Chapter two: A child isn't born hateful
The Volkswagen van drove slowly through the snowy night, a comfortable silence filled the warm cozy inside. The boys hadn't spoke a single word except for the occasional direction James gave Kendall that he printed from "Mapquest" the air was thick and tense.
Logan sat in the open back, his head held by his arm as he looked at the passing street lights with irritated eyes from crying so much. It's starting to sink in deeper. The pain of not being wanted by his parents anymore. It was a horrible feeling, knowing that you're basically on your own from here on out.
His chest tightened at the thought. It felt like his ribs were closing in on his heart, as if his bones had created this sort of suffocating cage that had trapped his heart. "They left you, they don't want you anymore…you're on your own" his brain teased him with those painful thoughts. His tears began to blur his vision once again, he tried to swallow but it felt like an impossible thing to do right now. He choked on the lump he felt constricting his throat. He wiped his tears with the back of his sleeve.
He tried to get his mind of the numbing pain but it was hard. Making himself a bit more comfortable, he settled his throbbing head against one of the pillows they brought and let sleep consume him. He's emotionally drained. He could use all the rest he can get…
Many of us crucify ourselves between two thieves - regret for the past and fear of the future.
I regret the past? I'd like to think that but the simple fact that this is for change and acceptance makes me proud to say that no regret has been given on my part. Do I fear for the future? Definitely. I don't know what exactly is going to happen from this point, tomorrow, in an hour, in a minute. I don't know if I'll wake up tomorrow or smile again or see my friends or family. That is something I cannot predict. Only time can tell. But maybe this is the path that will lead me to an open door.
They say that time changes things, but you actually have to change them yourself.
This is exactly my heart set mission: to change time, to make a difference. To open their eyes. The world is a monster and we're its victims. We can be bait and be the ones that go under first, or we can be the hook that reels the world in and make it our own.
Only time will tell.
"James, have your parents called you yet?." asks Kendall as he pumps gas into the van. James takes his phone out and nods.
"Yeah, like a billion times."
"Wait. Can't they track you with your cell phones?." asks Logan. James looks to Kendall how looks like he's come to realization.
"Shit we didn't think about that." says Kendall pulling out his own cell phone.
"Get rid of them." says Logan suddenly. James looks at him with a horrified expression.
"What? Why?."
"Because they can have the police track us down and then it would be bye, bye California." Logan reasons. James looks to Kendall for help.
"He's right." he says. James gulps. He doesn't want to get rid of his phone. It's pretty.
"But Ken-
"No James." he snatches the phone from the pleading brunette. Kendall puts them under the cars tire and quickly jumps in and backs the car up on top of them, making James wince and yelp at the cracking noise it makes as it demolishes the poor plastic communication devices. His heart breaks as he sees his dead, broken customized baby. That shit was not cheap.
James's mouth is wide open in horror. He turns to glare at the smaller brunette who smiles back at him nonchalantly. James crosses his arms and pouts.
"What about you Logan? If we have to get rid of ours, you get rid of yours." he says childishly.
"I got rid of mine before we left." he states with a shrugs. James mutters something under his breath and walks into the mini mart for some snacks. Logan gazes off into the star filled sky with a sad sigh, Kendall notices and frowns. He knows Logan is still in a fragile state, as much as he want's to talk about it, he knows not to push it further, so the best he can do right now is to encourage his friend. To be there for him.
"You okay bro?." he asks. Logan looks at him with a small smile and a shrug.
"I guess… his voice is raspy. Kendall is about to say something else but James comes into the picture.
"Okay, I have: Hot Cheetos, Doritos, Fritos, Warheads, Pop Rocks, Dr. Pepper, Coke, Arizona, Recess cups, Snickers, Butterfingers, Milky ways, blah, blah, blah and Blow pops."
The last one is directed towards Kendall with a two suggestive brows and a wink. Kendall rolls his eyes and says something about James buying up the whole store and him being a horny fool. They all jump back into the van and exit the gas station.
Minnesota.
"No Brooke James is not here, but neither is Kendall and most of his clothes are missing." Jennifer Knight, sighs rubbing her forehead. She woke up to an empty room and non stop phone calls from the Diamonds.
"Jen, where could they have gone? I just don't understand…why would they want to run away?." it sounds like James' mom might have been crying.
"I know. I know, Brooke. But listen why don't we meet at Joana's house? Maybe Logan knows something."
"Okay Jen, I'll see you there in a few minutes." she ends the phone call. Mrs. Knight wipes her eyes once more and calls out for Katie who has been in her room the whole morning, worried and sad. After she comes down they jump into the van and drive down the block towards the Mitchell residence. When they arrive Brooke is just stepping out of her truck. She runs and hugs Jennifer before they walk up to the door and ring the door bell. a few seconds later Joanna opens her door looking defeated, her hair is messy, her eyes are red and puffy.
"Oh Joanna…says Mrs. Knight before both her and Brooke pull her into a hug.
"What's wrong sweetie?." asks Brooke.
"Logan is gone." she says in a flat tone. With no emotion. Jennifer looks to Brooke with wide eyes and shocked expressions…
"This was planned." says Mrs. Knight as she sets down a coffee mug on the dining table.
"Of course they planned it…but who knows for how long." says Brooke as she stirs her tea.
"Last night I saw them." says Joanna very softly. The other women's heads shoot up at the confession.
"What?." asks Jen.
"Last night…before they left. Logan was sneaking out at around 2 in the morning with James and Kendall."
"What? Why are you telling us this now!." exclaims Brooke. Jennifer runs to her to calm her down.
"I tired to I really did! But Dean didn't let me! I even tried to sneak out to go over to your houses! But he held me back, he didn't let me do anything. Not call the police, not you, nothing…he wants nothing to do with Logan anymore…my baby." she puts her face in her hands and begins to sob. Brookes glare softens and they walk over to her and throw their arms around her shaking shoulders.
"What do you mean, he wants nothing to do with Logan anymore? He cant just decided that he doesn't want a son anymore." says Jen.
"B-but he did. And I didn't do anything to keep Logan or the boys from leaving. Last night….Logan came out to us."
Jen and Brooke look at each other with shocked expressions.
"He told us he was gay…and that he just wanted us to accept him…but Dean closed the door on him and I didn't do anything to help him…
She cries.
"That's why he left…he said that he wants acceptance…that he just wanted his father and mother to accept him…and now it's too late…he's gone."
"Joanna, you have to realize that this is partially your own fault."
"BROOKE!." yells Jen.
"Save it Jennifer. If she would have just stepped up and accepted her son for who he is, then he'd be here right now."
"WHAT ABOUT YOUR KIDS! WHAT ABOUT JAMES AND KENDALL! WHY WOULD THEY RUN AWAY? WHAT COULD POSSIBLY BE WRONG WITH THEM?."
"Are you implying that there is something wrong with Logan?." says Brooke.
"He's a fag! Of course there is."
Jennifer and Brooke have never been more offended.
"No there is not Joanna! He is your son. No matter gay or straight or bi, he will always be your son!." yells the usually calm and collected Jennifer.
"Well until he changes his evil ways, he's going to have to stay wherever he is."
"You make absolutely no sense. A minute ago you were crying because he is gone, and now you're bashing your own son…you should be ashamed." Brooke gets up and grabs her purse. Jen does the same and they both walk towards the door.
"We're going to find them…and until you step up and be the mother that Logan deserves…I will." says Jennifer opening the door.
"So will I. when you get your husband and your hateful views out of yourself…call us." Brooke closes the door behind her and Jennifer. Joanna breaks down into tears again. They're right. Absolutely right…
Maybe there is some hope…for James and Kendall.
"We're finally exiting Minnesota." says Kendall with a breath of relief. James smiles and bounces in his seat quite adorably, while Logan sighs sadly. This is finally happening. They're going through with this. California here we come.
My Mexico…
A journey of a thousand miles must begin with one step.
Carlos' POV.
When I was a little boy abuelita told me stories about the boy that never grew up. His name…Peter Pan. He had no worries, maybe only Hook would give him trouble every now and again, but Peter always put him in his place. Peter was what every kid wanted to be…what every adult want's to be. He never had to worry about the "real world" he didn't have to worry about sickness, money, safety, shelter, family…nothing. He is as free as the eagle that soars the high skies. Maybe with this journey so will I…
I'm a bad kid, don't know wrong from right.
So? did you like it! even though it was kind of like a short shit. But I'm going to try and update this regularly. I hope you liked it, review? thank you.
I ❤ you bad kids!