Disclaimer: I don't own Big Time Rush (A really big shame) I only own Darcy and Mike. I'd like to give a massive 'Thank You' to the lovely people that review my story! It keeps me very happy to know what you think, and also makes me want to update faster! It really does! The next few chapters will probably be Logan and Carlos' feelings towards everything happening with Darcy, I'm not sure yet. What do you think? Yeah or No? Reader's choice! Then I will continue the story :P
FYI daydreaming in Hanley really helps me, except when I accidentally run into people because I'm not paying attention :S But what do people expect! I'm listening to my music (mainly Big Time Rush) and daydreaming
Logan's p.o.v
It had been three days since the incident that had Darcy walking out of the apartment in almost a flood of tears, and James completely pissed off, refusing to leave Carlos' side, and Kendall standing to the side, a blank look etched on his face, making him hard to read. Logan noticed when Kendall walked out of the apartment and was gone for hours, not just from a walk, but from something that Logan didn't know. He had sat up in the apartment waiting for Kendall's return, watching the television on the lowers volume setting that only allowed the smallest sound to come from the television. But Logan never paid attention to what was on the screen, his thoughts going to Kendall and wondering what he was doing. He worried for Kendall, because he was at a fragile state in life, and it was all Jo's fault. Everyone had been on edge when Kendall announced that he and Jo had split up, and tempers were flaring, especially James. Everyone watched Kendall with eyes like a hawk, waiting for his ultimate break-down, but it never happened. That was one of the reasons that James reacted so violently to Darcy when she hit Kendall with the ball, because he obviously knew more about the youngest brother of 'Big Time Rush' even if he knew him from an earlier age
"You should really sleep" Mama Knight spoke in the softest tone Logan had ever heard in a while, but there was also an undertone of worry for her son in her tone. As Logan turned around, he saw the worried look in Mama Knight's eyes, the purple bags underneath her brown eyes. Her auburn hair was tied back in a messy ponytail, small strands of hair framing her face, but it couldn't disuse the bags under her eyes or the tired look in her eyes. Logan gave her a sympathetic smile, listening intently when police sirens roared to life outside. Mama Knight's eyes widened, and with nothing else to say, she bolted to the window, yanking the curtains back so she could see outside, Logan at her side in a heartbeat. A large black puff of smoke was curling to the sky, and every second a flame of fire would appear, licking towards the sky. Logan looked at Mama Knight, noticing the worry they held, and suddenly, he felt his own horror creeping into his gut as he realised why Mama Knight looked so worried. Just as Logan was about to yank his phone from his pocket, the front door slammed open, hitting the wall with a solid bang. Startled, both Logan and Mama Knight twirled on the spot, and Logan let out a large sigh of relief. But suddenly Logan let out the breath quickly, noticing the haunted look in Kendall's eyes, his clothing soaked to the bone
Now Logan was thinking about going into James and Kendall's bedroom, trying to comfort his friend, but other things kept him from walking towards the door, because Carlos was trying to make himself a sandwich, and failing miserably. The kitchen was a mess from letting him create his own sandwich, the ingredients thrown all over the table, the jam jar on its side, the contense dribbling down the side of the table top. Carlos was in complete concentration, his tongue out and to the side to complete the look of concentration etched on his face. Logan stifled a laugh, walking towards Carlos and cleaning up after him. Picking up the jar, the jam had leaked down the side, making Logan's hand sticky. He made a face as he leaned towards the lid
"Hey! I need that!" Carlos complained, snatching the jar from Logan's hand and tipping the rest of the jam in the jar on the sandwich. Logan made a disgusted face, looking away as Carlos picked up a blunt knife that already had jam coated on it, and he used the knife to get the rest of the jam from the jar, clinking the knife against the jar. Before he could use every ounce from the jar, Logan snatched it back, trying to ignore the horrible feeling of the stickiness the jam had on his fingers
"I think you've used enough" Logan commented, slamming the lid onto the top of the jar, looking at Carlos with a smug expression. Carlos pouted looking like a little kid, his arms crossed over his chest
"I love jam, and I'm hungry!" Carlos whined, trying to snatch the jar back, but Logan kept it out of reach from Carlos
"You've used enough, and you've messed up the kitchen" Logan spoke, raising his eyebrows and pointing to the mess. Carlos merely shrugged his shoulders, making one last ditch attempt to get the jar from Logan, but Logan pounded it down in the cupboard, slamming the door forcefully shut and holding his hand on the door of the cupboard. Carlos glared at Logan for a moment, before rolling his eyes and devouring his jam-packed sandwich, the jam oozing from the sides of the bread every time Carlos took a large bite
Adhfr tshf yhs fshihgn" Carlos commented around a large mouthful of his sandwich at James, spraying spit and bits of bread around the room when he spoke. Logan opened his mouth to comment Carlos about finishing the food in his mouth before talking, but instead he threw up his hands in annoyance when James replied to the comment. They talked, well James did mostly, Carlos' words were mumbled through the food he kept putting in his mouth
"I give up" Logan muttered "I'm going to wake up Kendall" Logan spoke, starting towards James' room, but James' voice stopped him
"No need, he's awake" James spoke, but the tone in his voice was worry. Logan didn't bother to ask James what was the matter, because he secretly knew Kendall was still upset about yesterday, and he must have woken up in a bitter mood. Logan was the only one who would approach Kendall when he was really pissed off, because when Kendall was in a bad mood he would often let his mouth and temper do the talking, often saying something that he would regret later on. Logan flinched when he thought that he was the only one who would approach Kendall in a bad mood, because Darcy would too, but she wasn't here. Shaking the thought from his head, Logan gently pushed open the door, not bothering to knock on the door. The curtains were drawn to a close, but Logan could see Kendall's lanky form on the bed, tucked into the covers, the covers pulled right to his chin
"Kendall?" Logan spoke, watching Kendall intently for any movement. For a moment Logan thought that Kendall was still asleep, but he saw the covers move as Kendall shifted, a small groan coming from his lips
"What?" Kendall tried to keep the anger from his tone when he spoke to him, but Logan heard the tone. Worry gripped his stomach, and Logan found himself walking to sit on the edge of the bed
"Are you okay?" Logan questioned, touching Kendall's back and rubbing it in soothing circled, but he felt his back quivering, and immediately Logan's thoughts were that Kendall was getting sick. Pushing his little brother onto his back, Logan's hand shot to Kendall's forehead, brushing away his blond locks and putting his palm against Kendall's forehead. There was no heat radiating from his forehead, puzzling Logan, making his eyebrows knit together
"Are you feeling okay Kendall?" Logan whispered, leaning closer to Kendall when he heard something come from his mouth, but Logan never realised it was a whimper because he was crying. The room was too dark to let Logan see the tears flowing down Kendall's cheeks, but Logan could see right into his eyes, and that's where he saw the sadness and hurt. Logan collected Kendall's shaking form to his chest, slowly rocking to sooth the upset boy
"Shh, it's okay" Logan cooed, still rocking Kendall in his arms and trying to reach into his pocket for his phone without Kendall noticing, but he felt him stiffen in his arms, and almost immediately after feeling this, Logan had to let go of Kendall, because he was squirming in his arms. Pulling away from him, Logan stared at Kendall, dropping his hand from his pocket
"Don't tell anyone" Kendall spoke, wiping at his eyes with the back of his hand and letting out a shaky breath. He looked Logan dead in the eyes, and Logan tried not to flinch under his gaze. Emerald green eyes bared straight into his soul, making Logan feel uncomfortable
"Only if you tell me what's wrong" Logan replied in a serious tone, crossing his arms, straightening his back and staring back at Kendall with as much emotion that Kendall was showing him. Logan hoped that Kendall could see the hurt in his eyes from keeping something from him that kept breaking down Kendall, their leader
"Nothing's wrong Logan" Kendall snapped, rising from the bed and crossing the room in two steps, yanking open the door and searching through the wardrobe. Logan felt anger blossom in his gut, and no matter how much he tried to squash it down, Logan had bounded towards Kendall, twirling him around and punched Kendall hard in the side of his face. Kendall's head snapped to the left from the force of the blow, but almost immediately his eyes looked straight at Logan's, hurt and anger reflecting off his bright green eyes. Logan felt stupid from his move
"What the hell was that for?" Kendall shouted, cupping his stinging cheek
"You're not okay Kendall!" Logan shouted, his previous emotions replaced with anger as Logan squared up to Kendall and getting into his face as much as he could with being shorted than him "you're keeping something from me, from us all. Spit it out!" Logan roared, throwing his hands up in the air and trying not to feel bad when Kendall flinched at his movement. For a moment it was like Kendall would smack Logan back, but he only balled his hands at his side, digging the knuckles into his leg
"I'm upset about the break up with Jo!" Kendall roared back "I'm tired of Gustavo being a horrible manager! I'm sick of the stress from being in a boy band! I'm fed up with Darcy! Is that what you wanted to hear?!" Kendall roared, his voice loosing its power at the end. Logan looked into Kendall eyes, seeing the hurt more now that he had let go of his emotions. But Kendall looked away from Logan, looking anywhere else in the room
"I think you should leave" Kendall whispered, and without another word, Logan ran from the room, and out of the apartment
When he finally stopped running he found himself at the lobby, panting hard and noticing all of the eyes looking at him like he had two heads. Some even looked disgusted at Logan before moving on outside
"Logan!" Camille screamed, running towards him and pulling him into a hug, but he never returned the hug. It was at that moment that Camille must have known that something was wrong with him
"What's up?" Camille questioned immediately, raising her perfect eyebrows and staring at Logan with a scrutinising look that made Logan cringe
"I-I kind of slapped Kendall because he was keeping something from us" Logan blurted out, and immediately he slapped his hands over his mouth, a look of worry crossing his face as he looked into Camille's face. Her eyes had widened, her lips setting into a thin line, and Logan half expected her to slap him
"He's not been himself since the break up with Jo. She really hurt him; she strung him alone and gave him false 'I love yous' so of course he's going to be upset" Camille spoke in a serious tone
"I know, but I wanted him to open up to us and talk about it with us, his brothers" Logan whined, looking at Camille with big eyes. She was not fazed at the look; it seemed to make her angrier
"Have you seen Darcy around?" Camille asked changing the subject, and as Logan opened his mouth to answer, a familiar voice broke the silence
"Dad, I'm fine, stop babying me" Darcy's voice whined, and as Logan looked, she was batting her father's hands away from her face. As she turned around and noticed Logan and Camille looking at her, the smile once occupying her face fell from her mouth. Logan couldn't move his eyes away from Darcy's face, because of all the cuts and bruises littering her face, and he didn't know what had happened to make those appear. He hoped that what he was seeing was fake, that Darcy would rip off all plasters, rub off the make-up showing bruises and smile widely at him, playing a massive trick. She did neither of those things, and Logan wanted to rush towards her to press on a bruise to see if it was real. As he looked at her face, he noticed everything that was unusual about her face that was not meant to be covering Darcy's sweet, innocent face. White plasters were on her forehead, left cheek and the right side of her jaw, standing out against her flushed cheeks. There were small cuts that looked red, but they did not require any plasters on them, because they were small and healing nicely. The bruises were the next thing that Logan noticed; they covered her right cheek, all along the left side of her jaw line and a long line of bruises across her neck. Also on her neck was a large white plaster held there by surgical tape, but Logan flinched as he saw it, imagining the pain that Darcy was probably in because of the big plaster. When Darcy moved her left hand to tuck a strand of hair out of her eyes, Logan's eyes grew larger, his mouth flopping open like a fish out of water. From her fingertips to her elbow was a bandage covering the length of her lower arm, and Logan couldn't take his eyes off the bandage. On her other hand was another large bandage with a small blood stain, but Logan knew that that was probably just an I.V putting painkillers into her system to battle the obvious pain Darcy must have been in. Camille had left his side but Logan never noticed, not until she barrelled into Darcy, almost throwing her off balance. She grimaced with the harsh contact, but melted into her arms like she desperately wanted the contact. Her father, Mike, watched the scene with worry shadowing his eyes from where Logan stood. But before he knew it, Logan had bolted towards Darcy but not hugging her, only grabbing her hand that was wrapped around Camille's small figure and inspected the bandage wrapped around her arm. He felt Darcy try to tug her arm away from him, but she stopped when a hiss of pain came from her gritted teeth. There was no obvious sign of blood on the bandage, but he didn't dare take a look underneath the bandage, because of Mike standing protectively over his daughter, eyeing anyone that got too close
"What happened?" Camille spoke, her voice fading near the end of her sentence because she looked close to bursting into tears. Logan's gaze never moved from Darcy's arm but he heard the sigh
"Come on Darcy" Mike spoke with an annoyed tone, and Logan's head snapped to Mike. His eyes looked furiously at Darcy, begging her to discontinue this conversation and get a move on. But Darcy's eyes looked into her dad's eyes just as furiously when Logan dared a look
"Come on dad, they're just curious" Darcy spoke in a sweet tone, trying to humour her father, but all she received was a grunt
"Remember that they didn't want anything to do with you before" Mike snarled angrily through gritted teeth, venom dripping from his words, but he looked straight at Logan when he spoke the next words "but now they're all over you, just because you turned up hurt" Mike slapped Logan's hands away from Darcy's arm, gripping it in such a tight grip that his knuckles went white with the strain. He completely missed when Darcy flinched under the grip, but she said nothing. Without another word, Mike pulled Darcy away. Logan watched Darcy's small figure leaving the lobby, being dragged harshly by her father. She had to run to keep up with his fast pace, but she said nothing to stop him. Logan felt horrible at that moment, Mike's words repeating through his head in continues waves, hurt and guilt crashing into him as he stared at the stairs to the apartments, where Darcy had left moments ago. Small sobbing was coming from Logan's right, and when he felt like he had his emotions controlled enough, he spared a look at Camille. She was the one crying, sobbing into the heels of her hands as she pressed them hard into her eyes. Her cheeks had gone puffy and red, but as soon as Logan saw how broken Camille looked, he bit the inside of his cheek to stop himself from bursting into tears himself. It was their fault, Kendall, James and Carlos and Logan's fault that Darcy had been pushed away so violently, but they never gave another thought to it. Never thought of Darcy's feelings, because all she had was her father for comfort, when they had each other to depend on, they had never spared her feeling, never putting them into account. He collected Camille into a hug, pressing his nose into her hair and rubbing small circles into her back to sooth her
"A-Are we horrible p-people, Logan?" Camille asked through her tears, burying her face into Logan's shoulder and crying harder. Logan had nothing to say to Camille's question, because the same question had been running through his head when Mike spat those venomous words at him, and he meant every single word. Mike was only trying to protect his daughter from any other harm from anyone, but she had been in an accident, and as soon as he noticed, Logan was terrified for the answer. His mind reeled back to last night, the wailing of police sirens in the background, the sound harsh against the peaceful atmosphere. Mama Knight and Logan had panicked the moment they heard the sirens, thinking that Kendall had been hurt in an accident, and they were waiting for a phone call. Logan had never realised that it could have been anyone else in the incident, his panic settling only for Kendall. Logan couldn't stop Mike's poisonous words from flowing in his mind, making him bite so hard on the inside of his cheek that he drew blood. The copper tang hit him immediately, hitting his tongue and flowing inside his mouth. It was a temporary distraction, because he felt Camille crying into his arms, and it almost set him off again. It was true that he only just cared about Darcy because he had seen her hurt and injured, his doctor sense overpowering his consciousness, his need to help those who needed his help
