So, my writer's block is finally gone! Yay! Hopefully this chapter turned out okay.

I begin pacing as Kendall places the DVD into the DVD player, unable to sit down or keep still. They're going to hate me for keeping this from them. I should have told them right away.

"James, would you please settle down?" Kendall says, annoyed, and I bite my lip. I can't do this. I can't watch this again. "James!"

"I'll be right back," I mutter, and then sprint for the stairs, hoping I can get past them. Of course, they must have been expecting this, because they move to block my way almost immediately. "I'll come down right back down, guys, I swear!" I stare at them wide-eyed, silently pleading with them to let me through.

"What do you need to go up there for?" Carlos asks, and I start bouncing on my heels in irritation.

"I need to get something," I reply simply, trying to push past them. "I can't watch this without something."

"Without what?" Kendall asks, eyes narrowing slightly. I let out a frustrated sigh, tears coming to my eyes once again.

"Please, just let me through." I whine desperately. "I need...I need something..." And then I fall to my knees, letting the sorrow wash over me. "I can't watch this again! Please don't make me watch it! I need something of his. I need to hold a part of him." Carlos kneels down next to me, concerned.

"Okay, okay, go get whatever you need," he says gently, and Kendall pulls me to my feet. I sigh in relief and sprint up the stairs into my bedroom. My eyes scan the room, looking for something I can wrap myself in, something I can use to comfort myself when things get even worse. I don't want to see Kendall's and Carlos's reactions. I don't want to see the pain in their eyes, the way their shoulders drop in defeat. My eyes finally rest on one of his shirts, lying crumpled on the floor. It'll have to do. I grip it tightly in my hands, bringing it close to my chest as I make my way back downstairs. I just hope this is enough.

"Alright, I'm back," I mutter, though Kendall and Carlos are waiting at the foot of the stairs, making my declaration un-needed.

"Are you okay?" Carlos asks softly, and I nod, forcing a small smile.

"I'm fine," I reply. "For now…" Kendall frowns, glancing back at the TV.

"Is it really that bad?" he asks, and my stomach twists into a knot. I don't answer, silently moving past them and to the couch. I collapse onto the cushions, burying my face in Logan's shirt.

"Just watch it," I repeat, squeezing my eyes shut tightly. The cushions sink down as both Kendall and Carlos join me on the couch, and I glance at each of them before shutting my eyes once again. After a few seconds, Carlos gasps, and I know the video has started. I've only seen the video once, and yet I have the images memorized. The pictures play before my eyelids like a movie, and I squeeze my eyes shut even tighter in an attempt to banish the memories. The image of Logan lying on that bed, that nasty bruise on his cheekbone, is imprinted on my brain.

"Hello there, Logan. No need to cry, now."

I can picture that horrible man's dark blue hoodie, the way his back is facing the camera as he torments my poor Logan. I feel someone shudder next to me, but I can't tell if it's Kendall or Carlos. I lean against them, silently begging the images to leave my mind. I don't want to remember. I don't want to hear the way Logan cries, helpless.

"Don't touch me."

The man's smirk burns beneath my eyelids, and I let out a quiet whimper, trembling. I can't take this, not again. An arm wraps around my shoulders, holding me close, and I force my eyes open to watch the screen. Keeping my eyes closed isn't helping at all. It's just making things worse. I glance up to discover that the arm around my shoulders belongs to Carlos, and burry my head into his side, letting the tears fall.

"You'd better get used to it. Does this hurt?"

I can feel Carlos trembling, and his arm tightens around my shoulders. I want to tell him that everything's alright, that it doesn't get any worse than this, but I can't lie, can't say anything. That terrified look in Logan's eyes…

"Yeah. That's where my face hit the hood of the car."

"That bastard," Kendall mutters from Carlos's other side, and I glance at the video playing on the TV. I regret it as soon as I do, because once my gaze meets the screen, I can't turn away. Logan just looks so helpless, so scared, and I can't turn away from him. He needs me.

"It never would have happened if you'd just listened to me."

Something smashes a few feet away, and Kendall lets out a frustrated shriek. He begins spewing a stream of curse words. I don't even look over at him to see what he broke.

"And let you kidnap me? And I told you not to touch me!"

"That's my Logan!" Kendall says softly, and I hear Carlos let out a shaky breath. "He doesn't have to take any crap from that asshole!" I just shake my head, vision becoming blurred by my tears. They don't know how this ends, but I do. Logan may be acting brave now, but pretty soon he'll be screaming, and Kendall will no longer be cheering.

"Getting an attitude now, are we. I like touching you."

Carlos shudders again, letting out a soft whimper.

"That sick bastard," Kendall mutters, and I let out a broken sob.

"Shhh, it's okay, buddy," Carlos says gently, and I push away from him, clutching Logan's shirt tightly, breathing in his scent. It doesn't help.

"Why are you doing this? What do you want?"

"I want you. You will finally be mine."

Carlos cries out, and I can see the tears beginning to fall from the corner of my eye. Kendall places a hand on his shoulder, but I can tell that he, too, is trembling. I want to pull him into a hug and comfort him, but all I can do is stare at the screen, my stomach churning.

"I already have a boyfriend."

"You won't ever see James again."

"Please stop."

"Oh god, he's…" Carlos mutters. "He can't!" Kendall wraps him in a hug. "No! He can't do this, not to Logan!" Both of my friends are crying now, and I lean against Carlos again, needing some sort of support for what's about to happen.

"Don't worry. I'm not going to hurt you. Much."

"Don't! No!"

"No!" Carlos screams once again, sobbing. "Please no!"

"Carlos-"

"He's raping him, Kendall! I can't…I can't watch anymore."

"So beautiful."

"No! Stop! Please don't…"

"I've waited so long to do this…"

"No!"

Logan's scream hits me like a ton of bricks, and I cry out in agony as his screams continue, ripping me apart, breaking me. Carlos breaks down, his sobs mixed with whimpers, and something else smashes. I can't do anything but watch, frozen.

"No, no, no…"

"Turn it off, Kendall! Turn it off!" Carlos sobs, and Kendall quickly does just that, hopping off the couch and ejecting the DVD. He drops it to the floor before turning to me, horrified, tears continuing to run down his cheeks.

"Why didn't you tell us, James?" he asks quietly, and I look up at him, meeting his eyes.

"You saw the video, Kendall," I say simply. "I didn't want you to know. I didn't want to see you upset."

"But this is- James, do you even realize how important this is?" Kendall shrieks, and I just stare at him. "We need to show this to the police and-"

"The police can't do anything with the video," I say harshly, cutting him off. I stand up and pick up the DVD, flinging it in front of his face. "What can they do with this, Kendall? Huh? It's just a fucking DVD!" I throw the DVD onto the couch, and Carlos cringes away from it. "All it tells us is that Logan is being raped!" Kendall looks surprised by my outburst, taking a step back, eyes pained.

"But maybe-"

"Maybe what, Kendall? You can't see the guy's face, you don't know his location. He could be all the way in fucking New York by now." I say, eyes flashing. "Everything isn't going to be okay. We're never going to see Logan again, so stop saying he's fine. He's clearly not fine, Kendall."

"James…?" Carlos whimpers from the couch, and I whirl around to face him. As soon as I see him, my anger fades away, and I'm falling onto the couch next to him, wrapping him in a hug. I let him sob into my shirt, letting my own tears continue to fall. "James, he… Logan…"

"I know," I whisper. "I didn't want you to see that, Carlitos." He shakes his head slightly.

"No, I wanted to see it," he mutters, voice muffled. "It's good that I know. I just…I didn't think…" I pull him closer, reaching behind me for Logan's shirt. Silently, I hand it to him, and he glances up at me, confused.

"Just take it," I say gently. "It might help."

"How is this going to help- Oh," he mutters as the scent reaches his nose. "Oh James, it smells just like him…"

"I'm still calling the police," Kendall speaks up, taking out his phone. "I don't care what you say. They might be able to use it. What if there's finger prints on it?" I don't say anything, letting him dial the number. I seriously doubt that the kidnapper left fingerprints. If he's smart enough to have kidnapped Logan, hidden our car where no one will find it, and leave pink envelopes in my bedroom when no one's home, then I'm sure he's smart enough to not leave any prints. And then it hits me.

"Kendall, the kidnapper left that DVD in my room when no one was home," I say, gently pulling away from Carlos. "Maybe the police can catch him the next time."

"We could set him up," Kendall adds, smiling ever so slightly. He quickly finishes dialing the number, and I turn back to Carlos.

"We're going to catch him, Carlos!" I say softly, my tears stopping. "Why didn't I show this to you guys before? Oh my god, all this time Logan's been suffering because of me!" And then I start to cry once again, the guilt taking me over.

Sorry for yet another cliffhanger; I just can't help myself. But don't worry, there's lots in store for the boys. I've got a bunch of things planned, so don't expect the story to end anytime soon. :P