Revealing – Chapter 6
I opened the door, and stepped into the darkness. I tried to turn it on, but the light switch wouldn't work. A sense of imminent danger overwhelmed me, but I walked in anyways. I heard a crunch beneath my feet, and gasped loudly. It was broken glass from light bulbs. This was really not good. I continued walking, cautiously. In my mind, I was praying the Hail Mary, over and over again. I finally found the living room, and felt a little more safe. Honestly, I felt a fool for how terrified I had been. What possibly could there have been that would have been that horrible?
"Hello Kendall," a voice called from the dark and I jumped half a mile.
"Who's there," I asked in a high pitched voice. I heard the sound of a chain being pulled, and a small desk light came on. It didn't add much light to the room, but I could finally see the person who had scared me half to death. It was Logan. He stood up, and gestured for me to sit. I did. He clapped, and the rest of the lights came on.
"You had James out awfully late tonight," he smirked, "I had to ground him for breaking the rules."
"Ground him," I repeated confusedly, "What do you mean by that?"
"Just what I said," he replied, and held up a silver key.
"You locked him his bedroom," I winced, "What the fuck is the matter with you? Why are you like this?"
"If you want to place blame," he spat furiously, "Just look in the God damn mirror. You pushed me to this with all of your interferring, and your showing up here unannounced. Now you're trying to steal my boyfriend."
"I'm not trying to steal anyone," I replied just as nastily, "You're just paranoid, and acting like a psycho. You can't fucking lock James in the bedroom. Tomorrow, I'm telling my mother, and his, about this and I might just tell James that, not only does he know me, we both used to love each other and I bet we still do."
"Oh you're not going to say anything," Logan cried and was about half an inch from my face, "See, if you decide to open your big mouth, I might just have to pay a visit to Katie. She's such a sweet, frail, little girl. So young, and innocent."
"Are you threatening my sister," I stammered in disbelief, "The same girl who used to consider you a big brother?"
"You bet I am," he smirked, "If you say one word to anyone, about anything, I'll kill her. Don't test me, because at this point I think we both know I could do it. Without James, I have nothing to lose. So, keep your lips closed."
He kissed me on the lips, and I felt sick. Without so much as a backward glance, he walked away. I couldn't believe what I had just heard. I wanted to help James but not at the risk of my sister's life.
I walked upstairs to the room I shared with Carlos. He wasn 't there, which was okay because I wanted to be alone. Logan had become someone I didn't recognize, someone I hated! He was a vile monster, and he had to be stopped. First thing was first, I had to get Katie out of the way. Then, I had to make Logan think that he had won.
The door opened, and Carlos walked in. He grabbed my water bottle off the table my bed, and chugged its contents.
"Sorry man," he explained, "I was out for a jog. I just had a great talk with Logan. Man, I'm tired."
He went to sleep, and before I knew it, I had too.
The next morning, I woke up with a solid plan for as to what I was going to do about Logan. I sat up, and looked over at Carlos, who was still sound asleep. I got up and walked over to him.
"Carlitos," I shook him, but he didn't move. I shook him a few more times, but still nothing. I pushed him, and that's when I realized he wasn't waking up. I ran out of the room.
"Mom," I screamed, "Carlos isn't waking up! Call 911!"
We were in the waiting room for at least five hours, before the doctor spoke to us. He only could say they were waiting for test results. Carlos was so happy last night, I couldn't imagine what could have happened between now and then. I just prayed to God that it was nothing serious. I couldn't take it if something happened to another one of my friends.
"Is he okay," I heard my mother ask, and I looked up. The doctor was standing there with Carlos' chart in his hands.
"Yes," the doctor replied finally, "His toxicology report showed high levels of rohypnol, does anyone know anything about that?"
"No," I responded, "What is it?"
"It's commonly used as a date rape drug." the doctor revealed, "He'll be fine, but that was a bit suspicious. Anything we ought to know?"
I didn't hear him, I was lost in thought...
"I was out for a jog. I just had a great talk with Logan. Man, I'm tired."
Carlos words played in my mind, over and over, until slowly they reduced to one word. Logan. Of course! Carlos drank from MY water bottle. Maybe Logan had meant for me to be drugged, not Carlos. I used to not think Logan capable of something so heinous, but after he threatened my sister, I knew he was capable of anything. All I needed was proof. He had gone too far this time, and I had to stop him before anyone else got hurt.
"Mom," I spoke up, "I think I should tell the boys about this." She agreed and I was off to Palmwoods.
Fifteen minutes later, I was opening the front door to 2J. Logan was sitting on the couch, alone, and when he saw me, he stood up. I walked towards him.
"What do you want," he sneered, "I'm not in the mood for round 2."
"I just thought I would tell you that Carlos is in the hospital," I quipped bluntly.
"Yeah," he rolled his eyes, "As if I would fall for that. Clearly, you want another shot with James."
"This has nothing to do with James," I screamed, "Carlos is your friend, Logan! He wouldn't wake up this morning, and I called 911. I thought you and James would both like to know."
"You're not just trying to be alone with James," Logan asked suspiciously.
"No," I smirked, "Take him with you if you don't believe me. Keep an eye on him."
"I think I will," Logan responded as though he had won. He went off to retrieve James. That was so easy. I sat on the couch and waited for them to leave. Five minutes later I was rummaging though Logan's things. Their room was nearly spotless, and so it made my task all that much more difficult. If his room was clean, perhaps there was nothing there. I opened the closet door, and pushed some boxes around. I found nothing there. Then I laid on my stomach, almost under the bed, and saw a loose floor board. I lifted it and reached it. I pulled out a black, leather, scrapbook and opened it. It was pictures of Big Time Rush, with my face scratched out. I found pictures of me and James, with my face cut out, and Logans put in, nude drawings of James, and pictures of me being violently tortured. Bored, I reached in again and pulled out some papers. It was announcements about creditors suing Doctor Michel Stavros, receipts for payments sent to Doctor Michel Stavros, and a 3 page paper entitled "Outline" I read it a loud.
"Ensure that James continue ECT until he no longer remembers anyone or anything, Convince him that he grew up in Los Angeles, not Minnesota, and make sure he doesn't remember anyone named Kendall."
What the fuck, I thought. Logan bribed the Doctor to continue shock therapy even though James was fine. I was so shocked I dropped everything, and fell to the floor. Logan hating me had nothing to do with my return, he hated me long before that because James loved me. I reached into the hole one more time, and finally found a little bag of pills. I gathered everything and took it to my room, where I found a bag to store it in. Now, I had to get to the hospital.
On the way out the door, I called a towncar, and then I dialed my sister.
"Kendall," she squealed, "I'm so happy to hear from you! What are you up to?"
"Katie," I said sternly, "I need you to drop everything and meet me at LAX now, it's a severe emergency."
"Oh my God," she cried, "Okay."
Katie ran toward me, and jumped into my arms, when she saw me. I could tell she had been crying, and I wiped away some of her tears.
"Katie," I smiled, "Don't cry, it's going to be fine."
"What's going on," she asked me, "I am so worried right now. I heard a report on the way over here that Carlos was in the hospital. Did someone do something to him?"
"Logan," I admitted, "He's gone psycho, and if you don't get out of here now, he will hurt you. This is all because he is obsessed with James."
"Since when," she cried, "He's always been all over Carlos."
"I guess that was just to pass time," I stated, "Look, I'm going to buy you a ticket to New York City. There will be a layover in Chicago, from there take a limo to Lake Forest. I have a friend who is expecting you."
"Okay," she sighed sadly, "When can I come back? I have a life, you know."
"Hopefully by the end of the week," I told her, "Let's go, I have to get you out of here before you get hurt."
Half an hour later, she was safely out of dodge and on a plane to Chicago. I took the town car to the hospital so I could put the rest of my plan into motion. It was time to take that psycho Logan down.