A/N: I do not own BTR. I wish I did, but… I don't. :(

SO! I'm sorry for not updating in so long, I'm glad you guys liked the last chapter, I feel really proud for writing it. Hahah. Here's another chapter for you guys. Just remember that this is a Rated M story, so there might be sex/violence/whatever you deem "Rated M" in these next chapters. Hope you like it!

"[Review] it, even if you hate it." –Michael Buckley

The afternoon following the incident with my mother, I went home not knowing if I should tell my father. I had no way of know how he'd react if I did tell him. Or what would happen if he somehow found out.

Kendall drove me home after bickering about my safety at home," You don't know how dangerous he is, babe." He argued as he leaned against his car in front of my house.

I stepped towards him and wrapped my arms around his neck hoping the kind gesture would reinforce my words, "I'll be fine. I promise that if anything goes wrong, I'll call you… Or the hospital," I giggled at his fear-ridden face and kissed the soft spot beneath his ear and whispered seductively," I'll call you if there are other problems only you can help with…"

He shuddered slightly and his arms gripped me tighter, pulling our bodies together. My hip brushed against the slowly growing bulge in his jeans, and I kissed down his jaw line, down to his lips before pulling away and half grinning at his flustered expression.

"Okay. I have to go home and do some homework and clean and… Yeah." I rattled off a small portion of the list if things I'd neglected to do while I was hanging out with Kendall. I shuttled between my house and his to help with holiday things over the past few days. Mama Knight was a holiday fiend, decorating almost every inch of her house. Surprisingly, nothing ever looked tacky or over done. Everything was fashionable and perfectly balanced throughout the house. And also, since Thanksgiving was done, and Christmas was the next big thing, Kendall's mom was spending all of her time making sure she got the perfect presents for her children.

"Only you would have homework over Christmas break… Fucking AP Student…" Kendall joked, "Call me if you need me, okay?"

"I will." I replied turning toward my house.

A couple of hours later, in the middle of reading an article for English, I heard my father come in through the garage door. I walked downstairs slowly, not sure of what mood he'd be in. I walked into the kitchen behind him as he reached for a beer can in the fridge. He made no move to greet me except for a small grunt toward my direction as he sipped his beer.

I leaned against the pantry door opposite of the fridge, the two of us standing in the awkward silence. Several moments passed, and the lingering awkwardness became too large to bear. Finally, I broke the silence as I said slowly, "I saw Mom today." I tried to gauge his reaction, looking at him closely, though my mind was begging to look anywhere but.

He sipped his beer, "And?"

I shrugged, "I don't know. She's still with David."

He chuckled darkly, "Of course. That's her baby. She loves him more than she ever loved you."

"She says she wants me to take me with her." I replied, ignoring his comment.

He crushed the can in his hand in a fit of sudden anger and seethed, "No. She can't take you. You're mine. She didn't want you then, why the fuck would she want you now? I bet all she wants from you is money, you're just a meal ticket!" He strode over to me in two steps, grabbed my arm in a vicious grip, and then threw me on the ground.

"You're stupid, and nobody else wants you. You're a whore like your mother. I don't even think that David is my kid. No one will ever love you. "He sent a devastating kick to my stomach, and blackness took over.

I woke up sometime later, on the kitchen floor, a deep, sinking pain in my stomach. I dragged myself up, against the pantry door, trying to regain some kind of balance. I trudged myself over to the downstairs bathroom, feeling the bile rise up in my throat. I bent over the sink and hurled violently into the porcelain. A yellow, brown, and red mix stained the white of the sink and I reached for my phone as more bloodied vomit flooded onto the sink. I pressed 3 shakily on sped dial and placed the phone to my ear.

The phone rang twice before I heard a "hello" on the other end.

I coughed, my voice barely making a sound," Kendall. Please come get me." My body purged more mixture into the sink as my arm struggled to keep the phone next to my ear.

I heard Kendall shuffle around his voice going in and out as he asked, "What's wrong, Maria? Are you okay? I'm coming to get you right now." I heard doors slam and a worried Mama Knight asking where he was going.

"I have to get Maria… Something's wrong." He replied, "Baby, I'll be right there. Stay on with me."

I choked out, "Can't. Arms… Weak." I sputtered more blood out, my body crumpling to the ground. My arm fell to my side, phone resting on the ground. I was swimming in and out of consciousness.

I could barely make out the sounds of a car door slamming, the rev of an engine, and Kendall muttering out worried statements. Something along the lines of "Baby stay with me" was being repeating, somewhat assuring both himself and me that I'll be fine.

My dwindling ability to breathe made the next five minutes seem like a lifetime. I thanked whatever gods and goddesses in the sky that my father was too irresponsible to lock the front door as Kendall burst in.

"Maria?" He called, "Where are you?"

I coughed and wheezed in reply and I heard footsteps nearing the bathroom. He came into view and I tried to smile, I attempted to say to him, "I told you I'd call you." But the tightness in my stomach made it impossible for me to even mutter a coherent thought.

He breathed a sigh of relief before bending down, "Oh baby. We're gonna get you help. We'll get you to a doctor."

I shook my head; I couldn't lie about this one to the doctors, "No. No hospitals…" A thought came to mind, or rather, a person, "Logan. Get Logan. He'll help."

"No, we have to-"

"Please. Logan…" I begged, no matter what happened to me, my father was still my father, and I didn't want him to get into trouble.

He pulled his cell phone out after a moment and dialed, "Logan. I need your help. Come to my house. It's urgent. Please." He nodded at Logan's reply, then hung up.

Kendall then wrapped my arms around his neck and picked me up like a small child. I felt as vulnerable as one, that's for sure. He shut the door behind us, and set me down into the passenger seat, fighting to keep consciousness. The only thing my mind could grasp was his warm hand wrapped around mine. When we finally reached his house, I was rushed inside where Logan and Mama Knight were waiting.

"What happened?" Logan asked, alarmed.

Kendall set me down on the nearest couch, shaking his head, "I don't know. She's hurt."

I coughed, "Father… kicked my stomach… blood in sink…" I was overcome with a violent fit of coughing, and I could taste the bile and blood rising in my throat. Kendall sat next to me on the couch, my head in his lap. He smoothed my hair comfortingly, but looked at Logan with worry.

Logan began assessing my injury, mumbling medical terms to himself, his brain clearly cranking out a solution to make me feel better," Internal injury, internal bleeding… Need to heal the wound quickly…"

"Is she going to be alright?" Kendall almost yelled.

Logan snapped out of his reverie and looked at Kendall, "Yes. She should. We need to try to heal the cut in her stomach. She needs serraptse enzyme, to dissolve the tissue. Lots of Vitamin E&C to help heal the injured surface… Get her some water right now."

Kendall gently placed a pillow under my head before scurrying off into the kitchen. He came back after a moment and was with me again. I sipped carefully, scared that my body would reject it. The water slid down my throat, comfort emanating from Kendall's hand and the cold liquid. I closed my eyes and let the water slip a little worry away. Mama Knight was on the phone in the other room finding which pharmacies sold serraptse enzyme. I heard Katie come down the stairs and towards where Kendall, Logan, and I were staying, but Mama Knight immediately sent her back to her room, most likely so she wouldn't have to see my like this. She's still so young, I wouldn't know how to explain to her what had happened.

Then, the water hit the wrong spot in my throat and I started sputtering bloody water into the glass, "Oh shit. I'm sorry, I-"my croaked words were cut off by the bile rising in my throat. I spit into the cup some more, unable to control the movement in my throat.

It continued like this for several hours until Mama Knight found the things I needed to feel better. And after I threw up everything that could possibly be in my stomach, I cleaned my face and washed my mouth out of the disgusting taste. I looked at Kendall miserably through the mirror of his bathroom and he stepped towards me. He wrapped his arms around my hips, hands resting near my butt. I snuggled my head into his shoulder and cried quietly. It seemed like I was crying a lot, lately. But I guess that's what happens when you keep everything inside for too long. Kendall was a person that I felt that I can be real with, someone I can share with my emotions with, without the fear of him judging me.

He brought his hands to the back of my knees and hooked my legs around his waist. For the second time today, I felt like a kid. Not that it was a bad thing, I had grown up so fast; it felt good to be cared for. He walked us to his bedroom, placing kisses to my face in an attempt to stop my tears. He laid us down on his bed shushing me quietly, bringing me into his chest. I slowly fell asleep in the comfort of his arms, knowing that they were a place that meant I was safe.