A/N:

Hey guys, really sorry for the long wait, my computer had some errors. Btw, thanks a lot for the reviews and follows! And special shoutout to LittleMonkeyDog for constantly long reviews each chapter! Thanks so much!

Anyhoo, warning for this chapter, emotional rollercoasters(at least that's what I think people say it)!

This chapter is dedicated for all you Kogan BROmance lovers, and James' angst lovers! Enjoy!

I don't own BTR!

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Chapter 11

"You. Worthless. Piece. Of. Crap!" Mark yelled, kicking James in the gut with every word. "You're lucky we still need you!" Mark yelled one more time before leaving James in the room and locking the door.

James didn't answer. He didn't care what anyone did to him anymore. How long had he been there since Logan escaped? A few hours? A day? 2 days? He didn't know. He never spoke again since that day. He could if he wanted to, but he won't. Bad- no, scratch that, awful things happened to him. Things he was sure he wouldn't heal from. Honestly, he wished Mark would beat him so bad that he died, like Thomas and Clyde.

"You're lucky we still need you!"

What did Mark need him for? He didn't make him do anything, except for letting the other men… have 'fun'.

Right now, he's laying down on the floor in the previous room which had a bed and stuff, but each movement he made gave him a burning sensation. He hated it.

He wished Logan made it out safely and told the police where he was. Hopefully, he'd be found. He wished that those men in uniforms and guns would burst through that club door in a few seconds.

The door to his room burst open and a man with a gun walked in. He didn't notice at first, but when he looked at the door to see if his wish came true, he sighed. It didn't.

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2 days.

2 days since he left that club, that hellhole. 2 days since he escaped. 2 days since he left James. 2 days since he was reunited. 2 days since he entered the hospital, and 2 days sine he left it.

But in those 2 days, his mental state still didn't change. He's back in 2J, but he won't come out at all. Most of his time, he sat on his bed in his and Kendall's – and now also Carlos' – room, just staring at the wall, thinking. And when he comes out, it's usually when a cop – female cop – needed his statements. But he had only gave her a bit of it, not wanting to think about… that. But he couldn't. He kept asking himself the same questions over and over.

Why did he listen to James? Why didn't he look back? Why did he turn around when it was too late? Why was he scared of strangers, especially men? Why were they even kidnapped?

"Logan?"

Logan snapped out of his thoughts to look at Kendall, who sat down beside him on the bed. "Logan, I'm sorry." He said.

Logan looked at him in disbelief. "You're sorry? For what? Kendall, you don't have to be sorry. None of these is your fault. You got hit, too. You're also a… victim. Don't be sorry." Logan said, softly.

Kendall sighed. "It's not… it's not that. I-I'm sorry I'm not there for you when you needed me. I'm sorry that you had to go through all of that. I'm just… sorry."

Logan sighed, he knew Kendall would still say 'sorry' no matter what he told him, so he decided to change the subject. "What time is it?"

Kendall looked confused for a moment, and realized that Logan was trying to change the subject. He looked down on his watch. "It's… 1.45 p.m. You have an appointment with Doctor Ronald at 2."

Logan looked down. Doctor Ronald was his therapist. After having flashbacks for the past 2 days, everyone decided that he needed to see a doctor, so this was his first time. "Okay, I guess… we should get going?" He asked, a little unsure.

Kendall nodded and walked over to the closet. He took one of Logan's jackets and gave it to him. "Put this on." He said. The bruises on Logan's arms were still visible, so he needed to cover them up.

Logan reached his hand out to grab the jet black jacket when… he gasped.

"Put this on. No comments. Do it quick!" Mark shoved some clothes into Logan's hands before leaving the room with Paul and locking it behind him.

Logan looked down at the clothes. It was black T-shirt, black leather jacket, and black pair of jeans. Why did he need to change his clothes? Then Logan looked down at his own clothes and saw that they were covered in blood. James' blood.

"James." Logan choked out, remembering the horrible memories again. At least it wasn't a flashback.

Kendall knew what was going on, and tried to calm him down. Keyword: Tried. "Logan? Loges, are you okay?" he asked. Logan's eyes widened, it was all too familiar.

"Loges, you okay?" James asked.

"I've been better." Logan said hesitantly.

James wrapped his arms around him and rubbed circles around his back. "Loges, they didn't, you know. They didn't-"

"It was close, James. It was so close. Too close." Logan said, holding onto James as if his life depended on him.

"It's okay now, Logan. I'm here. I won't let them hurt you."

"I know you won't."

"Aw, that's sweet, but we have unfinished business!" Dave said.

Logan quickly re-buckled his belt as James helped him stand up. They backed up and hit a wall. Then, James stood protectively in front of Logan.

All the men smirked really wide and started to walk over to them, ready to start their 'business'.

"No." Logan whimpered. "James, what do we do?" Logan was looking around the bedroom, well, in his mind, he's not there, but in the club.

"Logan? Logan, it's me, Kendall. You're not in there anymore. You're safe, now. You're with me. Okay?" Kendall said, soothingly.

Logan seemed to snap out of it as he looked into Kendall's eyes. "Kendall? Let's just go."

Kendall nodded and let Logan stand up and wear his jacket, before they walked out the door.

Mrs. Knight, Mrs. Mitchell and Mrs. Diamond were talking in the kitchen, well, actually Mrs. Knight and Mrs. Mitchell were trying to cheer Mrs. Diamond up because she was sad because James wasn't found yet. Carlos and Katie were watching TV.

"Mom?" Kendall called. Mrs. Knight stopped talking and looked at her son. "Yes, Kendall? Is something wrong?"

Everything's wrong, mom. Kendall pointed at the clock. "Time to go?"

Mrs. Knight nodded and said something to everyone else, before walking out the door with Kendall and Logan.

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"Drop your weapon!"

James didn't know what was going on, but he was wrong. His wish did come true… one way or another.

Right now, Mark had his grip on James and a gun to his temple while the police were in front of them, guns pointing towards Mark.

James wasn't scared of getting shot or dying. Truth be told, he didn't care. But what he did care about, was what was his mom gonna feel like if she lost him? How about Logan? Or Kendall? Or Carlos or Katie or Mrs. Knight or anyone else? They were the only reasons why he didn't wanna die. Face it, after what happened to him, his life wasn't worth it anymore.

He could faintly hear what Mark and the police were talking about. From his own conclusion, Mark's club was found and the police barged in, and Mark made the situation complicated by taking him hostage.

"I'll kill him! I mean it!" he could hear Mark's shaky voice. It was desperate and nervous. And James could feel Mark starting to shake out of… what? Fear? A man like him, can feel fear? No way, that man doesn't even have a heart. That man deserves to be locked away in prison forever. That man-

His thoughts were cut off when one of the police negotiated with Mark. Then a gunshot was heard, and James fell to the floor.

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Cliffhanger! Yay! Muahahahahaha! I know I said there'll be Kogan bromance, but I didn't see it being fitted in this chapter, so next chapter will have it, or not. Idk. But anyway, was James' part angsty enough for you? I bet it is now!

A little funny something:

That awkward moment when something happened in real life that was similar to what you made in an angsty fanfiction and you're like, "OMG, did I just..?"

Anyway, I wanna hear what you think in a review. Reviews make me update faster, lol, I rarely change when I update. But, reviews are candies, so R&R please!