Logan's POV

I watched Dak pull, well drag, Jett out of the cafeteria in anxiety and confusion. Dak was nervous about something, it was written all over his face when he walked up to our table after his talk with Kendall. What did they talk about?

'Logan calm down. Dak isn't skipping school for no reason. I told him to go home with Jett so he could tell him what he told me.' Kendall explained as he sat next to James. Just then the bell rang, so we had five minutes before we were late for first period.

I stood up and was about to walk to class like everyone else in the cafeteria, but Kendall stood up from the opposite side of table and pushed my shoulders down til I sat back down.

'Stay seated.' Kendall demanded. His eyes focus on Carlos who was picking up his bag and looked ready to walk off.

'You aren't special, park it puck head.' Kendall scolded, causing my boyfriend to throw his hands up in surrender as he sat down.

Kendall sat back down but not before looking at James, daring James to try to stand up like Carlos and I had.

Not wanting to be in the doghouse James sat his hand on the lunch table, showing he wasn't leaving.

'Look, Dak told me what his David was being charged for. And when I tell you, I want someone to hold Logan down.' Kendall says seriously.

That look made me feel really uneasy.

'Why do I need to be held down?' I ask cautiously.

'Because...he's being charged with rape.' Kendall says calmly.

'WHAT?!' I scream as I slam my hands on the table and standing up quickly.

Carlos immediately stands up and wraps his arms around me, the way he did kept me from moving my arms much.

'Who? Who was the victim? Tell me right now!' I shout angrily as the hate I have for David Jones grows rapidly.

'Dak.'

'...'

I was screaming and fuming on the inside, but couldn't even voice such anger if I tried. Screaming I'd kill David would never relieve my anger. Deciding action tops words I (harder than intended) shove Carlos off of me, causing him to fall.

I did feel bad for it, I really did. But my hate fire was still burning, so I grab my back pack and storm out of the building. I'm in no mood for school right now. I had turned my AP English presentation done before class(Carlos and my teacher as the audience) and I didn't start tutoring til five. And those cupcakes can wait.

Images of that fat greasy bastard forcing himself on my innocent son flash through my mind as I speed walk into the community gym. I come here when ever I need to blow off steam.

I go to my locker and quickly change into my work out clothes and boxing gloves before heading into the boxing section. The only reason I'm here is to punch a bag of sand, since David is behind bars right now and I'm not dumb enough to brake a law and go to jail just to kill him.

'Logie, why does step dad keep hurting me?'

I close my eyes tightly to keep them from tearing up as I remember the day I found out about what was really happening in Dak's house. I growl as I punch at the bag harder and faster than ever. Throwing punch after punch trying to fight against the memory.

'What do you mean?' nine year old me ask before sitting next to my younger friend on the sidewalk in front of my house.

Dak was littler than me, and made me feel taller. And with Kendall always teasing me for my height, it felt nice. Plus Dak was like a big puppy! I could feed him and pet him and play with him. So when he said someone hurt him I was really really worried.

'He keeps yelling at Mommy, and calling me names because I'm not his real son.' six year old Dak whimpered as he began to cry.

I dont like it when Dak cries.

I stood up and held my hand out to my friend. Dak wiped his eyes and looked at my hand with a curious look, then he looked up at me in question. I gave him that you-gotta-trust-me look.

Dak sniffled before taking my hand and letting me help him up.

'Of course you aren't his son.' I say.

I see the hurt in Dak's eye before I smile lovingly

'You're mine, and you can always tell me when he's mean to you. Cuz I promise, I'll always be there, and I'll bet your step dad will get his karma served to 'em.'

'His caramel? We're getting him candy?'

I scream loudly as the muscles in both my arms burn to an unbearable point. I throw one last punch at the bag, picturing David's face on the bag. The punch ripped the bag, and its sand fell freely to the floor.

Arms busted, and with nothing to punch anyway, I make my way to the bench and sit down.

'Kendall told me you'd be here.'

I look up and see Carlos approaching me.

'I'm sorry about shoving you.' I apologize as my eyes follow him as he sits next to me.

'It's OK, if someone told me James was raped I would've done worse. You handled it well, you got mad and aggressive like anyone would, but you relived the aggression safely.

'Yeah, the aggression is gone, but the anger is still there.' I sigh.

'Logan, Kendall wanted me to finish what he had to say.' Carlos said carefully.

'What else is there to say?' I ask, thinking it cant get worse.

'He wants you to know when the rapes started...and when the last time was.'

'Started? The bastard has been...' I cant even say it out loud 'for how long?'

'First time was a week after the doctors declared his brain damage.'

'Oh God.' I cry as I cover my eyes with my hand.

Dak was just a little boy, up until a few weeks ago he was still a little boy.

'He said the day his mom left was the last time it happened.' Carlos said sadly.

I'm full on crying crying right now, and with no shame. I feel Carlos pull me into a hug and he lets me cry into his shoulder.

And that's what I did.

Cried and cried, then cried more at the thought that Dak didn't trust me enough to tell me.