Hii! Sorry for the lack of updating…my school has had a lot going on in the end of the year…and I've been busy. Anyways…I'm going on like no sleep right now and I've had writers block...so bear with me!

Oh yeah and this takes place after Kendall and Logan get back from the trip. They are at the park.

More tears came running down Logan's face as he rolled up his sleeve to show Kendall a whole bunch of bruises and cuts, "Th-the kids here f-found o-out…"

Kendall pulled Logan closer to him, "I'm so sorry…why didn't you tell me?"

Logan looked down with embarrassment, "They said they would hurt me even more if I told anyone."

"Who is they?"

"Drake."

Kendall felt tears coming now. He felt sick to his stomach. Knowing that his best friend had been told he wasn't good enough so many times it was hard to keep track, and that he got beat up because of all that make Kendall want to puke. It hurt him so badly to see Logan falling apart.

"Well he better watch his back…" Kendall growled.

"I don't know what to do, Kenny…." Logan sighed, "I give up…I'm done…I can't take this anymore."

"We can fight through it."

"We…? I'm sorry, please don't take this the wrong way…but I'm just not ready to trust anyone…I just can't." Logan stood up and brushed his pants off.

Before Kendall could stop him, Logan began to head home. Not to Kendall's house…not to Carlos' or James'…he went back to his house, all alone.

Alone.

Kendall gave Logan his space, but it pained him to do so. Watching Logan crumble right before his eyes, but not doing anything was torture. Day by day Kendall watched Logan get punched and kicked and yelled at for absolutely nothing. He saw kids hurt him, both physically and mentally. Kendall tried to not do anything but, it seemed impossible. Now days turned to weeks. Week after week…Kendall saw Logan suffer. Weeks passed…now to be months. Each and every month of more and more agony, cruelty, grief, sorrow.

While walking home from school one day, Kendall passed Logan's house. He heard sobbing from outside.

"Please help me, please." Logan said to himself.

Kendall's face turned red as he ran back to his house, getting the wrong impression. So Logan was getting someone else to help him out? So it wasn't the fact that he couldn't trust anyone? So it was the fact that Logan could trust everyone but him. So he was just going to leave him after everything Kendall did to make things better? Kendall felt used, hurt, lost…confused.

The next day at school, Logan didn't show up. He didn't come to school the day after that either. Sweat dripped down Kendall's face with anxiety and nervousness. Why didn't Logan come to school? The whole rest of the week, Kendall didn't see Logan. All the lights were out at his house. Kendall couldn't take this anymore.

"Logan!" Kendall ran down the street.

"LOGAN!" Kendall pounded on the door.

"LOOOGGAAAAANNN!" Kendall screamed, dropping to his knees.

Tears streaked down his face as Kendall panted and knocked on the door. He was too late. He was too late. Too late….

"Logan please!" Kendall yelled.

Kendall found himself grasping for air. Why didn't he just go and see if his friend was ok? Why did he watch him grieve? Why didn't he just do something?

"LOGAN!"

"Logan!"

"LOOOGGGGAAAANNNNN!"

Kendall's throat hurt so badly. His fists began to bleed from the splinters that were stinging his flesh. Why wouldn't his friend answer him?

"Logan answer me please!" Kendall cried, "Please…pl-pleease-pleeeeease…please."

Suddenly, the door creaked open…but Logan wasn't the one who was standing in front of Kendall.

Angst? Haha I know I know…I suck at writing angst, but I'm gonna still try! I hope I didn't bore you guys too much LOL