A/N: Before I get into anything I want to say something. I understand this story is on a very sensitive subject and it may be uncomfortable to read for some of you, especially where it's about some of our favorite men in the world ;) lol..but I can't change the story line. I understand if you have to stop reading if anything gets to be too much for you, but it would ruin the whole plan I have for this if I all of a sudden made Logan's parents love him and start caring for him. Like I said before, I would never make it so that ANYONE died in this story. So don't worry! I'm not that insane :) Anyways…
Thank you to the guest reviewer "Logan" for giving me such sweet reviews on this story and on PB&J. You should make an account so I can PM you to thank you properly whenever you review! I always want to reply to your reviews like I do the other ones!
Also, how many of you were surprised about Kendall being in Logan's basement? Will Logan find out where he is before it's too late? :o
Disclaimer: Don't own Kogan (seeing how the other guys aren't really in this much)
I know that scream belonged to Kendall last night. I just know it. Which means Kendall is nearby. Probably closer than I think. I've been walking around on eggshells all morning because I don't know what's gonna set my mother off and I definitely don't want her taking anything out on Kendall.
"You'll be walking today," my mother said as she left the house. I looked out of the living room window and saw my dad's car already gone.
"Great," I said to myself. "Better pack some extra clothes to change in to. It's pouring outside." I went upstairs to grab some extra shorts and a t-shirt. "Oh, I need an umbrella." I pondered about where this habit of talking to myself came from as I went downstairs. I walked towards the basement to grab an umbrella from the hook on the door. But the hook was gone. And it had been replaced but a lock. Weird.
"Mom?" I said, looking at the strange lock. She didn't answer me. "Oh yeah, she went outside." I ran to the living room window. "Mom, where are the umbrellas?" I know she could hear me; she just wants me to go out in the rain to ask her. Whatever, I'll fall for her trap this time. I went outside and knocked on her car door. She rolled down the window.
"What?" she asked.
"Where are the umbrellas?" I asked. This water was cold and I was already soaked.
"Ugh, do you really need one, Logan? You're fine to me," she said.
"I really would like one," I said. She shut off her car and got out, using one of her umbrellas. So, she needs one, but I'm considered fine. Lovely.
"Just wait here spoiled," she said to me. She unlocked the basement door and entered, closing the door behind her. I walked closer to the door and opened it.
"Mom, I could have gotten it. You didn't have to come all this way. You could have just given me the key," I said.
"Get upstairs!" I heard her voice yell to me. I walked down a couple of steps.
"Just tell me where they are mom, and I'll grab one. You can go off to work before you're late," I said. I'm trying to help her, but I'm only hurting myself.
"Get upstairs now! Get upstairs now!" she yelled again. I flinched at her tone and turned to go upstairs. She came at me with an umbrella.
"Whoa," I said, stumbling up a step.
"Take it and go! Just get out! I don't want to see your face when I get up there. You better be gone!" I ran up the stairs as fast as I could. It's like I could feel her body chasing me up the stairs even though she stayed behind down there. I gathered my extra clothes and stuffed them in my backpack. Almost falling down the stairs, I ran out the front door and up the street. I didn't stop running until I knew for sure that she couldn't get me. Then I stopped to catch my breath.
"Phew," I said. "That was so weird."
(Later)
I went to the gym locker room so I could change into my dry clothes. Even though I used the umbrella, I still got pretty wet from running. I overheard a conversation as I was putting my wet clothes in my bag.
"Yeah, dude he's been missing since yesterday," one kid said. I acted like I was packing my bag still even though I was done. I just didn't want to be accused of eavesdropping. Even though I totally was.
"I know, I got the call last night," the other kid said. "It said if we see or hear anything we should notify the police." What call? I didn't get a call yesterday. Or maybe I did and my mother didn't tell me. Why would she though? This is her fault. I should tell somebody. But if I do, she'll hurt him. My head started to hurt.
"Are you guys talking about Kendall?" I asked walking over. I hung my backpack around one shoulder to try to blend in. I only made myself look awkward.
"Yeah. There's a missing person's report filed for him," the first kid said. "There are flyers hanging up all over the place." He pointed behind me and I turned around to see a flyer with Kendall's face on it. I walked over to it and just stared. It made me so sad. To know that my mother is the cause of everyone's distress. I just wish I knew where he was. If I ever found out, maybe I could do something without my mother knowing. The two boys followed me.
"I hear later the cops are going door to door in his neighborhood to see if anyone's seen or heard anything," the other kid said. I gulped hard.
"Really? Like, every house?" I asked. Both boys nodded.
"And what if they don't get any leads? What will happen then?" I asked.
"Who knows?" the other boy said. "Maybe do interviews in the school? Call some kids down. Hard to say though. This never happened at our school before."
"Yeah, everyone knows everybody here," the first boy added in. "Which is why it's so weird that no one's found him yet." I start to feel that guilty feeling again. Oh how I wish I could just confide in these boys and tell them everything. But who knows what they would do? They probably turn me in for not saying anything about my mother. Doesn't that make me an accomplice though? I try not to think about it and I walk out of the gym locker room towards my locker and I shove my bag in there. I really just don't know what to do.
(Later)
All of the thinking from today has given me a headache. The thought of actually being considered a criminal just because I know that my mother is behind all of this makes me sick. I don't know what she's doing though. Or what she did do. I stop my thoughts from continuing. I grab my lunch tray and make my way around the buffet. I don't even feel like eating but as I always say, you never know when your next meal will be. I grab a salad and a cup of strawberries, and milk. As I walk over to Kendall's usual table I feel a very depressing vibe. Everyone here seems worried.
"Hey Logan," pretty much everybody said to me as I sat down.
"Hi," I said. I didn't really talk much during lunch. I just kind of picked at my food. The whole lunchroom was quiet. Well, I mean there was chatter, but nothing like the usual clamors. The somewhat-silence was interrupted by Assistant Principal Prestes' voice over the intercom. They're letting school out early because of the Tropical Storm. I looked out the window and noticed the torrential rail we were getting slammed with. Walking home in that should be fun. I looked around the lunchroom for Blenny. Whenever I felt anxious he always seemed to calm me down. Probably because he's so weird and is always entertaining with his ability to constantly talk on a whim. I couldn't find him though. Probably getting his head flushed in a toilet again.
(Later)
I'm not even gonna tell you about how it was walking home because it was just awful. I left my shoes on the porch because I don't want them dripping in the house. Same with my backpack. I changed out of my newly wet clothes and dropped them in the hamper with my other wet clothes. I looked in the mirror in the bathroom and stared. I could kind of see the cuts I made. I try not to think of it. It will only give me the urge. I knocked on my mother's bedroom door and didn't get an answer. Even though her car isn't here, you can never be so sure. I opened my mother's door slowly and stepped inside. It's cool in here. Even in this weather, she still has the air conditioning on. I can feel the goosebumps forming on my arms and legs.
"I just need a shirt," I said to myself. I opened my father's drawers and looked for a large shirt to put on. I grabbed the first one I could get my hands on and I closed the drawer and made sure I didn't leave any crumbs from my socks or anything on the floor. My mother would decapitate me.
I sat in the living room in my father's chair. I liked being defiant when my parents weren't home. My father's shirt was long enough on me to cover my wounds. I saw my mother's car pull up and I started to panic. She definitely saw me in my father's chair. I ran up the stairs and flew myself onto my bed. I wrapped myself in my blanket and covered my body up to my neck. I heard the front door slam shut and I heard footsteps coming my way.
"Logan?" my mother asked.
"Yes mom?" I replied.
"Were you downstairs at all?" she asked me.
"Yeah. I'm sorry mom. I just needed to rest. I sat in dad's chair, but only for about a minute I promise!" I said. She didn't get mad at me though.
"Okay. Just stay up here okay?" she asked me. And she left. What? That was it? I got up and went to the top of the staircase.
"Wait mom? Can I get something to eat?" I asked.
"Yes but make it quick," she said irritated. I flew down the stairs and opened the fridge. I wanted to take my time, but I can feel my mom watching me. I decided to get a pudding cup. I love pudding.
"Mom, can I have pudding?" I asked.
"Yeah, whatever," she said. "Just get upstairs." She was leaning on the basement door.
"Okay, thanks mom," I said. I grabbed a spoon and went upstairs. Pudding is great. I like tapioca pudding the best. Although I wonder what the little beads are. Maybe it's best not to know. I tried to make the pudding last but it's just too good. I gulped it down in like five bites. I placed the empty pudding cup on my desk and stared at Kendall's house. I really hope he's okay wherever he is. Then that scream happened again. My heart stopped. That was too close by. Suddenly everything was coming back to me. My mother stopped me from going in the basement, she said she could do anything to Kendall at any given moment if I misbehave, she didn't care that I was in my dad's shirt sitting in my dad's chair, and she was leaning on the basement door waiting for me to go back upstairs. I barged out of my room and down the stairs. I think my feet only touched one stair. I tried to rip open the basement door but it was locked from the other side. I kicked the door repeatedly and screamed horrible things at my mother. I heard another one of those blood-curdling Kendall screams. I ran from the living room and slammed into the basement door. After the sixth try the door broke off its hinge and I went tumbling down the steps. I hurt myself really bad, but I tried not to show it as I stood up. My mother was standing by a table with a bunch of tools in her hand. Her face was one I've never seen before.
"Excuse me?" she asked me.
"Where's Kendall?" I demanded.
"I don't know this person you speak of," my mother said condescendingly. She walked towards me, as if to usher me back upstairs. I wouldn't budge though. She put her hands on me and tried to push me back towards the stairs.
"No, don't touch me," I said. I avoided her and really hurt myself in the process. Still, I ran over to the table and yanked the blanket off. Underneath was Kendall, and I couldn't control the loud cry that left my mouth. The look in his eyes was one of pure fright and pain, but a tiny bit of relief. I got lost in those beautiful eyes of his and my mother hit me with a cheap shot to the back of my knee. I went down. And I couldn't get my body to get back up. I felt my mother's foot on my back and I yelped out in pain. She kicked me hard in the side and the impact sent me rolling into some empty paint cans.
"Stay where you are or I'll kill you both," my mother said. This was the craziest I've seen her. She was a completely different person. Still, I figured enough was enough and I stayed still. I didn't want Kendall to get hurt any longer. My back was facing her and Kendall and his screams increased. I couldn't turn around though. I didn't want to see what she was doing to him. It seemed like hours of his screams when by when my mother hit me over the head with something hard. Like a chair. Then everything went black.