Hello my beautiful followers, this is another edited chapter. I'm sorry I didn't stick to my word, but my chapter For Poisoned Heart has finally taken me for a spin and I've been on edge trying to figure it out. I mean, hopefully I will have it up within a week, but you know it takes time. Anyway, I will start posting these two chapters at a time until I can finally get to where I was and it hopefully won't take too long. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this chapter. Again, I say, not for the squeamish. Enjoy!?

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Chapter 3 - Realizations

(Logan's P.O.V)

For the next few weeks, we started staking out, following Daren and my suspicions were correct. He was nothing, but a self-absorbed, selfish, rude, egotistic, and stuck-up prick. I wonder why Kendall even loves this douche. The more I found out, the more I grew to hate him, slowly stirring up the anger that boiled within my veins. Just the thought of him fucking over my Kendall made me pissed to the core, and strangely for the last few weeks those two words seemed to have been constantly wandering in my mind, My Kendall.

It was getting harder and harder for me to convince myself that I wasn't in love with Kendall. Now, most of my tiredless nights, I go to sleep dreaming of those beautiful, angelic, emerald green eyes staring back at me, or to have those small, but full, creamy, and sexy hips wrapped around my waist, as I pound into his sweet exotic flesh I so humbly craved, and to see those stained red, miraculous, astounding, remarkable, extraordinary, marvelous plump lips wrapped around my throbbing- . Wait a minute, I'm getting off topic. The worst thing to do is get a raging hard-on in in the Palm Woods lobby.

A camouflage tree hat sat upon my head, as I looked into the binoculars that sat upon my hands. Carlos sat beside me in the tall bushes as our target came into sight. We could see his bright smile, as he escorted the girl into the glass doors. His hand on her lower back, as he turned her to face him and pulled her into a kiss. I growled deeply. Not to mention, a worthless, cheating asshole. The blonde wore a purple shape-fitter dress that hugged her shape down to her thighs, as she gawked and flirted with him. The couple made their way to the hallway.

"They're on the move." he whispered, as we ditched our tree hats in the bushes, sneaking behind them, following in careful pursuit.

We moved slowly through the hallway, avoiding their looks behind the big columns and corners, as we followed them to 8J. She pulled him into a lustful kiss and my chest growled in pure disgust, as she dragged him into the dark room. I sighed, as I pulled down the binoculars. How dare he? Kendall was amazing, talented, and plain wonderful. Albeit, even a better lover than anyone I've ever dated myself, but he would want to cheat on him? I'm not gonna stand for this. He's going down for sure, if I had anything to do with it.

We walked side by side back to 2J. We entered the nice apartment, as we spotted Jamie sitting by a sleeping form. I closed my eyes, as my mind drifted into a painful flashback.

(Flashback)

Considering my bed dIdn't seem too comfortable right now, I laid on the couch, facing up with my hands under my head, supporting my weight. I couldn't sleep one bit, Mama Knight and the others were in bed. Well, it was 2am in the morning, who wouldn't? Apparently, my ass. Hearing the soft click of the door, I looked up seeing a broken and battered Kendall. I sat up quickly, as I basically ran to his side. Seeing he has bruise on his left cheek, blood ran from his nose, and even more fell from his bloodied lip. I looked at him in horror, as I grabbed his chin making him look at me.

"Kendall, what happened?" I looked at the blond, as he opened his mouth trying to decipher the words, but closed it oh so quickly, as he opened it.

I grabbed his hands lightly and guided him to the bathroom, and sat Kendall on the close-lidded toilet seat. I put his hand down, as I grabbed the first aid kit, cleaned his wounds and wiped the blood from his face. Kendall looked away the entire time until I finally spoke, my chest constricted with sudden impending fear of what could have happened to my blonde, as I looked at him deeply in his green orbs.

"Kendall, tell me what happened?" Kendall closed his eyes, turning his head. I turned him back to me, trying to figure out what was wrong with him.

"Kenny?"He opened his mouth slightly.

"It's nothing. Really, I'm okay." as he tried to ignore my worried eyes. I couldn't help it when my voice raised.

"Kendall, your cheek is bruised and you have a busted-lip and you say you're fine?!" Kendall flinched slightly and I could see him quiver a little at my touch. My mind wondered,but stopped when Kendall looked at me with pleading eyes, clearly reading my thoughts.

"We don't need to tell them. I just-. Logan please? I can't. I just can't."

I looked into his softened eyes with tears in them. Something in my gut told me not to listen and to tell someone, but I couldn't deny those eyes. I sighed.

"Okay." I said, feeling a big web of lies slowing spinning in the deep depths of my soul, trapping me with each fragment that spilt out of my mouth.

"Logan, promise me you'll let this go and you'll leave it alone." He said looking at me desperately with a hint of seriousness in his eyes. I opened my mouth, but closed it stopping myself.

"Logan, promise me please?" I sighed, giving in, letting myself be willing to his satisfaction.

"Fine." I sighed, knowing it was just another empty promise I could not keep, just another lie woven into my web. I couldn't let it go. I refuse to let it go. Something was off and I was gonna find out what.

I finished patching him up and picked up bridle-style, taking him to our room and carefully laid him on his bed. He curled up in his bed and gave me and adorable, shy, and cute look that would make anyone close to cumming.

"Logan, could I sleep with you, tonight?" I looked at him surprised, but nodded, as he looked at me sheepishly.

He climbed into bed with me, wrapping his arms around my torso, cuddling into me. He laid his head on my broad chest, clutching me adoringly, as he slept soundly. I sat up the rest of the night, just listening at the sound of the blond's breathing as he slept, mind on overdrive, subconscious refusing to process anything, but his gorgeous sound.

(Flashback)

That was a week ago, and I still thought of that night every day since then. Why did Kendall flinch when I touched him? Why did he even have bruises and scars? Who hurt him? Why did they hurt him? I mean, I know he didn't fall. He was sometimes a bit messy, but he wasn't clumsy. If he got some scars, they were self-inflicted by stupid things we put him up to do or dumb things we got ourselves into. All these questions remained unanswered. I wanted answers to calm my aching heart. It also made me even more cautious of Daren.

If Ken was supposed to be with him, how could he let him get hurt? My heart hurt that I couldn't figure it out.

"So, how did it go?" James said, as he waved Kendall's bangs out of his eyes. I jolted out of my thoughts.

"He's a pompous ass and a cheating asshole." Carlos said, his eyes reflecting nothing, but anger and pure utter irritance

"You took the words right out of my mouth, Carlos." I said, as we both looked at James.

"I believe it. He looks like one." He said, as I sat beside him and placed a hand on Kendall's cheek, caressing it.

"So, how's Kendall?" I said, worried about his condition. He shrugged, his eyes downcasting in sadness and worry.

"I don't know, he's been asleep all day Even Dr. Hollywood said he wasn't completely sure what's wrong with him. Though, Mama Knight went out to see if anyone else could.." My eyes gazed back to Kendall.

My soul filled with dread. Something was wrong with Kendall. He's been doing this a few days in a row. He just slept, no matter what was going on. It drove an energetic Carlos crazy. I hope he was okay . Please let him be okay? Even though deep in my mind, I was dead wrong. Things were just getting worse. Much worse.

(Kendall's P.O.V)

My eyes opened, as I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes, adjusting to the bright light of the sun pouring in through the window, shining into a bright new day. The birds chirped by the shining window, as I sat up, stretching my rested muscles. I scanned the area noticing Logan was sitting up, his mouth open, snoring softly. I mustered a light laugh, as I draped a small blanket over him. I smiled slightly, as I walked to the kitchen where a plate was laid out for me. An embroidered note hung on the sterling fridge. Picking it up, I read.

"I'll be back in a few hours. Katie and I went shopping. We'll be back soon. Love, Mom."

I sighed. I guess it's just me and Logie. I ate slowly savoring every bite of said omelet. I didn't seem to eat much, due to Daren. He thought it was best if I ate less due to my weight.

(Flashback)

I laid naked beside him, after intimate love-making. I wrapped my arms around him, trying to cuddle, but he pushed me off.

"I can't" He said, as he got up, pulling up his pants and pulling a shirt over his head.

"Why not?"

"Because I got shit to do, that doesn't include cuddling with you."

"With who?" I said, softly, as he grabbed my chin, making me look at him.

"It's not your job to ask who, with who, or fucking why. All you need to know is that I'm fucking going. Got it?" I nodded, submittingly.

"Good. Plus, before you start asking me where I'm going and what I'm doing, you need to put in more dedication in this so called relationship. You should start working out more, you're getting fat. I'm supposed dating a beautiful blonde , not an ugly, fat slut." as he let my body go, letting me fall on the cold wooden floor. Tears flowed down my cheeks like rivers of water falling down a steep waterfall. All I could hear afterward was the forceful slam of the door behind him, echoing through my ears.

(Flashback)

I held back the tears slightly, as my phone buzzed. I looked at it seeing the lit up message.

"Get you pathetic ass down here. Now."

I shivered slightly. He was mad. About what, I didn't know. I better leave before I anger him more. I quickly showered, slicing a few times to ease my mind for the upcoming dramatic situation. Slowly taking refuge in the slow, searing, and throbbing pain that filled me and the pain that awaited me in my currently sealed fate by my loving boyfriend. I quickly finished and dressed, leaving 2J. I walked down the hallways, my heart pounding even more ferociously with each and every passing second.

I slowly walked down the hall of the third floor as a brunette exited their apartment of 3B. It was Scott. The guys and I hung out with him quite a lot before he went on tour. We met when we sang at one of his performances and accidentally crashed his opening was also one of the many Palm Woods light blonde haired, blue eyed heartthrobs. Though, he was nicer than the rest. He was a fairly good singer and basically was the only guy I knew who was a full falsetto. He left Hawk a year ago to work with Gustavo and we have been friends ever since. He smiled at me, and stopped me by grabbing my wrist lightly. I tried to ignore the sting sensation from my covered up cuts, as I felt the pressure effects shoot through my arm. I masked the pain, as he drew me back and looked at me.

"Kendall, why you in such a rush?" I smiled.

"Hey Scott, I just have to meet someone. What's got you back so early?" I asked, clearly not caring that I was spending a few moments with an old friend.

"I thought you were supposed to be on tour for another 3 months." he hesitated.

"Well, I was, but some serious injuries happened to some of my best dancers and some other tragic complications too, so I just decided to come back."

"OK, well, I'll uh." I rushed out, but he caught me, as I almost ran.

"I, Ken uh." I raised an eyebrow.

"What is it?" I asked, curiously, wondering why he was acting strangely.

"Actually, I was wondering, since I'm back, we could do something. I don't know, maybe go out to a movie or something or whatever.' I smiled at the sweet notion. My heart dropped as I came back down to earth. Damn, boyfriend.

"Scott, I- I'd love to but I -" I stopped in mid-sentence when down the hall, I could see the door slowly opening from 3K. I could make out his dangerous, angry eyes, looking at me as my breath hitched in my dry throat, making my heart stop abruptly. The seconds didn't seem to past fast enough, as it felt like my throat was constricting against me. I couldn't breathe.

"Scott, I have to go" I pulled away from him and walked down the hall to my awaiting death.

"Kendall, wait?!" Though, I fairly noticed his hands laying at his sides, as he watched as I disappeared down the hall with his aching heart showing throughout his blue orbs with dreadful worry that didn't dare to go unnoticed by me.

The door was closed when I got there and my body froze up and shook, as my hand shakily reached for the door, twisting slowly and cautiously. I opened it and closed it, seeing it was dark. I shivered, as I felt hands wrap around me from behind.

"Kenny." I could smell the alcohol, as I turned around to face him. I watched, as his body waved slightly from the strong alcohol. He held the large bottle, as he took a big swig and set it on the table. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, as he walked closer to me.

"Who the hell was that?" He said, lowly and emotionless. No emotion at all and it scared the living hell out of me. He slapped me across the face, sending me to the floor. Before I knew it, tears were streaming down my face and it splattered on the floor below me. I looked up at him and quivered, as he bent down and grasped me harshly.

"I'm speaking to you, Who the fuck was that?" He spat, as I looked at his eyes that was ablaze and held fiery passion of anger that heavily sparked through them. I sobbed uncontrollably.

"Scott. He asked me out, but I said no." He let me fall, as he started pacing.

"It didn't look like you said no." I let out breathy gasps, as I felt the burn deep in my hot tears covered my face, as he walked off his fury.

"Gosh, you are such a fucking whore." He said, as he yanked me up and through me against the wall, growling as he looked me in my eyes, holding nothing in them, as his alcohol-filled breath hit my face, reeking of Jack Daniels.

"You are such a fucking whore, you know that? You like random guys to feel all over you, huh? You would like to spread your legs for the entire Palm Woods, wouldn't you? Nothing, but a fucking cock-slut."

He kicked me roughly in the ribs, sending pain through my body, as he continued with his notions.

"You want to leave me?" He said, menacingly, as he watched the burning hot tears slide down my bruised and bloody cheeks.

"No." I moaned in pure pain, as he slapped me again.

"I don't believe you." He smirked at his work, as he punched me, making blood pour out of my nose. He glared as me intensely.

"No one wants you, but me. You are a pathetic slut, and a worthless complete waste of space. No one will ever want you after me. Hell, you belong to me." He exclaimed, as he flung my broken body to the bed and bounded my wrists with his brown, snake skin belt. I sobbed, as he brought the knife to my cheek. It lightly and graciously glimmered against the sunlight that poured in through the window. You'd never even begin to guess that one artistic like object could cause so much pain to not only your body, but your heart as well.

"You are nothing. You're mine and no one else's. No one can ever take my place."He ran the knife across my stomach cutting bruised flesh. He chuckled darkly.

"You don't go anywhere, until I tell you 're mine. Say it." He pressed the knife deeper, making me howl out in pain. I sobbed harder.

"I'm yours. I belong to you." I cried, as more tears fell from my clouded eyes.

"That's what I like to hear." He said, caressing my cheek like I was the most precious thing in the world.

"All mine." He tied a cloth around my mouth, as he tore off my clothes. He cut them, as he fucked me roughly, ignoring the blood that pulsed out of me. The cloth drowned out my pain-filled screams, as he claimed my body. My silent screams echoed through the quiet halls, though it felt as if no one heard my pain and suffering. Our sweaty bodies molded together for the rest of the day, as he continuously took me over and over again.

Deep in my heart I knew, I was Daren's and I couldn't deny that Daren was mine. He loved me. He had to. Right? Knowing deep down in my withered soul that this beautiful monster was the one who held and caged my heart and soul, darkening them both into a deep abyss of pain, depression, and pure utter despair that tied me to this earth.

Well, that was all, ladies and gents. Daren is a complete physcopath. Well, in my eyes. Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed it. Well, before the graphic part. Yeah, awkward. Thanks for reading and hopefully I will post the second one in a few hours. Look out. Peace:) -Genora