Hey, everyone!

Once again this chapter came out later then I wanted it to :/.

Warning: There are some flashbacks that include drinking and self-harm. I tried to make them as non-graphic as possible.

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James remembered the first time he'd had his first drink.

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James walked down the stairs tiredly. Why was he up so early again? It was a weekend after all.

When he walked into the kitchen he was met with the sight of his Mother packing up every ounce of liquor in the kitchen into a huge box.

"Um…" He started as he raised an eyebrow.

Brooke Diamond looked at him a little startled from the random voice, but then when she realized who it came from she greeted James with a smile. "Morning, honey!" She said sounding more cheerful then she had in a long time. James wondered if she was faking it.

"What are you…what is all…?" James trailed off and settled for gesturing to the box.

"This is going to be an alcohol free house from this day forward," Brooke Diamond announced with a proud voice. She packaged another bottle of whisky and James raised an eyebrow; just how much liquor did his Dad have stashed?

"Well…that's…great, Mom." James told her. To be honest at this point despite how horrible it sounded he almost wanted to forget about his Dad's existence.

Brooke sighed and looked into James's hazel eyes sadly. "Look, honey, this isn't going to be easy. But I'm going to make it work for us, okay?" She smiled sweetly. James nodded and gave her his best fake smile, which she returned just as fake.

She sighed and looked at the box and then back to the torn apart kitchen. "I can't even believe-." She started rambling as she turned her back to James to search some more.

That's when James truly looked at the contents of the box.

Why did his Dad love these drinks so much? His Dad sometimes wouldn't even come home at night because he'd be out drinking. What was so great about these drinks?

Curiosity got the better of him as he looked from his rambling Mother to the box that sat in front of him. He might not have another chance to find out…

As quickly as he could he snatched a bottle of Whisky and hid it behind his back as he rambled to his Mother something about going upstairs to take a shower. She didn't even seem to notice as he raced up the stairs and locked himself in the bathroom.

His Mother left shortly after to remove the alcohol and to go see some friends. James stayed locked up in the bathroom the whole time as he burned his throat with something his Dad loved more than him.

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James also remembered the first time he'd ever self-harmed.

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James sighed as he got out of the steaming shower. His whole body was bright red and the bathroom was almost too smoked up to see. James didn't really care, he had to have a warm shower. Cold showers=Unhappy James.

He wiped the mirror clear of fog and sadly looked at his reflection. Normally, he had to be honest; he loved looking at his reflection. James knew he wasn't unattractive. But right now he was miserable and looking at himself only seemed to make things worse.

What didn't his Dad like?

James felt the tears well up in his eyes and the foggy bathroom seemed to get even worse as if it was suffocating him. He wouldn't cry again. He had to stop thinking at it…but how…

A thought reached James's mind. In his current state it didn't seem like a terrible idea either. His Mother was home which meant he probably couldn't drink, but there was another option. People as upset as he was did it all the time, right?

James searched through his cabinets until he found what he was looking for. A razor blade.

He bit his lip as he thought this over. If he cut on his arms people would be bound to find out. He wore short sleeves all the time. So he removed his towel from around his waist and put the blade up to his upper thigh and closed his eyes as he pushed down.

Ironically? It was his Dad's razor.

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Despite the funny movie playing on TV and all of his friends' kind gestures that's all James could think about. The two stupidest things he'd ever done. He still remembered the day his Mother caught him self-harming…which led to him admitting to drinking.

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James drunkenly continued cutting as tears rolled down his cheeks. His Mom was out at a business meeting and he'd probably be passed out on his bed before she got home, right? Wrong.

James was too focused on what he was doing to hear the footsteps coming up the stairs. But for one terrifying moment, he did hear his bedroom door creak open as he froze.

"James, honey, the business meeting ended ea-." Brooke Diamond froze as she saw what was going on. "Oh…Oh my…"

"M-M-Mom," James choked out before drunkenly laughing for no reason. Nothing was funny about this, nothing at all. But James was too wasted at that point to care.

"James, oh James, baby," She ran over to him and pried the razor out of his hand and quickly ran him into the bathroom. "Why are you doing this, James?" She asked. But deep down she knew.

"Why didn't Dad like me?" James asked simply and that's when Brooke smelled the liquor on her son's breath and gasped in shock. Why would he be drinking? He was so young! Who drinks this young! How did he even get alcohol?

"Oh, James," She sobbed out as she tried to stop the bleeding on her son's legs. "James, he l-lov- He-He," She couldn't even get the words out because it was such a lie. Her ex husband didn't love anyone.

Brooke Diamond watched as her son sobbed brokenly mumbling on and on how his Dad didn't like him. How he wanted to know what his Dad felt like. How he stole the bottle of whisky and then how he wanted the pain to go away.

Brooke at that moment felt like the worst Mother in the whole world.

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Brooke quickly worked to find her son a therapist, someone who would help him so he wouldn't end up like his Dad.

But somehow even after all Brooke saw of her husband she was beginning to think James might end up like him after all. That knowledge tore James apart.

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"You okay?" Carlos whispered to James. Carlos noticed how James wasn't even watching the movie, just staring into space.

"Huh? Oh, yeah, dandy." James responded. Right as Carlos was about to ask James more questions and possibly drive James insane the door opened up to reveal Mrs. Knight and Katie.

"Hi, boys," Mrs. Knight said with a tired smile. "We got here in record time-."

"Mom cut off at least four people and sped the whole way." Katie informed them and Mrs. Knight glared at her.

"It wasn't speeding," Mrs. Knight defended. "It was…creative driving. Which you should never do."

"Hi, Mom." Kendall grumbled, a little unhappy his Mother hadn't trusted them after all to handle it.

Mrs. Knight sighed and looked at the boys. All of them looked exhausted, especially James. She'd straighten things out with Kendall later. Right now she had to talk to James.

"Boys and Katie, could you give myself and James a moment please?"

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Hawk reviewed the information he was about to send to the bloggers for the tenth time. He had to make sure everything was laid out perfectly. He honestly didn't care if it became obvious that James' old therapist was the one who gave him the information. Then at least no one would suspect him. It wasn't his problem that she was going to lose her job. He actually almost found the thought a little bit funny.

He truly was sick.

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Brooke Diamond was fuming. Why did her son do this to the family? To himself? This was one of the most heartless, narcissistic publicity stunts she'd ever heard of.

Well if James wanted publicity, fine, he was going to get it. But she was going to be the one to put the next story out there.

So, a bit of a cliff hanger :P.

I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! I'll try to put the next one out soon!