AN: I just realized what a review whore I sounded on my last author's note. Oh well what's done is done, I hope that didn't make anyone dislike me. I'll just make it up to you with this update and the coming chapters. Like I promised, the storm has arrived. Been a busy week so I'm sorry for the delay. Lost of stuff happened both good and bad. Might also be busy next week since a friend came to visit from Cali and he can only stay for a bit. Like always, please drop a review to tell me your thoughts about the chapter or the story itself. I appreciate that. Now on with the story.

Logan felt exhausted, carrying a platter of food above shoulder level for hours. His arms are beginning to tire and have gone stiff. Furthermore, serving the guests at this party was mentally exhausting with their high demands and need for proper etiquette. He needed a well-deserved break. He could always call Kendall, James, or Carlos for company but another round of endless questions, non-stop eating, and distracting flirtation was not what he needed right now. So, he ventured alone to the edge of the venue where there was least amount of guest and least amount of possibility of guests requesting assistance. He figured that the party was drawing to a close and people are starting to leave, so guest won't be asking for food and he'll feel less guilty taking a break.

He sighed in relief when he finally lowered the tray to a decent level, relieving his arms of the burden that threatened to amputate it if it went on further. He continued to bathe in the solitude, taking the silence and the lack of demanding rich people. It also gave him time to reflect and be thankful for the good fortune that he landed himself on, the amazing people he met, the great job he had, a roof over his head, and the delicious meals, all thanks to the one person he loved the most.

He got a good 10 minutes of silence and relaxation before he was interrupted by a tap on the shoulder. He inwardly groaned when his relaxation was cut short, but it was his job. Instead of expressing his annoyance and exhaustion on the outside with a frown and a glare, Logan flashed a smile and fake enthusiasm to the guest that requested his attention.

"Can I help you sir?" Logan politely asked the stranger.

The man flashed a dazzling model like quality smile towards Logan. "Nothing, maybe just some company," replied the guy. "And don't call me sir, it looks like we're the same age."

"Okay, maybe some company would be nice," agreed Logan. "So what are you here for?" inquired Logan.

"That's the thing, I didn't want to come today. I'm just here because of my parents," he explained.

"Ahhh, so you're here by force and I'm guessing you're bored?" asked Logan.

"Pretty much, not too many people my age at this party," he added.

"That sounds like Kendall," smirked Logan.

"You know Kendall?" he asked.

"Yeah," said Logan.

"How?" he asked.

"He's my-" began Logan but stopped to contemplate whether to reveal his relationship with a stranger. Now that Logan thought about it, he was sure that the only people that know about his and Kendall's relationship were James and Carlos. Kendall never hinted anything about telling his family or any other people, so he decided to keep it concealed for now. "-friend. He's my friend," finished Logan.

"Just a friend?" pressed on the stranger noticing the slight pause.

"Yup, just a friend," repeated Logan half-heartedly.

"If you're friends, why are you serving and he's out there socializing?"

"It's complicated," sighed Logan.

"Well, if you were my friend, I wouldn't leave you here by yourself even if you're serving," said the guy.

"Well, James and Carlos we're actually tailing me the whole time I was working which was getting annoying. Then, Kendall joined us but had to leave. He wanted me to stay put but I had to get back to work and now I'm taking a break," explained Logan.

"Sorry for disturbing you on your break," said the guy.

"No it's fine," reassured Logan.

"I never actually got your name," stated the stranger.

"It's Logan, and yours?" Logan asked.

"I'm Jett," said Jett, extending a hand to Logan.

Logan stood there frozen still holding on to the tray. Jett, the very person that Kendall warned him about, was standing there in front of him. Even worse, Logan actually had a conversation with him, when Kendall specifically warned him not too. Logan wasn't to blame though, he didn't know the guy's appearance and front what the three described him as, the person standing there didn't act similar. He was actually polite. However, Logan knew Kendall was serious about his warning to stay away from Jett. That was the first time Kendall sounded humorless and deadpan about anything and so he trusted his word. He needed to get away but stealthily, so he won't raise suspicion from Jett. He told a quick lie, hoping Jett would buy it.

"Um…I should probably get to work," lied Logan unconvincingly. "It was nice to meet you," he said attempting to leave.

Before Logan could leave, Jett made a grip for Logan's wrist preventing him from leaving.

"Why? It doesn't look like people need food anymore and we were having such a nice conversation," said Jett, tightening his grip.

Logan winced a little from the pain. "I need to start helping with the cleanup," tried Logan again, trying to yank his wrist free while balancing the tray in his other hand.

"Isn't it a little too early for clean up? There's still guest," said Jett, still holding a death grip on Logan's wrist.

"I really have to go," desperately said Logan, "and you're hurting my wrist," he complained, another jerk of his hand.

"So, Kendall told you about me huh," said Jett but more to himself. "What did your little boyfriend say about me?" asked Jett pulling Logan closer. "I assume he didn't show you what I looked like seeing as how you actually talked to me. I figure once you saw me, you would've ran back to your bushy brows of a boyfriend" insulted Jett.

Logan's eye's widened in fear. Jett knew their secret. But how? he thought.

"Yes, I know your little secret. I pegged Kendall as an idiot but a fag? This was a shocker," said Jett, feigning a surprised expression in a mocking way.

"Don't you dare call Kendall stupid, a fag, or any other names. He's a much better person than are or will ever be," spat back Logan, distorting his face with anger. "And he told me to stay away from you," cried Logan, shoving Jett away from him causing the platter to fall on the ground. He was successful. Logan broke free from Jett's grasps but not for long. Jett made another grab for Logan, pinning both of Logan's arm behind his back.

Logan flailed and jerked but stopped when Jett twisted his arm, sending a jolt of pain. He groaned from the pain. Feeling helpless, Logan attempted to scream for help.

"HELP, HE-" he yelled but Jett quickly caught on and covered his mouth, silencing Logan's cry for help.

"Feisty aren't we," grinned Jett. "Why don't we go somewhere more private," he whispered feeling Logan's body tremble from his voice.

Logan continued to struggle and scream muffled cries for help as he was dragged away.

-Page Break-

After searching for a bit and with no such luck the three regrouped at their starting point for a status report. Kendall was beginning to get frustrated from the results of their search.

In the beginning, James convinced Kendall that Logan might be alright and that he was only around here somewhere doing his job. But after checking with the other workers and investigating every inch of the reserved venue area without seeing a sign of the shorter brunette, Kendall's panic made a U-turn and collided with him head on at top speed. The feeling was not just with Kendall, the two also felt it. And with no means of communication with Logan, the anxiety doubled.

"Where else is there?" asked Kendall, pacing back and forth in front of the two, grabbing a chunk of his hair in frustration, his other hand balled into a first so tight, his knuckles were turning white. "Where could he be? We've looked everywhere."

"Maybe he's not here," said Carlos.

"He has to be here," retorted James.

"I meant, he may not be just in the area that Kendall's parents reserved," explained Carlos. "There are other buildings, gardens and other open areas in the back but not as luxurious and spacious as this one. Whoever took Logan might have taken him there," added Carlos.

"I did see other buildings on the way here but what I don't get is who would've done this," stated James. "I'm sure we're the only one that knows about you two, aren't we?" questioned James.

"Yeah, I haven't told my parents or anyone else," confirmed Kendall. "But that's not important right now, we need to find Logan. Which building are we on and how many more," inquired Kendall.

"From what I know and heard from my parents, I think there are four buildings and the one we're on is the west side."

"Okay, I'll take the building to the north, James east, Carlos south. Text or call if you find anything," commanded Kendall before sprinting off to their designated locations.

-Page Break-

"Here were are, a private room all to ourselves," said Jett, shoving Logan inside the cramped janitor's closet. Logan stumbled inside tripping on the clutter that littered the floor, sending himself to the shelf, toppling its various contents, some falling on him.

"Tsk tsk tsk. You need to be a little more careful there sweet cheeks. We don't want wittle old Kendall crying because his little faggot got a booboo," sneered Jett.

Logan lunged himself at Jett from pure hatred, blood boiling from the insults directed to him and Kendall. Jett easily brushed him off without effort, sending Logan back to the floor. More items collapsed on top of Logan from another impact on the shelf.

"Be a dear and stay down," mocked Jett as he sent a kick to Logan's ribs, causing the boy to gasp then a coughing fit as he clutched the side of his body groaning from the sharp pain from the kick, "or you'll get something worse than a kick," threatened Jett.

Logan continued to groan, squirming on the floor, helpless and in pain. He was scared of the unknown capabilities and possibilities that Jett could do to him but Logan had to fight. He can't just let it end like this. Determination replaced fear and drowned out the pain, a new found strength building inside him. He made another attempt but this time he used his voice.

"HELP! SOME HELP! HELP!" he cried, only to be slapped across the face by Jett. His cheek stung as he placed a hand but that didn't stop Logan. He continued to cry for help and again Jett cut him off but this time is a killer right hook to the jaw. Logan spat some blood.

"You've got some mouth there. Why don't we take care of that?" said Jett, making a grab for Logan's face. This time Logan was prepared, he avoid Jett's hand and threw a punch. Unfortunately, Jett dodge the retaliation and even caught Logan's fist.

"Oh, you're a tough one huh?" mocked Jett. "Let's take care of that," he said turning around, pining both of Logan's hand behind his back and slamming the shorter boy's body against the door.

"Let's take care of these nasty hands of yours. We can't have you messing up my pretty face now," said Jett, making sure to twist Logan's arm a bit more to inflict more pain to the boy. "Oh look, rope, just what we needed," he stated in a sickeningly jolly tone as he grabbed the object and began tying Logan's hands. Logan tried to struggle but found it of no use. He began to desperately yell again for help.

"Shut up!" roared Jett, finishing the knot then grabbing the back of Logan's head, pulled it back, and slammed it against the door. Logan received a nasty gash on the head but better there than a broken nose.

"Now for that mouth of yours," he told Logan, loosening his tie and using it to silence Logan. "There much better."

Logan was losing his strength from the beatings. Everything was starting to blur. The only thing keeping him conscious is his thoughts of Kendall, his golden locks, his mesmerizing eyes, and the most amazing smile. He was snapped out of his thoughts when Jett forced him to turn around and face him. He pressed their bodies together.

"Sweet, sweet revenge," smiled Jett, grabbing Logan's jaw to force the boy to look at him. "Do you know why I'm doing this?" asked Jett, starting his monologue. "It's all because of your boyfriend Kendall. All the humiliation that he did to be with his so called friends, I swore I would make him pay. Now what would happen to Kendall once his toy has been played with?" whispered Jett, caressing Logan's neck with his lips before biting rather harshly on his neck, drawing a bit of blood. A muffled scream escaped from Logan, making Jett smirk. He began to lick and suck at the sensitive spot.

Logan felt disgusted and dirty feeling the Jett's growing erection pressed against his unwilling body as he left trails of vile hickeys on his neck. The feel of Jett's lips against his skin was enough to make his gag and shiver.

Then, Jett grasped the collar of Logan's uniform and ripped it, popping out the buttons exposing his torso. Logan began to squirm, feeling exposed and vulnerable as Jett began his decent from his neck to his collar bone. Jett stopped and looked straight at Logan.

"Has Kendall done this to you?" asked Jett, as he snaked his hands down the side of Logan's body to this crotch. Logan was on the verge of tears. His first time was supposed to be with Kendall and only Kendall. Logan needed to get out.

Without warning and much thought, Logan kneed Jett right on the crotch, making him stumble backwards from the intense pain. With the rush of adrenaline, Logan used this opportunity to land another blow successfully to the crotch making Jett, fall back mimicking Logan's earlier incident with the shelf. Clutching his crotch, Jett struggled to stand up. Logan used this opportunity to escape. Hands still tied behind his back and back still turned against the door, he fumbled around trying to unlock the door while keeping an eye on Jett. He successfully opened the door and slammed it back shut as Jett cried curses at him.

Logan began to run, crying out for help, and find a place to hide. Drained and entirely out of energy, Logan swayed as he rushed out. Everything seemed like they were spinning because of the head injury. Logan tripped sending him face first on the grass. He tried to prop himself up but found it difficult with his hands tied. The adrenaline was wearing off and all the pain came rushing back. Logan couldn't take it anymore as his consciousness slipped, making his body shut down as he blacked out.

AN: I was kind of scared writing this. I didn't know I had this kind of imagination in me. I think I channeled the pent up anger in me and just gave it all to Jett. It doesn't help that something unpleasant just happened to me. I was gonna write more but I figure it's been too long since I update and the length was good already so I'll save it for the next update. Thank you to all of those that are keeping up with the story. Thank you for the reviews. Like always stay nerdy.