Chapter Nine! So, I few chapters ago I promised a new BTR fic, and it's coming, I'm going to finish it right after this one. And I promise to update tons more when I get home. PROMISE!
Here we go with Kendall! Can Carlos and James comfort him?
Disclaimer- I do not own BTR, not the characters, but I do own what's happening to them.
Warning! Rated T for abuse, rape, gay relationships, and violence! (And suicidal thoughts/actions)
(Kendall's POV)
"Kendall, look at me. Look. At. Me." James coaxed, as I shook. I held the blade of the razor dangerously close to my wrist. "Kendall, don't do this."
"Stop this, James!" I snapped back at him. "This is my choice!" I inched the blade closer, and winced with anxiousness.
"Kendall, please. Please. Kendall, Katie will come back. And Logan." He put his hand on my shoulder.
"Go AWAY!" I screamed, my hardest, vibrating the walls as Gustavo does.
"I am NOT going to watch my best friend kill himself. I'll never be able to live with myself." Tears streamed down his perfect cheeks.
I shook it off. "I'm the worst best friend in the world, James," I blubbered, breaking down.
"Kenny, please don't," Carlos cried, wiping his tears on the back of his sleeve. "Kenny I don't wanna watch this! Put the razor down!"
"Then go away, Carlos. You go eat some candy and talk to the Jennifers. Be happier than I am." I bit my lip to fight another wave of tears coming on.
He reached back, and found his 'Best Friends Forever' picture frame. There was a photo of us playing hockey together inside. The sight almost made me smile. Until Carlos brought it up over his head, and then proceeded to smash it down against the bathroom tile. James jumped. I jumped.
He picked up the sharpest shard, and sat down next to me on the edge of the bathtub. "If you do this, I'll do it. I love you too much Kenny." Tears slid down his tanned cheeks. There was something that seemed a lot different about Carlos since Katie was kidnapped. He locked up his helmet more, and sat by himself more.
"Carlos, put the glass down and… go to the pool. Go to your room, Carlos." I muttered, still fighting back an explosive waterfall of tears. The sliced the razor across my arm lightly, only making a scratch mark. I cussed under my breath.
He pushed the shard up against his skin, and screamed out in pain. Blood trickled down his arm, and pooled at his feet. I dropped the blade and jumped to my feet. James sprinted out of the room with the oddest look on his face—distress and anger mixed with sadness and sympathy.
"Mrs. Knight! Mrs. Knight!" He called down the hallway, desperately trying to find my mom. I heard panting, and footsteps, and her normal shrieks as he told her what was going on.
I looked down to Carlos. He was slumped over and his eyes were glassy, but still blinking. I looked to the piece of glass sticking out of his arm.
I was no Logan, but I was pretty sure Carlos hit a vein. I screamed in horror, and pulled out my cell phone. "MOM! MOM! JAMES! JAMES!" I yelled, as they both pushed into the doorway of the tiny bathroom.
"Call nine-one-one," she instructed me, but as soon as my fingers got to the numbers, everything was too overwhelming—Katie gone, Logan gone, Carlos half-dead, the smell of the blood, the screaming, James's worried look, Mom's tearstained cheeks—so, I dropped the phone in the pool of blood, cascading to the floor.
My head hit the side of the bathtub and everything was black. Really black.
Pitch black.
How'd you like it? This chap was very angst-y and really dramatic. I don't think any of you saw Carlos actually… and sorry if it was really graphic.
Here's the guesses for Katie and Logan's kidnapper:
SuperNeos2- Wayne Wayne
OtakuNationYY- Buddha Bob
Not bad, but keep guessing! And Review!
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