A/N:

I'm back. Well, kinda. I don't know if I will update regularly, but I'm writing again, which is an improvement.

For those of you who don't read unexpected, I will explain why I haven't been updating in such a long time.

In a really short time a lot of bad things have happened to me. It was to much to handle. I was on the brinch of commiting suicide, and was really depressed. I wasn't in the mood to write.

But I got myself out of my depression. I actually passed my classes. My social life is getting better. I am also doing things I like again, and writing is one of those things.

I hope you all will like this chapter. It's not my best, but I'm quite happy with how it turned out.

I have to admit I'm a bit rusty for not writing in such a long time, but it did turn out quite okay.

Read and Review Please.

Ps: for those of you reading unexpected: I'm writing a next chapter, but I have little to no inspiration, so if any of you have suggestions for the next chapter, pm me.

93. Give Up.

"Are you giving up yet, fag?" one Wayne Wayne inquires.

Logan stands with his back against the wall. He is refusing to just give up, but he know the odds are against him. He can never fight them off.

"Why ain't I getting no answer?" Wayne Wayne asked again.

His hand found its way around Logan's throat, effectively cutting the flowing of air towards his lungs. Logan tries to pry them off, but it's to no avail. The only result he gets is the tightening of the hand. Logan squeaks a little. Wayne Wayne laughs.

"You better give up, Logie. You know you're boyfriend isn't here to protect you. I don't understand why he's sticking around, he can do so much better," Wayne Wayne says grinning evilly. He knows the effect that his words have on Logan. And he isn't disappointed. Logan's eyes begin to water and he's trembling even harder now. The young genius tries to hold his tears back, but to no avail. His face is slowly getting wet from the tears that are falling down.

Logan is ready to give up. He doesn't want to endure this torture anymore. The verbal abuse is hurting him more than anything Wayne Wayne could do to him physically. Logan was used to beatings. Back in Minnesota he was always the bully's victim.

He bows his head and wait for the first hit. But it never came. Logan looks up and sees a hand on Wayne Wayne's shoulder. With his eyes he follows the hand to an arms that ends with a shoulder. Connected to those shoulders is a familiar face. Kendall. If Logan could, he would sigh in relief, but Wayne Wayne's hand was still cutting his air supply.

Luckily Kendall sees it too and pries Wayne Wayne's fingers off the neck of his boyfriend. He then pushes the bad boy away from his Logan and punches him in the face. Wayne Wayne clutches his nose, which is bleeding profusely.

Kendall takes Logan's hand and he is all but dragging him back to the Palmwoods. Logan can feel Kendall's rage. He knows the blonde is furious. But he doesn't know to whom this anger is directed. He is scared.

When they are in their apartment again, Kendall lets go of Logan's hand and stalks to their shared bedroom. Logan follows him, although a bit hesitant.

"Why were you giving up, Logie?" Kendall asks as Logan's shuts the door.

"I don't know, Kendall, he said things, and I was scared. I was so scared Kendall!" Logan says, sobbing. Everything that happened that day was coming to him, all at once.

Kendall rushed to Logan's side and hugged him close to his chest. When Logan has calmed down a bit, Kendall holds him at arm's length and looks him in the eye.

"Logie, can you promise me one thing?" he asks.

Logan nods.

"Never give up, Logan!"