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So I had this totally different outcome to this story that I thought would be brilliant, but then I realised, I don't want everybody to hate me, and I couldn't do it. I mean it's a really twisted ending. I have also decided I am not willing to end my masterpiece just yet haha.

I am sorry if this is a fail chapter. I am full on intoxicated, and I even put a few haha's in the story, before I deleted them, realising it wasn't appropriate haha.

Chapter Fourteen and onnnn

If there is one thing anyone should learn from life, is, not to take anything for granted. One day it could all be gone. One day, everything can just slip through your fingers and you will have so many regrets that you think your heart might possibly fall out of your chest. You will regret not getting to know that one person that you should've known all along.

Jett Stetson stared down the barrel of a gun. His stomach churned and he couldn't decide if he wanted to vomit or cry more. It was this moment, that he truly realised he didn't have any friends, and he felt like his entire life was a failure.

Blue eyes looked up the barrel of the gun held directly to his face, and straight into the eyes of an evil psychopath. His pale hands were handcuffed behind himself, and he had no idea how he would escape from them.

He let out a low growl of frustration and confusion, a dull thumping in his head, and, he was sure, a dark bruise forming on his forehead. This bastard was going to pay for marring his perfect skin.

"You can't have him," the voice was muffled, face covered by a balaclava.

"Why would I want him? Why should you have him?" he realised instantly who the person was talking about, remembering his circumstances before he was captured. McDonalds with Kendall. He remembered what Katie had sent him to do. Find, protect and discover. Well, that was what he thought anyway.

"He's mine. Not yours. You don't deserve him. You disrespect him. You treat him like dirt. You are a loser,"

Jett stiffened at the insult, and then thought about what was truly said. He would play the game, to get Kendall and himself safe, wherever Kendall was.

"He's mine; I deserve him a lot more than you do. I don't stalk him; I don't harass him like you do. I protect him, I make him stronger. If anyone deserves him, it's me. Where is he?"

The eyes narrowed. The gun shook.

Jett could feel the bile rising in his throat. He was sure it was about to projectile all over his assailant. Hopefully that would make him lower the weapon.

"Somewhere you will never find,"

He felt himself shiver at those words. Felt the fear Kendall must've been feeling for over a week, course through his veins. The boy was a lot stronger than he had ever given him credit for.

"He doesn't deserve this, he really doesn't. He's amazing and you are destroying him!" Jett realised he was actually hysterical, and this wasn't a game, he was no longer just trying to escape, he was trying to save Kendall's life as well as his own.

"I would never destroy him. KENDALL LOVES ME!"

He flinched back away from the scream, the gun wavering away from his face, the finger still dangerously close to the trigger.

"Are you going to kill me?" Jett suddenly asked, blinking up at the eyes. He had never felt fear in his life before this.

"Why? You will never find Kendall," the voice was shaky, and didn't seem as in control as before.

"Maybe so, but I would like to get back to my apartment and sleep. It's getting late after all and I need my beauty sleep,"

He really wanted to know where Kendall was, wanted to know how he was going to get the two of them out of this predicament. He also wanted to know how he was really dragged into this. How he was tied up, in a dark, dank little room, with no escape and a gun pressed to his face. He felt fear at even breathing.

Kendall was obviously a lot stronger than he appeared, to be able to suffer through this psychopath's cruelty. He would've shaken his head, if it weren't for that blasted weapon.

His heart was in his mouth as the weapon was drawn back, the stalker then brought the gun down on Jett's head, and the last thing he remembered was maliciousness and a gunshot.

"Oh, God! He's lost so much blood," he recognised the voice. For some strange reason he recognised the voice, and knew something was drastically wrong. He struggled to open his eyes. He fluttered his lids, and light hit him blindingly. Flinching back, he let out a groan.

"Who….?" He managed to utter.

"Logan," the voice responded.

"What? Where am I?" he managed to propel himself into a seated position.

"By the pools at Palm Woods," Logan said. "What happened Jett? You have a bullet? The ambulance is on it's way,"

"Ohh," he moaned, before remembrance dawned.

"The stalker has Kendall!" he exclaimed, before falling backwards, the pain getting too much.

"Is it fatal?" he asked Logan. The other boy laughed, a slightly bitter laugh.

"No, thank God. It's just superficial. Did the stalker do this?" he asked.

"Mmm," Jett groaned.

Logan let out a half laugh, half sob.

"So, the stalker has Kendall?"

"I don't know. He wasn't in the same room as me, but the stalker was saying that we would never have Kendall back, that we would never find him,"

He could hear the sirens wailing in the distance, getting closer. Knew he would be alright, but fearing for Kendall, despite, not knowing him as well as he should.

He had missed out on an incredible friendship.

Dark room, no wall. Hands tied behind him. No escape. He let out a weak groan.

A door opened, and a blade flashed in the pale light let in.

He tried to scuttle backwards.

His back was already pressed against the wall.