Hello, my fellow readers. I've decided to fit one more chapter into my time slot before I jump off the grid, after this I'm strictly gonna be focused on Poisoned Heart for the time I'm not doing my other stories. Anyway, thank you all for reviewing, and as long as y'all keep doing that, I'll keep writing. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this chapter. I had to completely reconstruct it, but I hope it won't be too bad. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this one as much as you enjoyed the last one. Enjoy!?

Chapter 2 – The Beginning

(Kendall's P. O. V)

My mind blank as I stared out the window, watching as the merciless sun which had baked the packed earth since dawn, was now setting swiftly and decisively. The scorched earth held all the fury of the sun now and heat radiated up from below any businessman or women still out after sunset. The land, though unforgiving, was also beautiful. The view of the gorgeous blue, crystal waters of the sandy beach could still be seen from the modern-style mansion that held me now. The beautiful colors of orange and red painting the sky, dancing in a synchronized and immaculate dance across the multicolored horizon as the blue, crisp waters sloshed and shimmered from the sun's illuminated light above it. Wide stretches of horizon unbroken by any landmarks, man made or otherwise held an unearthly fascination for it's vastness and beauty. A fascination that many men had found themselves robbed of ensconced in it's unending uniformity.

Sighing, as I played with the blue silk robe underneath my fingertips, thinking of no other than the man I chose to spend my life with, the man I married. Bestfriend, Lover, Loving Husband, Logan Mitchell. I got up and comfortably sat on the brightly-colored bed, awaiting my young husband's return, longing for his presence. The feeling of loneliness and despair, clouding and darkening my aura in the deep depths of my beating flesh, carving and deeply embedding it in the deep parts of my blackened soul as I thought of him. I found myself slowly sinking into the soft, vanilla sheets that covered my bed in it sensual touches, my heart sinking into my blackened soul with each painful and agonizing second that slowly ticked by.

I have to admit that Logan and I's relationship was not in the best place at the moment. It just seemed like my life has become routine, broken in the same loop of everyday madness. I would get home, cook, watch tv and patiently wait for my beloved husband to get home from work. I mean, Logan has always been great to me, loving and caring, but lately I had to admit that the spark that used to be there, had not been there. It has been too long since they had a romantic dinner, too long since they even thought of each other. I'm not gonna lie, ever since we ended BTR, life has been hectic.

Logan getting a full scholarship at Stanford and juggling his hospital job, plus me re-signing with Gustavo and going to Princeton in New Jersey. We were lucky if we saw two winks of each other. Especially now, I have to see Gustavo four times a week now since my new album was about to come out and handle Knight Corp and Logan having to go on business trips every five seconds, we never have time. I mean, Logan just came back from a two-week business trip two days ago and he's about to leave again for three more weeks on Monday. That's why this day was so important. The day that sealed and commemorated our love, the day that began it all. This weekend is supposed to be for our own private anniversary, well before I would have to walk into our home, to the middle of all the romantic things, all the food in the fridge and he would be all alone in their freshly cleaned mansion, in the bed that I cleaned that morning prior, laying longfully in the sheets Logan loved, my heart bleeding and aching as I yearned for the brunette.

It was bittersweet, but no matter how strange it was, it was my life. I mean, I know Logan's job was hard. Nothing about it screamed easy, but I couldn't deny that I missed his presence. Just the thought of him constantly gone made my heart want to cry out in agony, slowly withering, dying with no chance of survival. We sleep in the same bed, but doesn't mean we have to speak. I just hated that he put work before me sometimes. I know he's trying to make a nice life for us and everything, but was it too much just to get some love and compassion for once instead of a voice-mail? I sighed, my only hope tonight is that we can fix things before I lose the one good thing that gives my life joy.,as I found myself clutching the white, fluffy pillow, letting it comfort me in it's soft-like essences, sinking into the deep, dark aura that has now encased my bleeding soul.

(Logan's P. O. V)

I took off my doctor's gloves and mask, throwing them in the trashcan as I walked down the sterile, porcelain hallway, weaving my way through the large amount of patients and nurses as I found myself walking into my office. I slumped down in the brown chair at my desk, weary and enervated from a hard day's work, completely devitalized as I groaned. My hearts still hammering in my chest as the automated beep was still clearly evident in my ears, a shrill sound that left me paralyzed and traumatized every time I heard it, leaving a bruised mark on my heart, constantly reminding me of each time it happened that it can never be forgotten. Just the thought of holding someone else s life in your hands, and knowing you're the main factor in if he or she lives or dies was enough to scare even the bravest of soldiers, enough to make the strongest heart weaken and incapacitate under it's deep, dark depths of it's carnivorous wings. I groaned, as he ran his hands down his face.

"Had a rough night?" I looked up, hearing a sweet voice I knew all to well. It was my closest friend, Camille Roberts. I was actually surprised when she started working here after she gave up acting.

I mean, ever since I met her back at the Palm Woods, it was always has been her passion. Hell, even when we dated all she could talk or think about was how she wanted to be famous, but she said after she saved a patient on her plane ride to an audition in Denver, from the way that she felt at that exact moment, she knew this is what she wanted to do. I looked at the curly, brown haired brunette who was wearing her lab coat that was precisely draped over her black and blue color-block, striped dress that gently hugged her small body, giving her a small, sad smile.

"I'm fine, Cami." She frowned, shooting me a hard look.

"No, you're not. Logan, you should really quit doing this. You're gonna run yourself into the ground. Come on, you look exhausted. You're bags have bags, and you're not gonna get any taller with that caffeine." as she shot me a disapproving look as I took an another sip of coffee just to stay awake, giving her a frown.

"I mean, seriously Logan, you need to go home, get some rest, and come back in the morning when you don't actually look like a zombie off one of my horror movies. We got this." I thought about it and just shook my head. She just stopped me, cutting me off.

"Nope, go home. It's 3am."

"But, what about the patients?"

"They'll be fine. I got it."

"But, I need to-" as I stood up.

"Nope, I'll clock you out, just go." I huffed. Well, I guess there's no use in fighting.

"Fine." I said, quickly gathering my things in my things in my suitcase and swung my long-drench coat over my shoulder, walking out of my quarters. I ran my hand through my raven-like hair as I walked through the receptionists office, passing each patient. Hearing the blondes call as I walked off.

"Goodnight, Mr. Mitchell." Smiling in reply. "Goodnight, Jayne" I said, walking outside, noticing the night crisp air radiating around me, a chill filled with sweet whispers creeping into the air that spoke of an early winter. I gently swung my car keys, approaching the silver, metallic painted Subaru, thinking of no other than my gorgeous husband, awaiting my humble presence at home as I quietly drove back to our mansion.

(Kendall P. O. V)

I sat on plush bed, as I swirled the crimson contents around in my glass, pondering. Where was he? Was he still at work? My heart filling with sadness at the thought, the deep filling of melancholy surrounding me, making my heart drop in the deep parts of my aching loins, bleeding heartache making my heart tremble and ache as the memories began to rush back. Remembering. I mean, this of course was not the first time he missed out on our anniversary. In fact, the tears and heartache have become none other than comforting, and waking up to the same empty and lonely feeling that painfully puts me to sleep have become nothing more than a sweet pain that I now craved with every fiber of my being. Like a bee addicted to nectar, the pain has become my only source for survival, the only thing that makes me feel alive instead of just another useless object in Logan's life.

I found myself looking at my silver-encrusted watch. It's 3am. He should have been back by now. I sighed, once again welcoming the pain of my bleeding heart, letting it devour me as I blew out the candles on our bedside and cleaned our room of any romantic traces. I gently pulled my silk robe across my body, covering my naked flesh as I laid back against the plush pillow, letting a single tear run down my rosy, creamy cheek, grabbing the photo on our nightstand. We were lying on the grass and Logan's' hands were wrapped around me protectively. I sat in-between his legs while sat behind me. I loved that day. He decided we both worked to much that week and Logan couldn't stand me not being all to himself all weekend. That's when he first started working at the hospital. I missed when we used to spend our time together. Now it's like we don't spend any time together at all.

"Kenny, I'm home!" I wiped my tear-stricken face as the echo of him closing our front door, echoed throughout the entire house, as busied out of our room and walked down our the spiraling staircase, finding Logan in the large, open-mouthed kitchen nibbling on a biscuit. My heart dropping, as I crossed my arms. He grimaced.

"What?" I shook my head, as he walked over to me and held my waist and pecked my cheek. I scowled at him. He raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Logan, you really don't know what today is?"

"Uh Tuesday? " I sighed, I had a strong urge to scream at him, but I decided against it. Instead, I just looked at him halfheartedly.

"Logan, It's our anniversary. How could you forget?" My voice nothing above a whisper, trying to once again process how a person in their right mind could forget something so special and dear.

"Look Ken, I had a really long day and I'm sorry, but for this one moment could you drop it."

"I can't believe you. I waited up all night waiting for you. You said you'd be back by 9." I said softly, clearly not having the urge to fight.

"The hospital had me working overtime and a last minute patient came in, I had to stay. What did you expect me to do?" Logan replied.

"Whatever Logan." Kendall shook his head and went to the bedroom slamming the door, finding myself pissed beyond recognition, yet dispirited at the same time, basically on the brink of unfathomable tears. My heart slowly sinking into the deep pits of despair and insanity as I cuddled into the soft sheets.

"Kenny?" Glaring at nothing in particular, I shifted not wanting to look at him, ignoring his presence. I heard Logan sigh as he climbed o the left side of the bed.

My mind on overload, as I laid in complete utter silence. I want things to be okay between us. How can that be if Logan won't meet me halfway? Hell, does he even want to? I found myself sinking deep into the warm embrace of the satin, vanilla sheets, planting my sorrow upon them as I let them whisk me away into their imitation hopes of security and reassurance, falling into the black wings filled with lies that I sadly had come to believe, my heart breaking with each agonizing tick of the clock, breaking a little bit more with each breath I continued to take, letting the steady beat of my already withered heart once again lull me to sleep, slipping into the sweet darkness that I have now considered an uncontainable pleasure.

Well, that was all. Dang, this was longer than the first chapter of MSLATDH. Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed this, because I worked really hard and I would really like to know if this was better than first lousy attempt. Please review. Anyway, thanks for reading, and I'll see you again soon. Peace, Genora:)