Chapter 7: Revenge
James POV
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"To be," I recited, "or not to be. That is the question. The blade was against my arm, but I felt unsure. I could kill myself, right now, or I could live and get my memory back and be happy. One part of me didn't see the point in living when I couldn't remember anything or anyone, and the other part was curious to find out if I could ever remember. I put the blade away, and back in the drawer.
"Another time," I smirked and exited the bathroom. I laid in my bed, waiting for my captor to return. I fell asleep before he did.
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The one person, besides my mother, that I remembered was Carlos. I remembered a funny, charming, hyperactive, and loyal person. He was the one person, as far I as knew, that was truly pure of heart. So how could this have happened to him? I placed my hand on my cheek, where Logan slapped me. It stung ever worse then it did yesterday, but there was nothing I could do about it. Logan now owned me, and controlled me, and I belonged to him now. I looked over at him, and his concern for Carlos. How real is that, I asked myself. He looked up at me, and saw me staring. Fear overwhelmed me, as he started walking towards me.
"Lets go home," he stated coldly, "There is nothing more that we can do."
"We can support our friend," I sneered just as coldly, "and you are more than welcome to leave if you want."
"Fine," he sighed, "At least walk me to the car."
He took my arm, and began walking steadily out of the main corridor, towards the exit. Nurses, Doctors, and patients looked at us with concern.
"What's happening to us," he asked me once we had reached the parking lot, "We used to be best friends, and now you seem so angry."
"You hit me," I cried, "Did you expect me to be happy about it?"
"You deserved it," he droned in an emotionless voice. We reached his car, and I leaned up against the passenger side. The area seemed deserted, and endless. The sea of cars was closing in on me, and I was feeling claustrophobic. Logan edged closer to me, a wicked glint in his eye. He put his arms on either side of me, against the car. I felt trapped.
"This is because of Kendall," he was seething, "This is because you love him, and not me. Isn't it?"
"Of course not," I responded cautiously, "Logan you are the only one-" I was cut off by a swift fist to the stomach. I doubled over and gasped for breath. He grabbed my hair, and punched me in the jaw, then he threw me against the car, and turned me so my face was pressed against the glass. I knew was was next. He didn't bother undoing my pants as he slid them down. A moment later, unbearable pain surged through my body as I felt his enormous dick rip into me, and pound as hard as he could. A minute later, he had finished and pulled out. I pulled my pants up, and felt hot wetness inside them.
"Just remember one thing," he breathed hard, "You are mine. No matter who you are with, or what you do, you will never be rid of me." He delivered one last blow to my stomach, and got in his car. I was left laying in the parking lot, alone. I was utterly alone.
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I had to throw away my favorite pair of jeans, and even a decent pair of 2xist trunks. They were covered in blood, and semen. My face was bloody, and bruised. My body didn't look any better. I stood completely naked in the bathroom of my bedroom, staring at myself in the mirror. I should have taken my medicine hours ago, but I decided it didn't matter anymore. A blinding pain exploded before my eyes, and I was instantly on the ground. I saw white, and then nothing.
"You leave him alone," a blonde little boy growled at a fat five year old, "Or you'll deal with me." The bully instantly backed away. The blonde pulled the brunette boy off the ground and dusted him off.
"Hi," a small little boy smiled, "I'm Kendall. Do you want to be my best friend?"
"Yeah," a frail boy exclaimed, "Lets go play!" One boy grabbed the other and off they went
I screamed in agony, I couldn't move. Every part of my body hurt.
"He's gone," I sobbed into Kendall's lap, "He just left me. How could he do this?"
"It's okay," Kendall whispered soothingly as he rubbed my back, "I'm here, and I won't ever leave."
We fell asleep in each other's arms, and I woke up knowing that I would never love anyone but him.
"Fuck," I screamed as the pain got worse. I knew I was going to die. I wanted to get up, and kill myself, but I couldn't move.
"Damn it," my mother screamed into the phone, "You asshole! No!" I heard a loud pop come from the speaker, and my mother went completely beserk. She was sobbing so hard, and she dropped the phone and fell to the floor. She pounded her fists and screamed. I didn't know what had happened, but I knew I had to leave. I went upstairs, and forced myself to sleep. The next morning, I was told my father committed suicide.
The pain reached it's peak, and started to subside. I started getting my vision back, and my ability to move.
"You love him," Logan sighed, "Don't you?"
"Yes," I replied apologetically. He just spent five minutes explaining his love for me, only to be met by my rejection. I felt so guilty that I almost lied, and told him I loved him but a part of me had hope that Kendall might love me.
I stood up, and all suicidal cravings were gone. I no longer wanted to die because at long last, I had a break through and my memory returned. I knew I was James David Diamond, born March 1st 1994 to Brooke and Jimmy Diamond. I grew up in Minneapolis, Minnesota. My best friend as a child was Kendall, and I was always in love with him. My dad died, because he was bipolar, and Kendall comforted me. It was the first time I ever wanted to kiss him. I never had, or will ever have, romantic feelings for Logan. I only thought I did because I couldn't remember Kendall.
"I'm back," I smirked as mixed feelings of rage, and euphoria overwhelmed me. On top of remembering my past, I remembered every lie that Logan told me and I remembered that Dr. Stavros told me those lies as well. Who knew that all it would take to help me get a grip is getting raped by my pseudo boyfriend. Oh my God, I thought to myself. I had been raped.
I left the bathroom, and sat on my bed. I decided that, this time, I would deal with this head on. This new found strength was amazing, but was it enough to help me deal with everything that Logan had done? He abused me, physically and mentally. I felt unadulterated rage towards him, and I had to make him pay. I went to the bathroom, and grabbed the blade but this time it wasn't for me. I was going to kill Logan Mitchell.
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