Wasteland

A Big Time Rush Faction

Disclaimer: I Don't Own BTR.

3 Weeks Later

My life is a living hell. I haven't spoken to anyone. I've ignored everyone. I just go to school and come home. I've lost 19 pounds cause of my lack of eating. I've cried myself to sleep for the past while. I'm sick and tired of everything and everyone. Not one person has seen James since the encountering. It's all my fault. Kendall acts like he doesn't even know me. I'm like the sticky gum stuck to the bottom of his shoes, However no matter how much he scrapes, I'll always remain. Good news, my body has healed. My bruises are gone, my back still remains with a scar of 3 diagonal lines, and my stitches look like they've never even been there.

I look at the clock as I remain lying down on my bed, 2;50 PM. It's Friday. I just came home from school. I haven't worn any make up. James always told me that I never needed it. James. The site or even the harmony of his name just makes me want to bawl. I've worn nothing but sweaters, sweatpants, sweatshirts, and boots. I snuggle up against his Minnesota Timberwolves sweatshirt. The tears suddenly start streaming down my face at the smell of it. The smell of Axe body spray.

I close my eyes to rest when I hear a knock upon my door. Knock.

"I'm doing homework!" I yell, the lie comes out of my mouth hoarse as ever as I choke on my tears. Knock. Oh my God. I sit upright on my bed and wipe the tears away with my sweatshirt sleeve. Knock.

"OKAY! I'M COMING!" I yell to the person behind the locked door. I get up off of my bed and unlock the door. Before opening I take a deep breathe of depression.

Mom. Her beautiful ginger hair abnormally straightened, A pair of red heels to match her vibrant red lipstick, Eyeliner prepped on her eyes making her look like she just came out of a catalog for Sephora, Blush making her look like a tomato, and lastly a black dress that makes her look 10 years younger. My feelings towards my mother aren't good. They're full of dislike, anger, and annoyance. The thing that made me really angry was that she didn't support me whatsoever, however she agreed and supported Kendall. I can't stand my family at this point of time and it aches my heart because they're family.

"Yes?" I question her presence with a harsh attitude..

"Listen, A friend of mine and I are going out to discuss work, I won't be back until late, OK?" She says all so normally. I stay there silent, resting my shoulder on to the door frame.

"Katie, you need to understand." She says sternly," You're too young. You need to realize that your still vulnerable. He's four years older than you and is your brother's best friend. How dare you even think to go out with him behind our backs? I honestly don't approve of this and it's obvious that your brother doesn't either. It's especially hard for your brother cause they have been best friends ever since they were 3 and it's like as if both of you have betrayed him. Just please, get better, I don't even understand why your acting like-

"Mom! You wouldn't understand! Just please go!" I yell as the tears start streaming down my face. She casually just leaves down the stairs and out the front door.

I close my door. I run to my bed and roll my self up like an armadillo. I can't take it anymore. I can feel the puffy and swelling in my eyes. I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything James. I'm sorry for leaving the note out, I'm sorry for causing you so much trouble, I'm sorry for my mood swings, I'm sorry for my moments, I'm sorry for that kiss that we had that lead us to dating, I'm sorry for me causing you pain, I'm sorry for everything, but most of all, I'm sorry for not saying 'I Love You' back. Just Please, Please, Please, Please, Come Back.

I awake from my slumber to various noises of two things randomly hitting. I rollover to see the time, 9;34 PM. Thud. What the hell is going on? I stay in my place, I try to not make any sudden movement, I control my breathing. Thud. It's coming from the window.

I rollover once again. Thud. There it is again. I get on my knees before taking a deep breathe and opening the window. Before I can reach my head out, the hard surface of a rock comes through and hits me on my nose causing my head to bob-back. I feel a funny glaze coming from out of my nose. I put my hand right underneath my nose and feel the consistency of blood. Shit. I peek my head through the window slowly. The tears suddenly start streaming down my face again.

"Ja-Ja-James?" I quiver. These weren't tears of jovial, or heart ache, or sadness, these were tears of anger. Of anger and hate. Why do I suddenly feel this was? Why? How? I don't know, but I do. I get a good glimpse of him to see that he has various bruises on his face and his shirt. It has blood on it. Dry blood smeared all over the white and navy blue stripped shirt.

"Katie, You're in danger." He says very low with heavy breath.

"That's all you could say!? I haven't seen you, NOBODY has seen you for 3 fucking weeks and that all you can say?" I whisper loudly, but not too loud, to awake the neighbors. I fucking despise him at the moment.

"Katie, I'm sorry, but you need to come." He says with a rush. His breathing still heavy. Was he in danger? Why should I care?

"You murderer." The blood on his shirt explains it all. The beast. I can't go with him knowing that I'm endangered with that 'Thing' inside of him.

"Katie, Please. I need you to come. Now. Someone- thing is after us." He says. Wow, lies. Just for me to come with him.

"James, Fuck You." The tears start swelling in my eyes as I go to close the window, but something tells me to follow him. My heart is telling me to go, but my mind is telling me to stay. I'm confused.

I walk to my vanity and open a moist towelette and dab the blood stains from underneath my nose. As I dab, I get to think of things, what if this really is a horrible situation? What if this is all reality? I want to understand what's going on. I need answers to things. I need to think things through. I need to stop running away from my problems. I need James. I run back to my window.

Suddenly the words flow out of my mouth," James?" I question as I look back out of my window. Surprisingly, he was still there. He lifts his head up to me with a smile.

"I'm coming." Is all I said.

"Katie, pack your things."

"What? Why? I can't leave home. I thought you just needed me for awhile?" I say, my voice croaking.

"Katie, Trust me." He says.

"OK..." I say, maybe I really am naive. I roll over one last time before emptying everything out of my rucksack school bag. I empty all of my books, and school items. I run quickly to my dresser and I start stuffing clothes into the bag. Suddenly I hear a knock at my door. Fuck. I lower the noise of my pacing. I start sliding make up into the bag as well. Knock.

"Katie, It's Kendall. I wan't to speak to you." I hear from behind the door. Not now, I'm begging you. Don't make me cry. You try to get away from me, but you keep on pulling me back.

I stuff my bag until I have no more room. Shit is that all I can really take with me? I don't even know how long we're going to be gone. Hopefully not long, but it's always good to be extra prepared. Suddenly I remember having a duffel bag inside of my closet from when I joined the schools softball team. Knock. I quickly close my bag and swing it onto my bed. I run to my closet and open the door. I search around for the duffel and find it successfully. I zip open the bag and start grabbing at my clothes and putting them inside. Knock. I was able to fill almost half of my clothes into the bag until I forgot that I needed shoes. I ran to my shoe rack, I grabbed at least two pairs of each kind of shoe I had. Knock. Would you leave me the hell alone!? I quickly run inside of my bathroom and grab my toothbrush, toothpaste, and the rest of my make up. Knock. There I'm ready.

"Katie...?" I hear again behind the bare cold door.

And then a sense of realization hit me. How am I going to escape? I go to run to my window until I stop at my bed and slip on James' sweatshirt and my Australia UGG boots. I rest the duffel on the bed as well before walking over to my nightstand. I gaze at the picture in the frame of Kendall, Mom, and I, before all of this happened. The tears start whelming in my eyes. We all looked so happy. I give the picture a hug then rest it on its frame down.

"James? How do I get out? Someones at my door. I don't know what to do." I say with my voice croaking from tears. Knock.

"Katie, Don't cry. But you'll have to trust me on this one." I nod at his words,"You need to jump."

"What? Are you crazy? I can't. I won't make it." I say. Knock.

"Katie, you have to trust me."

"I trust you."

"Now, drop your things." I do as he said and dropped my things, He successfully caught them and rested them properly on the ground.

"Katie, you'll have to jump, please, trust me." I take various deep breathes before stepping on the window pane. I'm sorry Mom and Kendall. Knock I'm sorry for everything. Knock I love you guys. I jump. The breeze running through my hair. Before I know it, I feel the warming, welcoming, hands of James. Before I open my eyes to see him, as Niagara Falls start flowing out of my eyes, I give him a hug. A hug of heart ache. He rest me down on the ground.

"James..." The redness and irritation in my eyes growing larger. He nods in understanding," I'm gonna miss them." I say as I bury my head in his chest, Instead of the smell of his normal Axe, I get a whiff of blood. Then I remember the blood on his shirt. I back away, but he grips on to my wrist.

"Katie, calm down, I'll explain soon." He says as I look at him up and down. The bruises on his face explain it all, it's obvious that he got into an physical altercation. I nod in response.

"Now come on." He kisses my cheek and wipes the tears away from my face. Oh, how I missed those lips of his. He grabs my duffel and grips on it tightly before handing me my bag. I slip my hands through the bag sleeves and let it rest uncomfortably, full of clothes onto my back. Shit. I forgot my pills. The pain relief pills that my doctor prescribed. Before I know it, I'm being tugged along side by James. I start controlling my movement.

Questions just keep remaining in my mind, as we run. Are we fleeing? Are we leaving forever? Why are we leaving? Where are we going to go? Why are we doing this?

We've remained running for what feels like forever. I suddenly feel like a knot is swelling in my throat, and it gets hard to breathe. Suddenly, James and I stop to a halt in front of the city-sized forest.

"Ja- Ja- James... I can't br- breathe." The words come out of my mouth with heavy breathe.

"Katie, calm down. Where is your inhaler? I think your having an Asthma attack?" He questions me putting a hand on my cheek wiping away tears with his thumb. Had I been crying this whole time? I honestly didn't care. Then I realized, I forgot my inhaler. Shit.

"Forgot it." I say trying to stay calm, but my heart keeps on beating heavily, my lungs are gasping for air, my throat dry as ever.

Suddenly, everything starts to get blurry and my knees start to grow numb.

"James?" I say falling into his arms.

"Katie, everything is going to be OK. I've gotten you." With his words, I rest my head upon his chest and with the shut of an eye, I'm out cold.

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P.S. If you guys don't read my other story, 'The Better Half' then you will know that I've created a schedule to post a new chapter to each story every other day or every two days!