Really, I'm sooooo sorry guys! I haven't been uploading in about a moth or two already.

And I didn't really planned to upload today but it's just that this thing has been in my computer for long time already and It's haunting me! :P

Anyways... to the story!

Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN BTR

*Logan's P.O.V.*

Now it's time for the hard part… getting my stuff out.

I have two options one is to sneak my things out or the second one which is tell my parents I'm moving out and I can freely get my things.

Number two is never an option.

But right now it's time to go to my old home.

One's thing for sure my parents should be heading out to their jobs right now, since it's almost night time. It's the perfect opportunity to pack my stuff.

I went home and looked around. It seems that they already left. I went to my room and got some boxes. I took all my clothes out and put them in the boxes. I also put in my books, my pictures and other things. I then placed them in stack and went to bed.

*End of P.O.V.*

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"Good Morning, Logan." The beautiful girl in front of him greeted.

"Hey!" Logan lazily greeted back.

"Busy night?" Camille asked with a smirk.

"Sort of... I packed all my stuff." He said, stepping out of his house.

"You haven't told them yet, have you?" she said.

"Yup, cause I don't want to die." Logan sighing.

"They won't kill you, you're their one and only child. They might be upset but they have to let you go, if you want to be independent then they'll have to understand." Camille said putting her hand on his shoulder.

"I hope so…" he said.

Camille handed him his lunch and ran to the classroom.

"Hey guys, help me move out of my house." Logan said, sitting down with his best friends.

"Where are you moving?" Carlos asked.

"Camille got me this apartment and I already packed so…." Logan started explaining.

"Wait a minute… Camille got you an apartment?" Kendall asked in disbelief.

"Umm, yeah! So tonight come to my house and bring your truck I'm leaving the place." Logan explained

"We're in!" the boys said all together.

"Mom? Dad?" Logan called out but no answer. "Perfect!" he said to himself and went quickly to his room. He took the boxes downstairs one by one.

"All I need is to wait for the guys to arrive with the truck." He said to himself.

"I knew it!" he heard a voice behind him.

He knew exactly who it was but he was too afraid to turn around.

"You though you can get away with this?" the voice asked, Logan knew that they were getting nearer and nearer.

He finally got the courage to turn around to face them.

"A useless son who's trying to run away from his little home!" His mother said.

"We're not idiots, son!" His father hissed.

"Mom…. Dad… I didn't…" Logan tried to make an excuse.

"After what we have done for you!" His mother said grabbing his collar and punching him on the face.

Logan didn't react, he just looked down. The woman let him go and he fell flat on the floor. His father was walking to his direction and lifted his foot, he harshly stepped on his stomach and even applying more pressure to it. Logan shouted in pain. They still wasn't contented them punched, kicked and slapped Logan more.

"LEAVE YOU TRASH!" they both said before storming out of the house leaving Logan just lying there.

After a few minutes he heard a honk before he saw the swing open.

"Logan!" his three best friends rushed to him.

They helped Logan up and escorted him to the truck.

"You rest there, we'll load everything up!" Kendall said before going back to his house to get Logan's things.

Tuesday Morning….

"Logan?" Camille knocked on his apartment door.

"Logan, I'm coming in." she said grabbing the duplicate she had.

She saw Logan lying on the couch all battered up with a few bandages.

"What happened?" she asked.

"My parents didn't took me moving away well and the bandages is the best the guys can do." Logan explained.

Camille sighed and went to the kitchen. She grabbed an ice pack and gave it to Logan. "Put this on that bump on your head." She ordered.

Logan took the ice pack and put it on his head.

"Do you have any bandages around?" Camille asked looking through his boxes.

"I don't think so." Logan told her.

Camille stood up and grabbed her bag before heading to the door "You stay there, I'll go buy some." She said.

"I really appreciate this but aren't you going to school?" Logan asked.

"I think I can skip one day and Jo can handle my job as class president." Camille reassured.

Logan looked at her and she just smiled before leaving.

"The class president skipped school for me." Logan thought.

After a while Camille came back and wrapped Logan's wounds and put a sling for his slightly broken arm.

"There we go; I'll go cook our lunch." Camille said going in the kitchen.

"Thank You…" I whispered.