Hey guys. I'm so sorry for taking so long to post anything. Classes started again in late August, so I haven't had as much time to write. I also kind of had writer's block, so that definitely didn't help. But I finally got this done, so here it is.

Before you read this chapter, I want to let you know that I made a slight change to the previous chapter. So, in the last chapter, James and Logan bump into Kendall's dad on their way to the lobby, and I had to change that, because if I didn't, things wouldn't make any sense. If you want to, you can go ahead and read the part with James and Logan (from the last chapter) again, just so things aren't confusing. And just to clear things up, this chapter takes place before the boys arrive at the apartment—it kind of backtracks a bit, I guess. If anything confuses you, please let me know, because I'm not sure if anything I just wrote in this author's note made sense (hopefully it did).

Hope you enjoy.

"Do you think we should split up? Maybe ask around a few people, and see if they know anything?" James asked as the two boys exited the elevator.

Logan stopped walking and turned to the taller brunet, a frown present on his face. "Maybe," he said, seeming hesitant. "I mean, we could try it. Maybe by doing so we'll find out something sooner. It's just..."

"Just what?" James inquired, raising an eyebrow in a questioning manner.

"I don't know. I don't like the idea of splitting up. What if he finds one of us. What if—"

"Logan," James said, cutting him off before he could ramble on any further, "it'll be fine. I don't think he'd do anything to us, not here. We have our phones in case anything were to go wrong."

The older boy still looked hesitant and worried, but he nodded in response and gave James a small smile. "Yeah, you're probably right... But please, if anything happens, call me. I'm being serious, James," he warned, all traces of a smile having vanished in an instant.

"I will," James promised. "You too."

Logan smiled and held up his phone. "Will do."

With that being said, the two boys went off in different directions—Logan running up to Mr. Bitters' desk to see if he had given Kendall's father any kind of information, such as Kendall's phone number, and James went off to the pool to see if he could question a few people. He hoped someone knew something. After all, the boys were pretty well-known in the Palm Woods, so figuring out who had given Mr. Knight the younger boy's number wouldn't be as easy as he hoped it would be.

First he asked the Jennifers, followed by Guitar Dude, and then Tyler, but none of them knew anything about the older Knight. He continued asking people around, growing annoyed with each person that didn't know anything.

Sighing, the brunet sat down on one of the pool chairs, fingers buried in between strands of chocolate brown locks as he stared straight ahead, wondering if there was anyone who would disclose that kind of information to a total stranger. And that's when it hit him.

Jett.

Bolting out of the pool area, James ran back into the hotel and rushed to get to the elevator. As soon as the elevator doors opened, he pressed the button for the second floor and impatiently waited for the elevator to ascend towards it and for the doors to open up.

Once he got to Jett's apartment, he started knocking on the door frantically, only to receive no response. James sighed as he leaned against the wooden door, letting his eyes close for only a moment.

"Well, look who we have here."

James jumped, startled by the voice that had suddenly appeared. He opened his eyes in an instant, being met by the sight of Kendall's father standing in front of him. The older man had a smirk plastered on his face—whatever it was that he was up to, James could tell it wasn't good.

"Don't act so surprised, I just want to talk."

"Talk about what?" James spat, his anger getting the best of him. "I have nothing to say to you, except to stay away from Kendall. He doesn't want you around. Why the hell are you even here? Unless you haven't realized this by now, he's terrified of you."

"I'm just here to make amends," the older man said, feigning a hurt expression.

"Amends?" James asked in disbelief, anger boiling in his veins. He stepped forward, fighting the urge to punch Mr. Knight in the face right then and there. "What you did to him can not be taken back. You broke him. You fucking broke him, and you want to make amends? You're lucky I haven't called the police on you yet. We should have done that since the very start!"

Before James could comprehend what was happening, he felt a hand squeezing his neck as he was pushed towards the wall. Black dots danced around in his vision after seconds ticked by and he was unable to remove the man's strong grip from his neck. He gasped for air, feeling like he was about to pass out.

"I will not hesitate to hurt you, him, or Logan and Carlos. If you call the police on me, I will hurt him. I will break him again and make his life, along with yours, a living hell."

Glaring at the younger boy, Kendall's father pulled his arm back and hit James on the side of the head. Too in shock to do anything about it, James didn't have the chance to react as a fist connected once again with his face. He then felt the air being sucked from his lungs as he was kneed in the stomach, causing the brunet to drop to a heap on the floor.

"You say one word to the cops, one word, and that boy is dead," Mr. Knight threatened as he walked away, leaving James gasping for air.

It took James a couple of minutes to regain his composure, but when he did, he carefully sat up, still leaning against the wall, and dialed Logan's number. It only rang once before Logan answered the call.

"James? Did you find out anything?"

"L-Logan," James whimpered, tears blurring his vision. "Logan, please come."

"What? James, are you okay...? You don't sound okay..."

"I'm in the s-second floor, near Jett's apartment. Please hurry."

Logan was talking to Camille when he got James' call. As soon as James spoke, he immediately realized that something was wrong. The younger boy sounded scared and hurt—he didn't sound like himself in the slightest.

"Camille, I gotta go. Something's up with James. If you find out anything, please let me know," he said as he quickly kissed her cheek and fled from where they stood in the lobby, not even waiting for her to respond.

Logan didn't bother taking the elevator, knowing he'd reach the second floor faster if he raced up the stairs. He didn't know what to expect when he got there, but he sure wasn't expecting to find James sitting on the floor, his face buried in his hands, sobs uncontrollably making him tremble.

"James? James, what happened?" the smaller brunet questioned as he kneeled down in front of his best friend. He took ahold of James' wrists and pulled the boy's hands away from his face, then cupping his face with one hand so he could look him in the eye.

"Oh my God, what happened? Who did this?" he asked, his eyes landing on James' eye, which had turned a purplish-black. The side of his face looked slightly bruised, as if someone had hit him.

"H-He did," James hiccuped. "He said... He said that if we called the cops he'd kill Kendall. L-Logan, what are we going to do?" James asked, tears still freely falling down his cheeks.

Logan, being angry, worried and afraid all at once, pulled James into a hug. "We'll figure that out once we get to the apartment. Come on, we need to go," he said as he pulled James up, earning a groan from the taller boy. "It'll be okay. We'll figure this out. But first we need to get you cleaned up."

James nodded wordlessly, allowing Logan to support part of his weight as they got on the elevator for the third floor.

I hope this chapter was okay and that you guys liked it. :) I'm sorry if it was kind of all over the place and didn't make much sense. But anyways, thank you for reading, as well as for all the feedback—it means a lot.

~ BigTimeRush-BTR :)