Haunted Justice

Disclaimer: I do not own anything or anybody from Big Time Rush. I just own Andrew and the plot.

"I'm often silent when I'm screaming inside." ~Unknown

Chapter Ten

The Quiet Scream

When Carlos woke up, his head was pounding. He desperately wanted to back to sleep, where he had no headache and the room didn't spin like crazy. Carlos closed his eyes, pleading for sleep to come. Instead of sleep, his headache pounded inside his skull more and more.

That's how Carlos found himself stumbling to the kitchen for an aspirin. He entered the kitchen to find it empty, much to his relief. He heard murmurs coming from the boys' workroom and decided to head there after he gulped down the tiny pill.

Neither James nor Kendall looked up from their work when Carlos entered the room. James didn't even want to make eye contact with Carlos. Kendall informed him that Carlos had drunk himself to sleep last night in the bathroom. James felt guilty for not knowing Carlos was drinking. He also felt guilty for not telling Carlos or Kendall about his encounter with Ford last night. He could have taken Ford down by himself, yet didn't. How could he be such an idiot?

Kendall was focusing on the warehouse by the piers. He knew Carlos had entered the room, but Kendall couldn't bring himself to look at Carlos. It was Kendall's fault for Carlos's drinking. He was putting to much pressure on James and Carlos to find Ford. Logan breathing down on Kendall's neck, and Kendall just wanted Logan to disappear till he could find Ford.

"Can you pass me that pen next to you James?" Carlos asked.

James picked up the blue ball point pen and passed it to Carlos, avoiding all eye contact with the Latino. He hoped Carlos would notice he was trying to avoid is gaze.

"Something wrong James?" Carlos said.

James knew he would have to face Carlos to convince him he was fine. James tore his eyes away from his map and looked at Carlos. James looked Carlos right in his eyes. He would have to be a mighty good liar to convince him he was fine.

"I'm fine Carlos." James said, looking Carlos hard in the eye.

"You sure? You don't look ok."

James didn't respond. He was too busy looking at Carlos's eyes. The seemed to pleading for help. It was like the old Carlos was trapped in there, screaming for help. James knew Carlos wouldn't admit to needing help for his drinking, but James could see the quiet scream in his eyes. And it killed James to have to see that.

"James? Are you sure you're ok?" Carlos asked.

"Just stressed out." James responded.

"Then let if off your chest. Were all friends here, so let it out."

That caught Kendall's attention.

"Yeah, James, why are you so stressed? Let it out." Kendall said, curiosity sparking.

"Fine, but if were going to be sharing our feelings like a couple of twelve year old girls at a sleepover, then you two share too." James said.

"Deal. Now just let whatever is stressing you out off your little twelve year old chest James, excuse me, Jamie." Kendall teased while smirking.

James took a deep breath, preparing for Kendall's reaction to what he was about to share.

"Last night, when I ran to the pier, Ford was there."

James watched as Carlos's face drained of all color and Kendall's became redder than Rudolph's nose when he was leading Santa's sleigh.

"You. Saw. Ford?" Kendall said between deep breathes.

"Yes. He threw me and we exchanged some words. I didn't dare fight him without backup." James said.

Kendall jumped out his seat and charged at James and Carlos threw himself across the table, taking Kendall's punch.

Carlos fell to the floor, trying to get his breath back. Kendall's fist hit his stomach, knocking the wind out of him.

"Carlos…" Kendall trailed off, shocked that he had hurt the Latino again.

Carlos waved his hand to signal he was ok. Kendall turned back towards James, his blue eyes wild. James jumped out of his seat and backed up towards the wall, hands raised in innocence.

"Let me explain Kendall. Just give me a few minutes. That's all I ask for." James said.

"Your time has started." Kendall stated, anger burning in his eyes.

"After Carlos told us about Logan's body, I ran to nowhere in particular. I found myself at the one of the piers. Someone threw me across the pier and it was Ford. He tried to taunt me with about the discovery of Logan's body and his death, but I told him he will never know who Logan is or what friendship is. Then he called me pretty boy and I laughed hard, knowing Ford wouldn't be able to take it. He punched me and told me we won't ever find him. Then you called and I told him we would find me and he was going to lose. Then I left him on the pier speechless." James said quickly.

Kendall lowered his fist and ran to the papers he was working on a few minutes ago. He threw papers all over till he found the paper containing a layout of all the piers and warehouses by the water.

"What pier were you on James?" Kendall asked.

"Uh, pier five." James said confused.

Kendall ran his finger by pier five and traced it back to the main road.

"Ford would have had to seen you run by from one of the warehouses. He has to be in Warehouse twenty, twenty-one, twenty- two, twenty- three, or twenty-four." Kendall said, hope sparking inside him.

"Kendall are you sure?" James said approaching Kendall.

"Positive! James, we found him. We finally found him." Kendall whispered.

"Kendall, I don't want you to get your hopes up. He could have been stalking me on my run."

"James, this is the closest we have gotten in years to finding Ford. We may never get another chance."

James could see yet another quiet scream. This time in Kendall's eyes. They were screaming at him to help him find Ford. And Kendall was right, this was the closest they ever gotten.

"Ok, let's go. But we bring defense and if we see Ford, we call the police right away."

Have the boys really found Ford? Well you won't know till next chapter. Anyways, this story has a few more chapters left than the sequel will picked up where this story ended. And the sequel is going to be named Dominoes.

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