Chapter 13: Endangered

Logan got out of Kendall's car and waved to his friend as he drove away. He watched briefly as the car drove down the street before walking towards his door. The only thing going through his mind was how great his first date went. He had an amazing time, he felt a great connection with Camille and he even got his first kiss. Right now Logan was happier than he had ever been his entire life. He was on the verge of having a girlfriend, he finally had someone in his life that he can call his best friend, and his dad was trying very hard to change his old habits, but little did Logan know that right behind the door he stood in front of held a future he was not ready to witness.

Kendall waved goodbye to Logan as he drove down the street and back towards his house. He couldn't help but feel happy for Logan. This was a great change of pace for his friend. Kendall admired Logan for being the way he was. Having seen everything Logan has been through Kendall was surprised by how well Logan always handles certain situations with ease. This night was exactly something Logan and Kendall needed a good change of pace. Kendall could see that by the end of the night Logan had felt something he never felt in a long time, happiness.

Kendall learned in the short period of time that he knew Logan that he had to grow up too fast. Logan had to become an adult to take care of his father when he needed him most, and Logan lost out on being a kid. He wasn't able to make friends, go out on dates, or even just be a normal kid. But instead he had to be there for his alcoholic, abusive father and take care of him. It wasn't that Kendall pitied Logan for this fact, and was only being his friend to be nice, it was the opposite. Kendall saw a kid his own age just struggling to let people truly see who he was. He felt a strong friendship with Logan from the beginning, even when Logan tried to hide his life from everyone around him. And their friendship got even stronger when Logan was there to witness Kendall's life take a spiral, although it was nothing compared to what Logan went through, it was nice to have someone who understood.

Kendall couldn't help but be happy to have a true friend for once, and not someone who was only friends with him because they had to be. Kendall would do anything to keep Logan in his life, even if that meant revealing the secret he promised to keep that crushed him every time he thought about it. Some people say promises are meant to be broken, but this one could save or destroy a friendship.

Logan pulled his key out of his pocket and unlocked the door. As he turned the key he heard the sound of shattering glass come from somewhere in the house. He turned the doorknob and walked inside his house and felt his heart crush with sadness. His nose was assaulted with the all too familiar stench of alcohol, and saw broken furniture and objects scattered all over the floor. There was on item which caught his attention; reaching down Logan picked up a burned picture which once showed a smiling trio of people: a once young happy, married couple with their young child in their arms. This was Logan's favorite picture, and now the edges all around it were black and most of it was on the floor in ashes.

Taking a step back Logan dropped the picture and could hear the shakiness in his breathing. He went over and slowly closed the front door before carefully walking through the house to find the person responsible for the destruction of the house. He stepped over broken chairs, destroyed tables, shattered glass, and lost memories. He stood in the doorway of the kitchen and saw his father passes out with his head on the table, an empty bottle of beer in his hand and several broken bottles on the ground. Logan wiped away the tears that flooded his vision before going over to his dad.

He slowly and nervously reached out and placed a hand on his dad's back, but as he saw his father clearly his hand froze right before touching him. His dad was covered in cuts; his hands were bleeding from fresh cut wounds, some of his fingers were red and burned, and his face covered in blood. Logan looked to the broken glass on the table and saw blood covering the sharp edges. Logan let out a breath filled with anxiety and fear as his had continues towards his dad as it met his back. Logan let out a silent sigh when he felt his dad's unsteady breathing before reaching out and grabbing the empty beer bottle in his hand. Despite the fact that his dad was asleep, his grip on the bottle was unbreakable. When Logan pulled the bottle in the air, his dad's hand went up with it, which caused the man to wake up with a startle, dilated eyes narrowing on Logan's face. Logan looked back into his father's face and saw that all too familiar look of anger and rage plastered on his face.

Kendall was almost home when he stopped at a red light and heard a phone vibrating. Pulling his phone out of his pocket he gave a confused look when he realized his phone didn't make the noise. A second later he heard it again, but coming from the seat next to him. Reaching over he picked up Logan's phone from the floor of the car and saw a text from Camille. If there was one thing that Logan was perfect at, it was misplacing things. Kendall remembered when Logan forgot his textbook at the café, and Kendall brought it to Logan's house to be greeted by Logan's father. This definitely wasn't something new to Kendall.

As the light turned green Kendall made a turn and headed back to Logan's house knowing that he would want his phone back, especially seeing who was texting him. But Kendall knew better than to drop by unexpected, for all he knew the Mitchell's were probably asleep. Pulling towards the curb, Kendall parked his car before pulling out his own phone and calling Logan's home number. After a few rings the line went dead and was replaced by a numerous dial tones. Kendall's suspicion got the better of him when he felt as if someone purposely disconnected the phone. Kendall's mind went into overdrive thinking of what might possibly be happening at the Mitchell residence as he quickly threw his phone on him lap and pulled back onto the street heading towards Logan's house.

Logan quickly let go of the bottle and stepped backwards in anticipation for what was to come. This scenario was something Logan has been through too many times to count as his dad proceeded towards him.

"What the hell do you think you doing?" Greg said, his words slurring.

"Nothing Dad, please stop, don't hurt me. You were doing so well," Logan said nervously, his back hitting the counter behind him, telling him there was nowhere else to retreat to.

"No I wasn't. I need to drink, because I can't take this shit anymore. And you need to learn not to get in the way," Greg said, his words forming better with the anger in his voice. He clenched the bottle in his hand before putting his arm up and throwing it straight at his son's face. Logan ducked quickly, hearing the glass shatter against the wall behind him before running past his drunken father.

Greg quickly followed his son, but both stopped when the phone started to ring. There was only one phone in the house, and Greg knew he needed to get to it first. Fortunately for him it was nearby as he grabbed it and saw that Logan had tried to go for it. Greg grabbed the wireless phone, along with the receiver it sat in, and pulled it from the wall, wire hanging down from it and threw it at Logan, who wasn't quick enough this time as it smashed into his arms covering his face.

Logan staggered backwards, tripping over a broken table, landing on the floor. Logan looked up and saw his father's figure hovering over him, casting a gloomy shadow caused by a dim lamp in the opposite corner of the room. Logan scrambled backwards on his back until he hit a wall behind him. Greg reached down and a fist full of Logan's shirt and hauled him to his feet. Greg slammed Logan against the wall, producing a groan of pain from the teen. Moving his hands onto Logan's shoulder, Greg smashed Logan's head and upper back against the wall. Logan slumped half unconsciously against the wall after Greg let go causing Logan to slide down the wall.

Logan felt the dizziness overcome him as he tried to crawl away, but was dragged backwards by his foot and flipped over. Greg kicked Logan in the stomach causing the teen to curl up in agony. Greg grabbed Logan by the back of the head and lifted him up until he was on his knees. In a swift motion, Greg smacked Logan across the face with the back of his hand.

"I will not let some weak ass kid try to tell me how to live my life!" Greg yelled as he dragged Logan towards the closet and threw him inside, locking the door. Logan kicked a the door trying to break out.

Kendall sped down the streets not caring if the cops pulled him over, because worry got the better of him. He had no proof that anything bad was happening to Logan, but his instinct told him otherwise. If there was no one home or if they missed the phone then it would go straight to voicemail; but the phone went right from ringing to being disconnected, and that just didn't seem normal.

Kendall made it back to the Mitchell residence in record time and jumped out of the car running towards the door. Trying to peer through the window was not easy. The curtain blocked most of his view and there was barely any light coming from a lamp in the corner. But just then he saw a full grown man slightly hunched over moving towards a door. A few seconds later he heard banging come from said door.

Gripping the doorknob, Kendall went to push against the door, but felt the resistance from the lock. He moved quickly towards the back door, in hopes that it would be open. As he ran he dialed three numbers on his phone and waited for a response.

"Police Department; How may I assist you?" The female voice said on the other line.

"Yes, my friend is in trouble, his dad is attacking him, I need help," Kendall said as he ran around the house.

"Okay sir, where are you," The voice said, trying to keep Kendall calm.

"22 Spring Street; Please hurry!" Kendall said, heading towards the back door.

"Okay, police are on their way," The lady said as Kendall hung up, and opened the door.

Greg moved from the closet door and was in his room when Kendall entered the house. Not caring about making noise, he headed straight towards the door he saw Mr. Mitchell at. Once again he was faced with a locked door, but this time he wasn't going to let it stop him. Grabbing a broken piece of wood from the remnants of a table he hacked away at the door frame where the door knob kept the door locked. Surprisingly after about 20 hits the lock broke free and he swung the door open to see Logan huddled against the wall.

"Holy shit! Logan, are you okay?" Kendall said, getting on one knee in front of his friend. He put on hand on his shoulder while lightly tapping Logan's face to wake him up.

Disoriented, Logan opened his eyes and looked up at Kendall, "Kendall? Get out of here!" Logan said, weakly pushing Kendall away.

"No Logan, I need to get you out of here," Kendall said as he helped Logan to his feet and attempted to lead his towards the front door. As they made it through the living room they were almost home free when Mr. Mitchell emerged from his room, staggering drunk, looking even more angry than usual.

"What the hell? Get out of my house!" Greg said as he advanced towards the teens. Kendall backed up, pushing Logan behind him and then onto the couch when Greg sung a punch in his direction. Kendall moved out of the way, but not in enough time to dodge the second assault, as a fist met the side of Kendall's face. Kendall lunged at Greg, and nearly sent him to the ground, but was thrown off by the stronger man.

Kendall landed in the broken pile of wood from the table and looked up to see Logan half unconsciously trying to get up and help, and Greg move towards him. The next second seemed to slow down as the front door was kicked in and several police officers ran in and retained Greg and put handcuffs on him.

Paramedics came in and loaded Logan on a stretcher and rolled him to and ambulance a Kendall stood outside and told the police his story. Logan was in the ambulance as he watched on officer put his handcuffed father in the back seat and drove away. Logan felt his massive headache overwhelm him as Kendall emerged into the ambulance before feeling the vehicle rush down the street.

The last images in Logan's mind weren't ones that that he ever wanted to see, but now they would most likely be the cause of many nightmares. Kendall, he was the one who saved him numerous times, and now he was the one who Logan blamed.

For almost half his life, Logan's life has been endangered, and he had dealt with it for the longest time, and now it was over… But not the way he wanted it to be over.

A/N: Wow, that was difficult to write mainly because I had a lot of writer's block. But somehow I managed and I finished. Keep on the lookout for Chapter 14 sometime tomorrow and 15 should be up by Wednesday at the latest.