This story… I just want to keep writing it, and writing it. I'm just so happy with the way that this is going! Here's chapter fourteen, and thanks for reviewing.

Disclaimer- I do not own BTR, not the characters, but I do own what's happening to them.

Warning! Rated T for abuse, rape, gay relationships, and violence!

(Katie's POV)

The door slammed shut and I knew it was all over. Logan wasn't coming back.

I tried to fool myself into thinking that he was going to be set free. But, I knew that wouldn't happen. This man knew what he was doing, and that meant he knew that this type of crime didn't need witnesses going about blabbing the stuff they weren't supposed to.

Those nine days I'd spent with him were great. Amazing. The best in a long time.

We had sat around, telling jokes, and stories, just hanging out. It felt like we weren't actually trapped in the bottom of a house, most of the time we were together.

Once he'd gotten over the initial shock, and the pain, he was mostly just Logan again. Well, when he was around me.

I heard him talking out loud at night. Talking to Kendall.

"I miss you. I love you," He'd say, over and over and over again, twenty or thirty times, before he would drift off to sleep, soaked in tears and frustration.

I almost would get close enough to comfort him, and I don't know what ever stopped me from it. I guess I just felt it wasn't my place.

I curled myself into a ball and leaned against a pile of trash. I was actually sleeping peacefully there, until the door swung open.

"Get up, girl!" His voice boomed, as I sat up straight and jumped to my feet. He laughed, maliciously. I closed my eyes and let the tears squeeze through. There was nothing to bottle them up for. There wasn't a single person near me to be strong for.

"You know… your friend… he's been awful bad, lately…" He smirked, and pulled me from the room.

"Wh-what'd you do to-to him?" I stuttered, having a sudden surge of anger that gave me the bravery to ask.

"Oh, girl… you don't wanna know what I did with that heap of trash…."

Oh, God… that's it. He killed him. I closed my eyes, as my spirits sank. There was only one single thing left to be strong for. Kendall.

The man pulled me up onto his bed beside him. It seemed like I had done this a thousand times in just six weeks. I sighed. No use in fighting it now.

Now, I knew that I wasn't going to make it out of there alive.

The man just wanted to play with his food before he ate it.

Okay, so maybe a little cheesy, but I assure you that there will be at least four more chapters. (Probably more…) Review and guess… as if Logan's life depends on it!