Kendall's P.O.V.

"Kendall you need to go home to your family. Logan…just go Kendall." I shook my head slowly on the wood of the table and James sighed. "I know Logan did something…pretty shitty…"

"James." Carlos sighed and I heard Jessie cough form her room. "Go check on our baby so I can talk to Kendall and give him sound advice." I looked up and James stood up walked to Carlos and kissed his cheek before walking out of the dining room and out into their living room. "Kendall don't you think if Logan wanted to leave you and the kids he would have done it by now?" I sat back in the chair and groaned. "And no…you didn't kill his dreams. You are his dream."

"Could you be any cheesier?" He chuckled and I sat up.

"I can go with you. Well me James and Jessie. We can distract the kids." I smiled and looked at my watch. I had been gone for a few hours and there had been no calls or texts from Logan. I sighed and stood up nodding.

I waited for them to get Jessie ready, making sure she was bundled up tight. She had caught a cold and wasn't miserable but Carlos being the overprotective stress ball made sure she was warm and happy. I decided to just drive them over with me. When I did get home suddenly I didn't want to be here. I took the keys out of the ignition but just sat there. James sighed form the back and Carlos lightly shoved me. I groaned but got out any way. I walked them up the front walk way but stopped halfway there. I could hear two kids crying. I had been gone form almost 4 hours and they were still crying. I was…the worst father ever.

"It's alright Kendall…you can do this. Your kids will always love you." James patted my back and I sighed and nodded. I walked up to the door and slowly pushed it open. The cries got louder and I hated myself more and more.

"Daddy!" They screamed it in unisons and crashed into my legs. I was expecting to see Logan sitting with them trying to calm them down but he wasn't in the living room. Which is weird. He would never leave our precious kids crying their eyes out. Just not Logan. "Daddy!" I kneeled down and pulled them into my body.

"I'm so sorry I left babies." Matthew was sobbing the hardest and it was worrying me that Logan wasn't with them. "Where's your papa?" Emma pushed off my shoulder and wiped her eyes but did the hiccup thing and sobbed out one last time, before calming down.

"He left daddy." I heard Matthew cry harder into my shoulder and rubbed his back.

"What do you mean baby?" She sighed hard and looked over my head. James and Carlos moved from behind me and sat on the couch, Jessie fast asleep in James's arms.

"We fell asleep daddy, after you left." A hard pang went through my chest. "But when me and Mattie woke up he was gone daddy."

"We-we looked every where daddy…papa left us…did-did we do something wrong?" Matthew was looking up at me hopeful and I cupped his face with both hands letting Emma cling to my shirt.

"You didn't do anything wrong Matthew." He nodded and pushed into me. I wrapped and arm aroudn both of them and carefully picker them up. "Logan?" I kind of shouted it and both kids clutched onto my shirt tighter. I glanced at Carlos who stood up and reached for the kids. I handed him Emma first who seemed calmed down and went into Carlos arms quickly. I walked into the kitchen, Matthew not ready to let go but stopped. The kitchen looked a mess. Like someone went through it, trying to find something. I walked in slowly and saw a broken frame on the ground in the middle. I bent don't still holding Matthew and flipped the frame over. It was a very old picture. Logan and I were probably…15. It was taken the day we left Minnesota to go to L.A. to be pop stars. We were dating by then and I had my arms around him and he was looking up at me frowning. He hated that I was throwing our relationship in front of his parents face because they still were his parents. But I couldn't help myself. I loved that man.

"Kendall?" I stood up holding the frame and realized I was crying. I turned and saw James looking at the picture frame.

"He left me…" I felt the frame slip form my hands making it crash to the ground again. Matthew jumped in my arms, but grabbed ahold of me tighter. "He left our kids…" I could feel Matthew slipping form my arms and James lunged forward grabbing him. He set him on the ground and bent down.

"Can you go sit with uncle Carlos while your dad and I make some lunch?" Matthew nodded and I fell to the side crashing into the fridge as he walked out. I slid down, hitting my butt hard on the floor and James came over ot me. He put a hand on my shoulder and sighed.

"I'm…I'm sorry Kendall." I looked at him but my vision was blurry from the tears. "I know…this is hard, and you feel heartbroken, but you have two kids out there that need their dad. Right now, okay?" I heard a sob come out of my mouth but didn't even know I was making noises. I felt my head nod and he grabbed my arm, picking me up. I held onto him, but wiped my eyes. He patted my back and sighed. "This isn't like Logan. I'm going to call him okay?" I could only nod again and as he walked me out I noticed a glass container on the counter by the sink. It wasn't one of ours. I pushed off James who sighed. I walked to the glass casserole dish and scrunched my eyebrows.. "Kendall…"

"This isn't ours." I turned to him showing him the glass and he shrugged his shoulders. I thought if I tried explaining it to him, I'd sound insane so instead I walked out past him, setting the glass back down and walked out into the living room. Carlos had Matthew in his arms, asleep sucking his thumb. Emma had her eyes glued to the TV and I quickly walked past them. As I walked up the stairs I heard a door open next door, and something inside my head snapped and made me walk back down and go to my own front door. When I steeped out I saw Tim standing over his small little garden. I walked over to him.

"Hey Tim." He stood and turned, smiling.

"Kendal…" He stooped and turned serious. I probably looked like a mess but not as bad as he was about to look. "Whoa, is everything alright? You don't look very good."

"Well…Logan and I got in a fight. He left the kids alone, crying their eyes out." Tim's face looked like eh cared but no way was I about to buy his bullshit. "Did you see him leave?" He put his hands his pockets and sighed out.

"I've been inside all day. I haven't really gotten off the couch yet until just now. One of those days you know?" He smiled but I stayed stone faced. "Have you tried calling him?"

"No…not yet, but I guarantee the next time I see him, he's getting an ear full." He stopped looking sorry for me, and his face turned to confusion. "I mean…what kind of father leaves his children to just fend for themselves, you know? Seems pretty shitty to me. Maybe I made a mistake with him."

"Logan is the best guy on this planet and you're a fucking moron for thinking that." We both went quiet and his face turned worried. I knew I'd get him to break.

"You have a thing for my husband?" He swallowed hard and I stepped towards him. "If I find out you did anything to him…I swear to God…I will kill you." A smile crept on his face and I clenched my fists.

"Kendall…do you really think it's wise to talk to me like that? I mean…I know more secrets about you that would make your friends hate you. And Logan." I smiled back and quickly pulled out my hone. I dialed 911 and his smile faded. "What are you doing?"

"I need to report a murderer. He's my next door neighbor and I've seen a body in his basement." He laughed in my face and I heard someone behind me. The operator said she would have police out here right away and I hung up. Tim smiled wide and looked over my shoulder.

"Hello James."

"Kendall…" I turned and James walked to us. "What are you doing? That's a serious accusation."

"I'm not accusing him of shit. I've seen it James."

"No, no Kendall. I think you should listen to James. Police don't respond well to false accusations." I clenched my fists and he shrugged his shoulders. "But I guess that's probably why Logan left. Or it might have something to do with you being a washed up pop star who can't provide for his family." He feel to ground hard and I lowered my fist.

"Kendall! Jesus Christ!" James pushed me back a little and I saw a cop car pull up. Tim stood up and spit out blood right in front of my feet. The cop walked ot us and glared at Tim's mouth.

"Alright what's the problem here?"

"This sick fuck has a body in his chest freezer and I saw him burying something in his backyard. He also had a naked picture of my husband." The cop sighed and turned to Tim.

"Can I check in your basement sir?" Tim nodded and motioned to his house. The cop walked in and I followed quick. Tim led the way down and turned on the light for us. When we got down however there was no blood on the ground. Hell there was no chest freezer. I glanced around and couldn't believe there was nothing there. "Sir I don't see a chest freezer." I turned to Tim and he shrugged his shoulders.

"I have no idea what he was talking about officer. I don't usually come down here. And I don't think I buried anything in my backyard." The cop sighed and turned back to me. He grabbed his radio on his shoulder and pushed a button.

"This is Richards. We have a false alarm on the body." He let go and shook his head. "Next time you think you have a big emergency like this…make sure its right." He turned and walked up the steps and I followed quick.

"My husband is missing." When we got to the top the cop turned to me eyebrows raised.

"How long?" I swallowed hard and looked down.

"An hour, maybe." Another irritated sigh form the cop and I walked to him. "Sir please…"

"We don't have missing persons unless it has been 24 hours. Call us then. Sorry to waste your time sir." Tim smiled and shook the guys hand. I couldn't believe what I was seeing or hearing. Tim walked me and the cop out and James was on the phone pacing on the grass outside. The cop got in his car and speed off.

"Kendall…I'm sorry your husband left you, and I'm sorry if I ever made you think of me as a weird or a bad guy. If you want I can help you look for Logan." He walked to me and I backed up.

"stay the hell away from me." He sighed and nodded before walking into his house.