Author's Note: Thanks to all of you who have read and reviewed and expressed your worry for Logan lol. I feel bad for making you all worry, but at the same time, I don't heeheehee. There are a couple more chapters of Logan's flashback and then we get to more fun stuff. What my idea of "fun stuff" is exactly is probably a scary thought, but oh well. Without further ado, here is Worst Nightmare 6.0.

Yay:)

A few months later, it was the week before spring break. When Logan got home from school on Wednesday, his mother asked to talk to him.

"I have to go out of town for spring break to settle a deal with a few clients. You won't be able to come with me because I'm going to be gone all day and I can't watch you." Logan opened his mouth to protest that he was a teenager and was perfectly capable of taking care of himself, but his mother stopped him. "I know that you can take care of yourself, but it's not safe for you to be all alone all day. Something could happen to you. Will you be able to find a friend to stay with? I don't think James, Carlos or Kendall is leaving for the break, and I'm sure they'd love to have you."

"Yeah, sure mom." Logan grumbled.

The next day at school, while he was discussing his situation with his friends, Logan couldn't quite shake the feeling that he was being watched. He tried to dismiss it, but it kept nagging at him as he tried to figure out which friend to stay with during the week of the school break. At the end of the day, Logan was once again greeted by Drake, who started today slightly different. He shoved Logan roughly against the lockers and brought the blade to Logan's throat.

"Now you listen to me, all right? Tell your friends that you are going to stay with a cousin out of town and tell your mom that you'll be switching off staying with each of your friends each day. But instead, you'll get to spend some time with me." Drake said with a sickening smile. Logan gulped. A whole week? At Drake's? Logan shuddered at the thought of this. It would definitely be a week that he would not enjoy. How did Drake even know about this? Had Logan not just been being paranoid? Had Drake been watching him?

"If you don't and you tell someone the truth," Drake pressed the knife harder against Logan's neck. Logan whimpered as the blade broke skin. "There will be consequences." Drake finished then stormed off. Logan felt tears start to run down his face. He had never known what true fear was until now. Logan wanted to avoid going to Drake's house at all costs. But it wasn't like he had much of a choice. If he refused, he didn't want to imagine what Drake would do to him then. And if he told someone. Logan started to cry harder. He couldn't stand the thought of his friends getting hurt because of him. He didn't think he would be able to live with himself if that happened. He hated it, but once again, he would have to face this alone.

The following day, Logan told his friends and his mother what Drake had told him to say. He hated lying to them, but Drake hadn't really given him any other option. When school was finally out, Logan waited at his locker for Drake to show up, his book bag hanging on his shoulder. He looked down the hall to his left and stared out the big glass windows at the end of it.

It was a beautiful day. The sun was shining, and the sky was the perfect shade of light blue. But a beautiful day didn't mean that great and wonderful things were going to happen to him today. Logan felt a chill as he tried to brush away the terrible thoughts of what exactly Drake was going to do to him.

Logan was so lost in his own mind that he hadn't heard heavy footsteps approaching him. He was snapped out of his trance when someone put a strong grip around his arm. Logan flinched when he felt something cold and metal come under his shirt and press against his back. He froze when he realized that it was the end of a gun.

"Move." Drake said firmly, and Logan obeyed. He shoved Logan roughly forward on occasion as he led him to the back parking lot, which was unfortunately vacant with the exception of a dark green car. Drake led Logan to the car and shoved him against it. He took the gun away from Logan's side, which was much to Logan's relief, and put it in his pocket. He then pulled out a pair of handcuffs and used them to secure Logan's hands behind his back. Logan cried out softly as the metal restraints were locked tightly around his wrists. Beaten, tormented, and now abducted? This nightmare wouldn't stop, and that's what Logan was afraid off. If Drake was willing to kidnap him, what would he do next?

Drake pulled Logan off the car. He opened the back door and all but threw Logan into the backseat. Drake slammed the door, opened the driver's door, and climbed into the car. He picked up Logan's bag from the ground and threw it onto the passenger seat. Logan attempted to sit up but laid back onto his side when Drake shouted, "Stay down!" Drake started the car, backed out of his parking space, and started the drive to his house. Logan shifted so he was lying on his back and stared at the tan roof of the car as his thoughts started to take him away. He was downright scared. He didn't know if Drake was letting him go after he was done doing, well, whatever he was going to do. He wasn't sure he would see his family and friends again. As his thoughts went more into depth on what was going to happen to him, a single tear slowly rolled down his cheek. He would give anything for someone, anyone, to come to his rescue, to save him from this horrific nightmare. But he knew there was no chance of that happening. No one knew where he was, or what was really going on, what the truth was that was hidden behind his lies.

Logan was once again so lost in his thoughts that he failed to notice his surroundings and that the car had pulled into a small garage. It took the sudden stop of the car to finally bring him back to reality. The car shut off and Drake climbed out of the car and opened Logan's door.

"Get out." Drake ordered. Without hesitation, Logan did as he was told. Drake grabbed onto Logan's arm with a firm grip. Logan hissed as he could almost feel the bruises forming on his arm where Drake's fingers dug into his skin. Drake led Logan into the house, down the hall, and down a wooden staircase to what Logan guessed to be the basement. When they reached the bottom of the stairs, Drake sat Logan down in front of a pipe in the corner to the right the stairs. He unlocked one wrist of Logan's handcuffs and relocked them behind the pipe, Logan too scared to present any real resistance. Logan surveyed the room around him. The basement was a simple gray stone room, with the exception of pipes running along the walls and the washer and dryer in the corner to his right. The wooden stairs came down into the center of the basement.

Drake walked to the washer and grabbed a roll of duct tape off the top of it. Realizing his intentions, Logan's eyes widened in fear. "No, please," he practically begged, "please don't." Drake seemed to pay no attention to him as he tore off a strip from the roll and approached Logan. Logan struggled and pleaded with Drake, but Drake completely ignored him as he placed the strip of tape over Logan's mouth. "We don't want the neighbors to hear you screaming, now do we?" Logan's eyes widened as he realized what that meant for him.

"Oh, and don't think my parents will find you. They're out of town for the week. It's just the two of us." Logan gulped while his last hope of being rescued faded away. Drake brought his hand back, and it began.

Logan stopped his train of thought there. He was shaking uncontrollably at the memory of the first two days. Drake had beaten him non-stop. Only the first day, his torture had consisted of Drake using the knife multiple times, along with a few other tools and methods that could be used to cause Logan a tremendous amount of pain. On the second day however, Drake resorted to just using his bare hands. Logan remembered how sore his throat had been from screaming in pain and for help, but for the most part his cries were muffled. Drake hadn't fed him anything those two days. Logan was absolutely and terrifyingly sure that during those two days, he got a glimpse into what hell was really like.