Chapter Eleven
Kendall had never felt so much pain in his entire life. He had been stabbed in the side, and now he had been beaten up. But what hurt worse was the fact that he felt like he wasn't being himself when he was taken from the cell. Instead of fighting back like he usually would try, he just allowed himself to be dragged out of the cell. If Logan had been awake, or if it was just Logan himself, he would have said that it was a good thing that he didn't struggle, it would have kept them from killing them there.
But what was the point?
He wasn't Kendall Knight if he wasn't doing anything to try and protect him and his friend. And Carlos has to watch the whole thing; him and James being beaten up, and couldn't do anything about it or they would be killed.
He wasn't going to say it out loud, but he had been there for a few days, and he was already starting to lose faith in being found. If this same thing had happened to Dak and no one knows where he went, how would anyone know what happened to them?
Kendall tried not to move much as he lay down on his cot. His whole body hurt, and he had a hand clamped to his side where he had been stabbed. It burned like fire every time he moved, and he was sure that it was going to get infected soon, no matter how many times his captors had changed the bandage.
The next morning, as the boys were eating breakfast, he knew that something was up. As the footsteps of their captors neared, he could hear them talking quietly, sounding like they were arguing with each other.
"Get him, the blonde one," Leila stated as she and Sam appeared outside of his and James' cell. "And the tall brunette, they need extensive medical attention."
"How do you propose that you're going to get them to a hospital without them being recognized?" Sam shot back, sarcastically.
"I have a plan, just do your job." Leila replied. "Start with the blonde one; he won't put up a fight. When I come back, bring me the brunette."
"Alright," Sam unlocked the cell and walked in, dragging Kendall to his feet.
Kendall let out a yelp of pain and tried not to sink to his knees. Sam hoisted him up the best he could and walked him out of the cell, locking it behind him. Leila then grabbed onto Kendall's upper arm and walked him over to the showers. She then grabbed a washcloth that had been soaking in the sink and started to wipe dried blood off of his face and arms.
"Hm, you're a cute one," Leila stated as she started to check his stomach and chest. There was a lot of bruising. "Maybe once this is all done, we could go out sometime?" She giggled to herself before grabbing a towel and drying him off. "Alright, bend over the sink."
Kendall did as he was told, having to place his knees on the ground, just to be able to fit. Leila reached under the sink and grabbed a box of colored hair dye. Kendall looked at it out of the corner of his eye. Apparently he was going to have his blonde hair turned to a dark brown.
Leila noticed his look and smiled as she started to unpack the box. "We can't get you to the hospital and be recognized, now can we?"
Logan wondered how long it was going to take for him and his friends to be rescued. In his rational mind, it wouldn't take long. There were many people in the PalmWoods the day that they were taken (he couldn't even remember when that was, a couple of days maybe) so one of them should have seen something. There's no way that you could take four teenage boys from their apartment, after having drugged them, and walk right out the front door of the Palm Woods and not have anyone see them.
He lifted his head as he continued eating his breakfast. Carlos was sitting on his cot, looking like everything was normal. But Logan could tell that having watched his friends be beaten up the night before was killing him inside. The light had faded from his eyes, and he wasn't even trying to keep their spirits up anymore. Figuratively, Logan could see that he had lost his will to fight. He hadn't heard James or talked him since he himself was taken and beaten up (before Kendall and James were) but he knew that he couldn't be in good shape.
If he felt as bad as Logan did, he knew that they were all in trouble.
For once, the smartest one of the group didn't know what to do.
Carlos ate his breakfast quietly. He didn't want to bring any attention to himself, in case they would come in and start beating them up again. He wouldn't be able to take it. Having to actually sit there and watch Kendall and James and not be able to do anything about it…they had definitely done their research
"Carlos! Psst…Carlos."
Carlos lifted his head and locked eyes with Logan. Logan looked confused, he hadn't said anything, and neither had James, so where was the voice coming from? They looked around the cells, their eyes had adjusted to the poor light a while ago, and they could see a figure crouched down low, holding onto the bars of the cell.
"Logan, James."
"James!" Carlos whispered, getting to his feet. He stood up on the bench and looked through the hole in the wall and saw James lying down on his cot on the side, his food untouched. "James, James, come here."
James slowly lifted his head, turning it so he could look at Carlos. Carlos wasn't sure if James was actually going to move, or if he even had the strength to, but like Kendall, he didn't like to show weakness, so he got to his feet and shuffled over to the bench on his side of the cell and climbed up onto it to look through it.
Carlos stepped down and turned to Logan. "Maybe it's Kendall…"
"No," Logan shook his head. "They would have brought him back to the cell." He slowly approached the figure. "Who's there?"
"It's me." The voice replied.
Carlos thought for a moment, trying to recognize the voice. He knew that he had heard it somewhere before. He then let out a loud gasp and hurried over to the person, crouching down as well to get a good look at his face.
"Dak?"
A/N: Sorry guys, I HAD to have this chapter focus solely on the guys. The next one will focus solely on the others to make up for it. I hope that you guys enjoyed the chapter. What do you think of them changing the boys' appearance so they can get some treatment at the hospital, but still keep them captive? Please give some constructive criticism, I would like to make this the best that I can and your reviews will help. I'm also trying to get back into making these chapters longer, so expect the next one to be about 2000-3000 words.
Sorry I didn't show James, I couldn't think of anything that I could write for him that would be different from the way that Kendall's and Carlos' thoughts were going. I might put a small scene about him in the next chapter to make up for it. I hope that you guys liked the twist at the end though, I was thinking of bring in Dak later, but I realized that it would be better if I brought him in now and then drawed it out as long as I could.
Warning for next chapter: language
I'll update again soon.
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-Riles