The warmth and the safety coming from Kendall was incredible. For once in the past few days I felt like I could be saved. And standing behind Kendall helped make me finally realize I was okay. "This is your fault." I glanced around Kendall to see Henry walking towards us but Kendall stepped forward fast and grabbed around his throat. I was actually really surprised to see this side of Kendall. He's never been this physical with anyone off the ice. It was scary but I knew how necessary it was. "Let me go! Louis is going to fucking kill you!" Kendall gently shoved Henry into the wall and covered his mouth glancing back at me.

"Go pick up that key on the ground." I ran fast to it but backed away from the door just as precaution. "Louis doesn't fucking care about you. He never has, and he never will. If it isn't evident to you yet, all he wants is Logan and I can fucking guarantee you will be thrown away by him. Be smarter and keep your God damn mouth shut if you don't want your ass fucking kicked." I swallowed hard walking up behind Kendall and set a hand on his shoulder. "Logan reach in his pockets. Make sure he doesn't have anything…a knife…nothing like that." I swallowed hard hating he was asking me to do things but did anyway. I checked all his pockets only finding one small pocket knife and yanked it out backing away fast. Just as Kendall let Henry go three gun shots could be heard form down stairs. I jumped fast and let Kendall walk to me taking the knife and sliding it into jeans. He held around me and started walking us to the door.

"Please…he's…he'll kill me. He'll find out I just let you walk out and…" We both looked back at Henry who was now crying looking at us pleadingly. I didn't buy it. Not only did Louis torture me, this little dick hit me, whipped me with a leather belt. I felt no pity for him. "I didn't know it was going to get like this. You were supposed to love being with him, like I do. But you fought it. It wasn't supposed to be like this." I pushed Kendall away gently and walked to him slowly.

"He kidnapped me. He beat me. He rapped me. Why should I love a man like that?" Henry bowed his head down and cried out quietly. "I hope they kill him. I hope they put bullets in his head. And I hope they lock you up for the rest of your sick pathetic life."

"Logan…come on…" I was tugged by my arm but I pushed Kendall back and let something…angry take over me. I guess it was Kendall's presence. I lunged forward shoving Henry. He fell to the floor, crying and held the back of his head after it smacked onto the hard ground. I didn't stop there. Looking down at Henry, reminded me of all those times I was on my back, crying, begging and pleading for it to stop, much like Henry was now doing. I jumped on top of Henry and let my animalistic instincts take over. I started punching, scratching and slapping as hard and as fast as I could. I knew I was crying just as much as Henry was, because this wasn't me, but I couldn't stop. I didn't want to stop. I wanted this kid dead, just as much as I wanted Louis dead. "Logan!" I was picked up easily underneath my arms and Kendall dragged me back holding me tight. "Jesus Christ…dude…" I broke down completely, sobbing and fell limp in his arms. He didn't catch em right away and my body weight crashed into his and we fell to the floor on our butts. He moved his hands to my chest and pulled me into him hard. "Up here!" I cringed hearing Kendall's booming voice over top me and fell against him closing my eyes setting my hand son his. I heard hard fast footsteps and then a door getting forced open, but blocked a lot of it out. I kept my eyes closed and my mind blank while questions were asked and I was brought downstairs. The only thing that really made me see clear was hearing my name being yelled. This wasn't just any voice calling out for me. It was James. My eyes shot open and before I could run out to James, the doors of the ambulance were shut hard and fast. He ran to them, next to Kendall who was bleeding from his mouth and looked super pale. James's mouth was hanging open and when I sat up on the gurney, ignoring the paramedic I also let my mouth hang open staring at him. He had stiches on his head, probably form when he was hit with the bat. But what was worse was how sad he looked. I wanted to jump out of the ambulance and sit in his arms, rather than go to the hospital but the ambulance started moving and all I could do was le the paramedic, a younger looking guy push me back gently and hope I would see James soon.

I guess being out of the house and away from Louis or Henry was like the whole world lifted off my shoulders. I was able to relax, a little. The ride to the hospital, I fell asleep, listening to the paramedic tell me he was going to help me and make me feel better. That was enough for me to close my eyes and just as the sandman lulled me to a fearless sleep I felt my right sleeve get rolled up and a slight pinch, telling me he was giving me an IV. All that was okay for me and when I woke up next, I was in a hospital room, by myself, attached to a machine. My head was throbbing my mouth was dry and my stomach was growling but I felt panicked more than anything else. Someone had changed me into a hospital gown. Any other time, I wouldn't care, but considering everything that happened in the past days, the thought scared me. And even worse was that there was no one with me. No doctor, no nurse, no friends, no boyfriend, to let me know I was okay and everything was going to be okay. I almost ripped the IV out of my arm so I could try to find someone, anyone, but the door to my room opened my fast and close even faster. The person who came in took off a hood on his head and turned to me slowly. I closed my eyes fast, not really sure if I wanted to start to tell whoever it was, what happened. When I heard the person sit in the seat next to my bed I relaxed a little and almost fluttered my eyes open, but the door opened again, this time closing slowly. "Mr. Garcia. Did you just get here?"

"Uhm yeah…my boyfriend went to go pick up James."

"Oh yes…I've heard. Mr. Diamond has quite the fist on him."

"And foot." The two laughed and I secretly wished they would expand on what they were talking about.

"Well he should be waking up shortly. The pain medication should be wearing off. Before then, because you are the only one here for him, I want you to know all the tests we ran on him came back negative. He doesn't have anything wrong. I mean minus the broken ribs, and the swelling in some parts, he should be okay.

"And the…mental situation?"

"Well as much as I know about the human body and brain, I cannot confidently tell you how he is going be when he wakes up. He was tortured, raped and beaten maybe beyond repair. But don't give up hope. He will be able to get through it. He's come this far."

"I know…I just…he looks so different. Kendall said he was so scared. He also said he was acting like eh was giving up." The room went silent and I swallowed hard blinking with my eyes closed. "I've known Logan for almost 25 years and in those years, Logan has never given up on anything."

"Carlos…time will tell how Logan will react to this. And time will repair his wounds, and hopefully his soul. He's going to need you, Kendall and James to help see him through this. Even if he can't me strong, you can be. If not for yourself, please do it for him." I gently rolled my head to the side and groaned out acting as if I was just now waking up. "I think it would be best if we just talked to him about how he's feeling now, rather than what happened. We need to ease him into it, and you can help me with that until James shows up." I fluttered my eyes opened and felt relieved to see Carlos first. He set a plastic coffee cup on the small table by my bed and leaned forward smiling small. "Logan…how are you feeling?" I gently rolled my head to the other side and looked up at a doctor who was smiling down at me. "My name is doctor Michael Stormfield, and I've been taking care of you since arriving here at St. Vincent's. You have three broken ribs, a sprained and swollen right knee cap and a very bruised up back, so I'm going to ask you to keep still and remain in this bed, alright?" I nodded slowly feeling my left hand get grabbed and squeezed gently. "When we got you, you were severely dehydrated and a little malnourished. We got a drip in you to get you rehydrated and right now I'm going to have the cafeteria fix you up the biggest, fullest meal you've ever eaten. You're going to need a lot of carbs and protein. If you feel any discomfort, and pain at all, have Carlos here press that red button and we will get you help. Your safe and in good hands now Mr. Mitchell." I nodded again but swallowed hard clearing my throat.

"Doctor?" He turned back to me tucking his clipboard under his arm smiling still. "It's Diamond." My hand was squeezed again and I smiled. It was small, and not a happy smile, but I smiled. "My last name. It's…it's Diamond." The doctor smiled big and gently patted my foot.

"I'll let everyone know. Stay rested alright. I'll be right back in with some food." I nodded again and waited until the doctor was out of the room to turn to Carlos. When I did, I shamelessly let the tears roll out of my eyes. He moved in closer and wiped them carefully, probably to avoid the cuts and many bruises on my face.

"Hey kid." I laughed quietly closing my eyes bringing out my right hand form under the blanket. I slowly and painfully scratched at my chest feeling an itch and groaned softly. "You know I don't remember the last time I told you this, but I love you." I turned to him opening my eyes and we locked eyes. He smiled but blushed looking down at my bed. He squeezed my hand gently an di tried to squeeze back. The IV in my arm was making that harder. "And it's not in a…I want to cheat on my boyfriend kind of way. I love you like a brother form another mother. And you and James are the closest things I have to a family, since mine hate me for being gay. Wow…not the point…" He sighed out and looked back at me leaning on my bed. "What I'm trying to say is…seeing you come out of that house in Kendall's arms, crying, and screaming, and then seeing you put into an ambulance, absolutely killed me. And then to make it worse to watch James get put in handcuffs and in the back of a cop car…"

"What?" He stopped and turned to me, smirking.

"Oh yeah Loges…your man put up a hell of a fight." He looked down a tour hands connected and chuckled more to himself. "Kendall and a few cops tried to hold him back but when they brought Louis out in handcuffs no one could stop James. He lunged forward, grabbed Louis by the scruff of the neck and just started punching him. When they got them apart, James pushed everyone back and went in again. That time however he grabbed the back of Louis's head and bashed it against his knee. To say the least they threw him into the cop car and took him to jail with I think…2 grand bail. Kendall just went to pay it and get him out so he should be here shortly. But seeing all of it happen made me realize how much I love you two and how I do not want to lose you guys. So…the next time…not that Kendall or James will let there be a next time, I don't want you to ever walk away from me, without letting me tell you, I love you. With my whole entire heart. Alright?" I could only nod and smile blinking away the tears hoping James would get her quicker than I knew he would be.