logan asked, surprised. He would have never thought Kendall would leave his mom and sister, or the other boys for that matter.
"Don't worry," Kendall said with a grin. "You guys and Katie are coming with me."
"Well duh," Logan said, deciding to keep the long lists of facts why Kendall wouldn't be able to just go live with 4 under-aged kids as soon as he turned 18 and that it would be considered kidnapping to himself.
Kendall jumped when there was a knocking sound on the door and David poked his head in, giving the 2 boys a falsely sweet smile.
"Oh look, daddy's home," Kendall said sarcastically, under his breathe but still loud enough for David to hear. David decided to ignore the comment and continue glaring at him with that smile. Kendall decided to stare at the floor, anywhere but that ugly face in front of him.
"What was all this talk about moving out?" David asked casually, and Kendall's stomach flipped. Logan glanced at his older brother nervously. Did David overhear all of that?
Instead of reacting with fear, Kendall reacted with anger. His eyebrows twisted into a furious knot and he glared at his father. "You were listening to us? This is me and my brother's room, you can't just listen to any conversation you want to!"
David clenched the doorknob tightly, slightly amused but mostly angered by his challenging boy. "Kendall, come here. I need to talk to you."
"Good, 'cause I need to talk to you," Kendall said acidly. Logan grabbed Kendall's sleeve, but the blonde carefully removed his hand.
"I'll be right back, stay here Loges," Kendall said, than left to follow his dad out of the apartment. David led him down to a quiet area of the parking lot and turned to his son, seething.
"What do you want, David?" Kendall said, staring at the asphalt like it was the most interesting thing in the world. Since he wasn't watching David, he wasn't expecting the sting of David's rough, callused hand against his soft cheek. Kendall gasped in surprise and immediately put his hand to the assaulted skin.
"Well I see some things haven't changed," Kendall said, shaking off the painful sting.
"I told you, you are to call me dad. It's respectful," David spat. Kendall had to laugh at this.
"Respectful?" Kendall said incredulously. "You're a disgusting loser who drank his life away, beat his son, and left his family with nothing! I remember the beatings, David! I don't know if you were expecting me to be too young to remember but I do, every single blow you dealt me is fresh in my mind!" Kendall was screaming now. "But I'm not some little defensive boy anymore, I'm 17 years old. I can fight back."
David smirked. "Really, you think you can fight me, Kendall?"
"If I had to, yes," Kendall said, clenching a fist. "What is your reason to be here? Why the fuck do you feel the need to waltz back into my life and screw everything up? We don't know you, we don't want you. I sure as hell don't love you. I stopped loving you the night you started beating me and told me I couldn't tell my own mother the real reason why I would come home with bruises all over my stomach!" Memories were hitting Kendall like a brick now, pent up anger from 11 years ago running cold through his blood. Tears welled up behind his eyes but he didn't dare let them loose. It was taking everything he had in him not to maul his father right then and there.
"You really think your mother didn't know?" David growled. "You think she was that dumb, Kendall, to believe that you simply 'fell out of a tree' or had a 'hockey accident'? Maybe she knew everything. Maybe she thought you deserved it, just as much as I thought you did."
"No, mom would never let me get hurt! She loved me," Kendall said, faltering a bit. His father was lying. He had to be.
David laughed bitterly, looking down at his son in disgust. "Love you? Who could love something like you? You aren't even a product of love, boy. Your mother was drunk when I fucked her. You are nothing but a stupid mistake."
Kendall felt as if David slapped him again, momentarily paralyzed by the cruel words. Who talks to their 17 year old like that? "Don't you ever speak that way about my mother ever again!" Kendall roared, pushing his father back with all his strength. He had never been so offended in his life. "You come back with all these lies! I don't believe them one bit!"
"Don't you ever touch me again!" David warned, grabbing Kendall's wrists and twisting them slightly. Kendall's face contorted in pain as the boy tried to get away from this horrid man.
"Let go of me!" Kendall cried, and David finally released him when he saw a couple walking in the distance, startled by the yelling going on between the boy and the man.
"You're just a coward," Kendall taunted. "You will be out of my house soon I'll make sure of it. Katie told me she sees you in her room at night. Is this true? 'Cause I swear to God if it is, I will castrate you myself."
David smirked. "What? A father can't admire his beautiful angel while she sleeps? All parents, moms and dads alike, do that."
"You son of a bitch," Kendall said in disbelief. "You don't know her! I was more of a dad to her than you ever will be! I raised her since she was born! If I ever see you in her room again, I will call the cops. You stay away from my baby sister."
"Or what?" David said, still smiling that crooked, idiotic smile. "What good would calling the cops do, huh?"
"Then I will do something myself. I'm serious. You don't go near that little girl." Kendall turned to leave, but David grabbed his arm in a bruising grip and leaned in close to his ear, making the teenager shudder.
"I'm staying, Kendall. And there's nothing you can do about it." David released Kendall with a shove. The blonde gave David a dark, threatening glare before stomping back to the apartment.
"Kendall, what's wrong?" Logan asked when the blonde came into their shared room and dived into his bed, burying his face in his pillow. The young genius noticed Kendall's shoulder quiver and heard soft whimpers coming from his throat.
"Are you crying?" Logan asked, concerned and amazed. Kendall never cries. He crawled up onto Kendall's bed and rubbed the boys back.
"I hate him so much," Kendall said in between soft, quiet sobs. Logan lay down and rested his cheek on Kendall's shoulder blades, arms wrapped around his torso in a protective hug.
"It's ok, I gotcha," Logan soothed. He held Kendall until the older boy fell asleep.
Kendall woke up from his deep sleep with a start. The room was now dark, and he realized he had been asleep for a couple hours. His eyes felt swollen and his throat was sore from crying himself to sleep, but that wasn't why he woke up. He felt an extra weight on his bed that normally wasn't there, a body pressed against his back. It wasn't sweet and protecting like it had been when he fell asleep, though. It was actually strange and uncomfortable.
"Logie?" Kendall asked, confused. He heard Logan snort in his sleep, but it didn't come from behind Kendall. The blonde could see Logan was sound asleep across the room, having gotten up after Kendall fell asleep to sleep in his own bed.
Kendall whimpered, feeling nauseous. He knew it wasn't Katie who was pressed up against him. No, this was a man. With a shuddering breath, Kendall rolled over to see David holding him to his chest, watching him sleep. Kendall nearly jumped out of skin when he saw the green eyes watching him intently, suppressing a scream as to not wake Logan.
"D-David?" Kendall asked nervously. His stomach was churning at the close proximity, and he squirmed out of David's grasp. David smiled at his son and ran a hand through the boy's blonde locks.
"Ssh, it's just daddy, Kendall. Go back to sleep."
"No, go away," Kendall said. He couldn't describe how weird this was making him feel. He just wanted to call out for his mom.
David continued stroking Kendall's hair. "But I wanted to tell you I was sorry, Kendall. Daddy didn't mean to hurt you tonight, you know that right?"
"Yeah, sure just stop touching me," Kendall said. The blonde cringed and whimpered when David leaned forward to kiss his neck tenderly and ran a hand across his cheek.
"It's ok, Kendall. I forgive you. Good night, baby boy." David gave Kendall one last kiss on the neck before finally leaving the room for his own. Kendall shivered, tears falling down his cheeks. Logan heard Kendall's coughs and cries and sat up in alarm.
"Kendall, what's wrong?" Logan asked, turning a light on and rushing to his friends' side.
"Bad dream," Kendall said quickly, drying his tears. He tried to calm himself but it was no use. His stomach was flip-flopping and he looked at Logan with pleading eyes. "I feel sick, Logan."
"Are you going to throw up?" Logan asked gently. "It's ok if you do, I'll help you to the bathroom."
Kendall shook his head, breathing rhythmically to settle the uncomfortable feeling in the pit of his belly. "No, I think I'll be ok."
"Ok," Logan said, giving Kendall's shoulder a squeeze. "Try to sleep, buddy. I hope you feel better."
Kendall nodded and burrowed deeper into the covers. Shame was added to the sick feeling now. He was acting so… So weak, like a little child all because of that stupid man. He was supposed to be strong for Logan, not waking him up in the middle of the night, crying.
"Good night Kendall. Wake me up if you need to throw up," Logan said, getting under his blankets.
"Thanks Loges," Kendall said. A few short minutes later, Logan was fast asleep but needless to say, Kendall was up all night, shivering and trying to wrap his young mind around what just happened.
A/N Wow that was creepy. But I loved writing the fight between David and Kendall! I hope you guys liked it. Please review?