Kendall's P.O.V.
I couldn't get my hands to stop shaking. Or sweating for that matter. Call me crazy but I took that as a sign to stop what I was doing and just go back to my party with my amazing and trusting husband and two beautiful precious kids. Just drop this whole thing and accept the fact maybe he was just nice, like Logan said. But these thoughts didn't stop me from opening the side window to Tim's house and pull myself in. Why this guy never locked up his house was a mystery to me. His house was dark and I couldn't see two inches in front of me. Luckily I grabbed a flashlight form the house before leaving. I pulled it out of my pocket and clicked it on quick. I flashed it onto the floor down below the window and quickly hoped down. I quickly walked to the other side of the living room and sneakily hid behind the wall and peeked over at my house. I saw James by the window and he had his thumb up but wasn't looking at me. I sighed and turned back to the living room.
His house seemed smaller than ours but was built the same way. I saw the opening for the kitchen area and walked to it quickly. I shined the light around everywhere and didn't spot anything unusual. I moved down into the hall and glared at the still close door. I tried opening it again but it was locked and I didn't have the key still. I took that as a lost and walked down the rest of the hall. All I needed was some kind of proof...anything at this point to show Logan this guy was a sick fuck. I walked to the room next to the locked one and stepped in.
There was a distinct smell…almost like bleach. I stepped in and shined the flashlight on the desk in the corner. I walked to it and saw two very large and messy stacks of paper. I looked at the top two but they didn't seem important. Just bills it looked like. I turned and saw a small bed on the other side of the room but that was about it. I walked out and went right into the room across form the one I was just in. This one was pretty much empty except one box in the far corner. I walked to it, and kneeled down next to it. I saw on the side of the box "basement" and went to open it but saw the tape over it. I was not going to chance opening it and waste time on nothing. I was curious to know why the box said basement, but wasn't in the basement. I stood up and quickly walked out of the room.
I made my way to the basement when I saw a picture on the kitchen counter. It wasn't in a frame or anything, just sitting there, by itself. When I picked it up, I felt a pang of…anger? Maybe even sadness? It was a picture of Logan. My sweet Logan and he was nude. He had just got out of the shower and was trying to find something to wear. I remember this because it happened just yesterday. I quickly picked up the photo and folded it, slipping in my back pocket. As I walked to the door to the basement, my phone started buzzing and I jumped. I pulled it out quick and saw a text form James.
"Hurry your ass up. Logan is getting curious and this fucking perv keeps trying to talk to the kids. Get back quick."
I didn't answer instead put my phone back in my pocket and made my way down to the basement.
If it was dark upstairs, the basement was ten times darker. I carefully stepped down the stairs and with each step a very nasty smell got worse and worse. I covered my nose quick with my arm and stepped off the last stair. I turned on the flashlight and shined it in the left corner. Nothing. I moved it slowly across the room, only seeing floor and wall. There was nothing down there. Except for a chest freezer in the right corner, humming quietly. As much as I didn't want to see what was in there, I had too. I walked to it, still covering my mouth. I kept the light on freezer and wasn't watching where I was stepping. I heard a splash when my foot hit the ground and looked down quick. I almost screamed. I was standing in a puddle of blood. I saw a slight trail of blood leading up to the freezer and stepped out of the blood, walked around it to the freezer. I sighed out hard and slowly lifted the top. When the top hit the wall behind it, I peered in slowly and brought the light up slower. The first thing the light shinned on was a face. Frozen, It made me lose my balance and I fell back dropping the light. It broke. My hands caught my fall and I heard a small snap in my left wrist. I jumped up quick and blindly tried to find the stairs. My shins found them first and I quietly cussed out rubbing them as I walked up the stairs.
I made it out of the house, without any more injuries. I managed to take off my shoes so I wouldn't drag the blood through his house and when I jumped back out the window I realized I forgot the flashlight in the basement. I was alright with forgetting that. I ran back to my car, parked down the street out of view and quickly got back in. When I was in, door locked, I sat back and ran my hands through my hair.
So the information I gathered was, Tim did in fact have it out for my husband, taking pictures of him naked. He had way too many secrets that scared the hell out of me and had a body in his chest freezer down in his basement. Was that enough to go to the cops with? And what about Logan? Do I tell him what I did, in hopes he didn't explode and try to kill me? Should I even tell James? This was just a little too heavy for me, and until I actually got to know the guy, even though I wasn't a fan of the idea, I wouldn't be able to know what to do.
I drove down tot eh closest gas station and managed to clean my shoes without looking to suspicious. I wiped my ass which was covered in dirt and some blood but thankfully my pants were black and no one would notice. My wrist was definitely sprained or even broken and I tried to ignore the pain. I walked into the gas station pulling out my phone and text James telling him in on the way home. I got a bag of ice, as promised and got back in my car quickly. I needed to get my wrist checked out and I needed to make up an excuse to Logan as to why it was hurt.
When I parked into the driveway. I got out quickly before checking myself in the side mirror to make sure I didn't look too suspicious. I walked in the house, the kids trying to bob for apples and only James noticing me walk in. he looked me up and down to make sure I was alright. I nodded at him and he nodded back sighing out. Logan looked up, from taking a picture of Matthew with an apple in his mouth and smiled wide at me.
"Hi baby! We were going to wait but the kids wanted these apples so bad." I smiled big and walked to him kissing his cheek.
"Sorry it was really busy at the store. Last minute candy shopping." He nodded and I walked into the kitchen tossing the bag of ice in the freezer. I backed up and ran into the pantry door and closed my eyes putting my head back. I heard the footsteps and knew it was James.
"Hey…" I looked up and sighed. James walked to me setting his beer bottle on the counter next to me. "Everything alright?" I shook my head and reached in my back pocket.
"I found this." We were both whispering and when I took the picture out, unfolded it and put it under his nose. He looked away quick and breathed out hard. "This was taken yesterday James." I folded it back up and put it in my back pocket again.
"That's it Kendall. You need to call the police."
"Call the police for what?" We both turned quick and watched Tim walk in. I had to use every ounce of strength not to knock this guy to the ground and start strangling him.
"Well Tim…" James stood kind of in front of me and I was grateful for him. "Someone is harassing Kendall, and it just keeps getting worse."
"Oh yeah…that's what Logan was saying." Just hearing him say Logan's name pissed me off bad. I clenched my fist but quickly gasped out in pain. They both turned to me and I rubbed my wrist. "Oh wow Kendall…you need to get the looked at. Did something happen?" I glared at him and James looked very worriedly at me.
"Uhm…I must have twisted it…"
"Twisted what?" Again we all turned and Logan walked in, holding Matthew who was munching at an apple.
"Kendall hurt his wrist." I glared at Tim again and Logan quickly put Matthew down and walked to me. He gently grabbed my arm and looked at my wrist.
"I think you sprained it. What happened?" I just shrugged my shoulders and Logan sighed. "Can you guys watch the kids? I'm going to wrap this up." Logan wrapped an arm around my waist and pushed me out of the kitchen.
He walked me into our bedroom and shut the door. I said nothing just walked into the master bathroom. My head was pounding. My wrist was on fire. My whole body was aching, for no reason really. Logan walked in, not in his costume anymore and pushed me to the bathtub. I sat on the edge and raised my wrist while my other hand held my head. I looked at the tile and listened to Logan move around. When I saw his white socks I looked up and watched him sit on the closed toilet. He had an ace bandage in his hand and sighed gently taking my hand.
"You think this is because of playing with the kids? You did fall yesterday…" I smiled. Perfect excuse. I nodded and he smiled small. "You and Matthew get so funny together. It's really adorable." I smiled and he carefully started wrapping my wrist. "Kendall…I need to tell you something." I sat up and only looked at him. He glanced up at my face but quickly looked back down at my wrist. "Today…when I went over with Emma to invite Tim…" Oh no…that was all I could think of. "Emma, went off to play around his house and he…" He sighed and closed his eyes still wrapping my wrist. "He put his hand on my knee…and pushed it down in between my legs." I tensed up, angry. But not at Logan. "And then…he kissed me." He stopped moving and looked up at me. "I promise you Kendall, I didn't kiss him back and I got up as fast as I could. That's why when I came home I was so upset…please don't be mad at me." He didn't even have to ask me. I pulled him in quick and hugged him tight. His arms wrapped around my body and he put his face in my neck. "I should have told you Kendall…I'm sorry." I let my unhurt hand run through his hair and kissed the top of his head.
"I'm not mad babe…I'm not…mad." He pushed into me deeper and laid his head on my chest. "I think we should have him leave…before I try to kill him." He nodded against me and pulled away picking up the wrap and finishing wrapping it. I could see the two tears he shed, afraid I was going to lose my mind. I wiped them away with my free hand and he smiled small.