Hmm… Not too sure how this chapter turned out. I'm starting to get writer's block, so forgive me if this sucks. I tried.

I wake to sunlight, streaming into the room through the open window. I groan, blinking away the burning sensation in my eyes, and yawn. Yesterday is a bit of a blur, all sorts of emotions stirring up in me as I try to remember everything that happened. I remember completely breaking down after I broke Logan's favorite bowl, and then…the video… My stomach flips, and then I'm closing my eyes again, willing myself to fall back asleep. I can't do this. I can't go on knowing that Logan's being… I can't even think the word. It's too horrible.

Something stirs next to me, and for the first time I realize that something warm is pressed up against my side. My eyes pop open, and I turn to see Carlos lying next to me, mouth open in his sleep. Confused for a moment, I glance around the room. Wait a minute… This is Kendall and Carlos's room. Why am I in here? I shake my head to clear it, and then it all comes back to me. After I heard Carlos crying, I came in here and comforted him. We stayed up late talking, lying side by side. We must have fallen asleep at some point. I notice that Kendall's not in his bed, and wonder if he's already up, or if he just decided to sleep somewhere else since Carlos and I were in here.

"Carlos, wake up," I mutter, shaking his shoulder. He groans, rolling over so his back is facing me. "Carlos."

"I'm tired," my Latino friend whines, snuggling into his pillow. "And you're hogging the blanket." Rolling my eyes, I sit up, pulling the pillow from behind his head.

"Go see what everyone else is doing," I say, lying back down.

"What? Why can't you?" Carlos says, indignant. "I need sleep, too, you know."

"Yes, but I'm fully intent on lying here until I die," I murmur, closing my eyes once again.

"James."

"What?" I say, pulling more of the blanket over to me.

"You can't just stay in here and mope forever," he replies, tugging the blanket from my grip. "Come on. We'll both get up. Then we can go do something, like see a movie or get lunch." I huff, rolling over. Why won't he just go away and leave me alone? I don't want to go see a movie or get lunch. I don't want to do anything. I hear Carlos sigh and get up, and I grin to myself in victory. His footsteps quickly grow silent, and when I'm convinced he's out of the room, I let myself relax. So, when he grabs my wrist and pulls me off the bed, I scream, completely caught off guard.

"What the hell?" I say, but he doesn't answer, lifting me over his shoulder and carrying me out of the room. "Hey! Put me down!" I smack him repeatedly, flailing my legs. "Carlos!" He literally throws me onto the couch, and I glare up at him. Before I can even speak, however, he's gone again. Where is he going now? I swear, that boy makes no sense. I sit up, crossing my arms in annoyance.

"Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed." Katie says, hopping onto the couch next to me. I ignore her, every few seconds glancing in the direction Carlos disappeared to. I just know he's planning something, and I know I'm not going to like it. "Why so angry all of a sudden?" Katie places her hand on my arm, and I turn my gaze to her.

"You mean besides the fact that Logan has been kidnapped?" I snap, and she flinches away, clearly hurt. I immediately feel bad, and let a soft smile appear on my lips. "I'm sorry, Katie. I'm just upset."

"It's okay," she says softly, snuggling into my side. "I miss him, too." I swallow hard against the tight feeling in my throat, and wrap an arm around her shoulders. It's hard trying to comfort someone when you feel like you're about to burst any second, but Katie and everyone else needs me to be strong. So, I'll be strong, for her, for Kendall, Carlos, everyone. I'll be strong for Logan. "Do you think the police will find him soon?" I bite my lip, debating whether or not I should answer truthfully. Being the pessimist I am, I really don't believe that Logan will be found, but I can't tell Katie that. I can't wipe away all traces of hope.

"Yeah, Katie," I say softly, forcing a smile so she won't know I'm lying. "The police are going to find Logan any day now, and everything's going to be okay." She nods, wrapping her arms around my waist in a tight hug.

"I miss you, too, James," she whispers. "You're different now." Guilt creeps into my chest, and I bite my lip, not sure what to say. She's right; I'm different. Without Logan here, life just doesn't seem to make sense. What's the point in living if the one person you care about the most isn't there to live your life with you? What's the point in going on when you feel so alone and helpless? Luckily, I don't have to say anything more, for at that moment, Carlos enters the room, Kendall at his side.

"Get up, James," Kendall says. "And get dressed. The three of us are going to go have some fun." I frown.

"Do I have to?"

"Yes, James," Carlos replies, and I reluctantly stand up, following them to my room. As soon as the door is shut behind me, I'm pouting, kicking at random things in annoyance. Why can't they just accept the fact that I don't want to go anywhere? I'm not going to have any fun, anyway. Grumbling to myself, I pick up a pair of jeans and a sweater off the floor, not really paying attention to the articles of clothing as I tug them on. There's a knock on the door, followed by a "hurry up!" I stare daggers at the door, combing through my hair quickly while trying to simultaneously pull on my socks. After hopping around for a few seconds, I sigh, putting down my comb to focus on my socks. Glancing in the mirror, I decide I look fine, slipping into a pair of shoes on my way to the door. Neither Kendall nor Carlos say a word to me as I walk out, and I raise an eyebrow at them questioningly. They just stand there, staring at me.

"What?" I say angrily.

"Um, isn't that Logan's sweater?" Carlos asks quietly, and I glance down at myself. He's right; I'm wearing Logan's sweater.

"Yeah…" I mutter, frowning. I look horrible in red.

"Okay…" Carlos says, deciding to let it go. I just shrug, looking up to glare at the both of them.

"So, where are we going?" I ask, and Kendall grins.

"You'll see."

Ten minutes later we're standing outside of a small restaurant, a restaurant I know very well. It's Logan and I's favorite place to get lunch, seeing as the food is incredible and it's only several minutes away. Why on Earth would Kendall and Carlos bring me here? Being here without Logan is painful, knowing that he's tied to a bed somewhere, waiting for me to find him. I don't even know if he's being fed. When was the last time he ate?

"I hate you both," I mutter, turning away from the building. "There's no way I'm eating here."

"What? James, you love this place!" I whirl around to stare directly into Kendall's eyes.

"Yeah, when Logan's with me," I snarl. "This is our place. But he's not here, Kendall!"

"I just thought-"

"Well, you thought wrong," I cut in, crossing my arms. "I don't want to eat here."

"Okay, okay," Carlos says, stepping between Kendall and I. "We won't eat here. Let's just go see that new movie. You know, the comedy with the spies?" Of course I know which movie he's talking about. Logan's been dying to go see it for weeks. I'm starting to think Kendall and Carlos are fully intent on making my life miserable. I don't say another word, just turn around and start walking, my head down. I'm really starting to fall apart, aren't I? I can't even think about Logan without feeling the need to curl up in a ball and cry. I can't go to any of our favorite places anymore. I'll be surprised if I can even fall asleep in our room tonight.

"James, wait!" I don't stop, don't look back. I'm stuck in my little shell of misery now, letting myself mope. I don't even care about trying to stay strong anymore. I can't do it. I just can't. Every single emotion I've been feeling washes over me all at once, pain, sorrow, anger, guilt. I can't save him. I can't be there for him. The tears begin, dripping from my chin and onto Logan's sweater. It smells like him, and at the familiar scent, I finally crack, falling to my knees on the ground. I land hard, and pain erupts, shooting up my legs, but I don't care. People are staring, but I ignore them, holding my arms across my chest to keep myself from falling apart.

Arms wrap around me, holding me close, but I push them away. I don't need their comfort. I don't deserve it. This is all my fault.

"It's okay, James," Kendall whispers, and I shake my head in response. "James, look at me." His voice is stern, strong, and I look up at him through my lashes, vision blurred by my tears. "You need to stop feeling sorry for yourself. It's time to get up and face the fact that Logan is gone. You need to deal with it. Breaking down every few minutes in sobs isn't helping anybody, especially not Logan." Kendall stands, grabbing my arm and pulling me to my feet.

"B-b-but-"

"Enough." Kendall cuts me off, grabbing my shoulders and looking me directly in the eyes. "Take a few deep breaths, wipe away your tears, and keep going. I know it's hard, and I know you want to just give up, but you have to be strong. You don't have a choice anymore." As much as I hate to admit it, Kendall's right. He's right about everything, and that just makes me want to cry even more. All this time I've been feeling sorry for myself, when instead, I could have been searching for clues, looking around. I've failed Logan. I sniffle, and Kendall shakes me gently, snapping me out of my shell. I take a deep breath to calm myself, wipe away my tears, and pull away from his grasp. The video I have buried in my closet could help us find Logan, but…I'm still not sure I want anyone else to see it yet. Besides, it's not like it shows much of anything. The police can't do anything with a video of my boyfriend being raped. I open my mouth to say something, anything, but just then, my cellphone rings, and after several rings I manage to dig it from my pocket, glancing at the caller ID. It's Kelly.

"Hello?" I answer, clearing my throat.

"James? Gustavo wants you guys at the studio ASAP. He needs to talk to the three of you."

"Alright, we're on our way," I say before hanging up. "Gustavo needs us." Kendall and Carlos nod. Carlos drapes an arm over my shoulders as we head back to the car, and I lean against him gratefully. I need them if I'm ever going to get through this.

It feels weird walking into Rocque Records without Logan with us, but I push back the pain and concentrate and just walking, taking one step at a time, letting myself relax. I can do this. It's just a quick meeting with Gustavo and Kelly. It's not like we're going to be singing without Logan or anything, because that would just be too much.

"What do you think Gustavo wants to talk to us about?" Carlos asks, breaking the silence that had fallen over the three of us. I glance at him.

"Probably Logan," I reply softly. "We can't exactly record anything or perform without him." Carlos nods his agreement, and then it's silent again, and I'm desperately hoping that someone will say something, anything. The silence is almost unbearable. Thankfully, we reach Gustavo's office before I freak.

"Oh, good, you guys are here!" Kelly greets us, and we nod at her, turning our attention to Gustavo.

"What's up, Gustavo?" Kendall asks, sounding calm and casual, and I wonder how he does it, how he can act like he's not upset so easily.

"Well, as I'm sure you all know, we can't exactly do much until Logan's back," Gustavo replies, and I feel my stomach churn a bit. "No performances, no new songs." We nod. "Unfortunately, Griffin isn't handling this all that well. He wants a new song by the end of the week."

"What?" I practically shriek, eyes wide in horror. "We can't sing a song without Logan! We just can't!" It just doesn't seem right to me, moving forward in our career while Logan has to endure so much.

"I tried telling him that, James. He won't listen."

"That's not fair! We don't have time to record a new song! We need to find Logan!" I complain, falling back into a chair.

"Look, we have a week," Gustavo says gently, and if I wasn't so upset, I would find this strange. Normally, he just yells at us if we complain. "We can talk about this more later. Right now, I've got a song to write." With a wave of his hand, he dismisses us, and we hurry out of his office without another word.

"I can't believe this," Kendall mutters. "Griffin is out of his mind!"

"Maybe the police will have found Logan by then," Carlos says softly, eyes hopeful. Yeah, and maybe his kidnapper won't rape him anymore. Right. As if that will happen.

"Let's just go home," I say, and the other two quickly agree. Just as we start walking, Gustavo starts experimenting with his piano, and my stomach sinks.

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