Is it sad that the reason I enjoy Friday is, not because it's the weekend, but because the new BTR episode? -sigh-

ShatteredDiamonds: Thanks so much! I had no idea I was spelling Kendall's name wrong this entire time. A's, E's, and I's mix me up a lot. Gahhh how embarrassing.

DinosaurShapedChicken: You're like my BTR writing idol! 3 -gropes your mind- And yeah I'm planning on rape. -hides- Noncon= non-consensual (It's my fetisshhh ;A;)~

And I'm not sure about the whole penny for your thoughts thing. I just like it because it sounds like it'd be said with a british accent.

Kendall rammed his sore shoulder against the locked door, only to be repelled backwards. He let out a frustrated yell as he got up again, staring angrily at the door.

"Kendall. Stop!" Logan finally spoke up, " We're all worried about Carlos but getting yourself hurt even more isn't going to help anyone."

"Well what else am I suppose to do?! They fucking took him while we were sleeping and doing God knows what with him right now!" Kendall slammed into the door once more, getting the same results as before. Nothing, not even a budge. "Shit." He sat down, resting his head on his bent knees, breathing heavily from the exertion, tears threatening to fall from his eyes.

James looked wearily at his friends before pushing himself off the wall and walking over to the door. With a weird high pitch scream, the fair-haired band member ran, throwing himself as hard as he could at the door. Except when he reached the door, it opened, causing him to lose balance and falling hard on the concrete floor outside of the room.

Their assailants were back, looking very pleased to see the pretty boy all sprawled out on the floor before them. "Well look at that. Don't he look good enough to eat?" Paul grinned eerily down at the flustered boy who spastic-ally pushed himself up and ran to hide behind Logan and Kendell.

"Where the hell's Carlos?" Kendall glared at them darkly, his deep voice adding extra effect to the scary factor. It surprise the two men, who almost almost took a step back. But then they remembered that they had guns and he was just a tied up teenage boy.

"Don't worry. We were just having a little fun. Right Carlitttooo?" the other man cooed, tugging Carlos into view by his arm.

The boys gasped at the sight of their best friend. His head of tilted down, staring blankly at the ground beneath his feet. His hair was messier than usual, as if it had been tugged and pulled. The black jacket with the two white strips on the sleeves and chest that he was wearing before was missing and his red shirt with the black patterns on it was torn in different areas, the skin that can be seen underneath and his arms was purple and black with bruises. His dark, sandblasted jeans were hanging low on his hips, with hand shaped bruises scattered all over. The worst thing was their friend's quivering body, clearly in pain just standing there. Kendall was about to burst out with some angry, moment of passion yelling but he was beaten to it amazingly by the usually timid Logan.

"You sick bastards! What the fuck did you do to him?!" Logan shifted to get up but was thrown back when the men pushed Carlos into him. Logan looked at his hurt friend who had wrapped his arms tightly around him, his body trembling as if he was cold, holding onto him as if his life depended on it. Logan's eyes began to blur with tears as he felt the Latino's own falling down on his shoulders.

"I'm sure he'd love to give you the details," they laughed and walked off, closing the door securely behind them, leaving the boys wondering if their friend was ever going to be okay again.

It's been a few hours since they last checked up on the boys, cutting off their ropes and giving them scraps of food and water, along with a bucket just in case they had to "take a piss." Kendall's eyes wondered over to Carlos, who was quietly sleeping on the dirty mattress, tear-stained face continually scrunching up, a small mewling sound occasionally finding its way out of his swollen, teared lips. He reached out and lightly ran his fingers down the sleeping teen's face, admiring his handsome boyish features. It hurt him to see the boy unconsciously move his head away from his hand, whimpering.

"You think they ...him?..." Kendall asked hesitantly, looking at Logan and James.

"...Most likely... He has all the signs of ...sexual assault," Logan said, his voice breaking off at the end, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose.

"This is just so fucked up!" James punched the unoccupied mattress as hard as he could before sitting down on it.

So fucking fucked up.

I really am trying my best to make longer chapters. I just always make it seem as though that's where I should cut off at.

It really sucks gumdrops. D:

Keep coming with the reviews. It fuels me 8)

And yay my chapters are getting a little longer each time! ...Unless it's only because my comments are getting longer... fuck me.