Author's Note: For all those about to quit reading because of how Jagan it's getting, I swear everything's about to get turned on it's head cause guess who's coming back to town. But don't tell because only we know Kendall's back. Also, I'm super nervous about adding this because it was just so emotional to write. You'll see why; I cried for like twenty minutes which made me feel really sad because it's a story, but I've kind of fallen in love with the characters in a way. Their like my fucked up little children. After you read this chapter, tell me how sad you were in the reviews, so we can cry together. Luv Ya. XoXo
A Week Later
The next Saturday was pure bliss for me as James, Camille, Jo and I wondered around town doing nothing in particular. To be honest, I just loved being with all of them, so it was a plus getting shopping in, but not the reason I went. I went because I had finally fallen in love with James and didn't want to leave his side. He made me sing in the morning. He stole my attention in class which was hard because I had an absolute passion for math. He was my everything and I could finally admit it. He was my BOYFRIEND. Camille left at about five to go hang with some other friends from her old school and Jo left about an hour later to give up privacy for God-knows-what reason. But James was very frisky today and I should have known by all the times he touched my ass and moaned that he would want to keep me out late. And that scared me. At ten o'clock I just kept reassuring myself that everything was okay, but at eleven, I knew it wasn't. Finally at eleven-thirty, I convinced James to leave the club and go home. I used every trick in my arsenal and it took a crotch massage to get him to give up. He was reluctant, but he agreed and we turned down the alley to take a short cut to his car. I knew this was a bad idea, but all I could think about was getting home.
And with that very thought, I sealed our fates. Three guys started to approach us from up front when I began to turn around and felt a metal pipe hit my back. It knocked me to the ground and stole my breath when I heard the voice begin.
"I hear you fags put on an extra homo play recently," he started, the skin-head looking man, "We put up with your long hair and touching, but now we have to deal with your rhetoric. It's time to pay up bitch-boys."
"You shut the hell up," I yelled, surprising myself, "it's because of bastards like you that my lesbian friend go raped. And news flash. World War fucking two is over and the Allies won," I started to nerd out, something I had a tendency to do when I got nervous. "So why don't you go fuck a swastika or your sister and leave us alone. You don't see me complaining about how you look like a giant penis not as –." I felt a cold boot heel press into my back as he came over to me and picked me up onto my knees.
"I look like a giant dick huh," he said, "Let's see if you like my giant dick than." He unzipped his pants as two guys who looked just like him held James in attention. He pulled his boxers down and I started to laugh.
"You call that little thing a dick," I started, my courage coming out of nowhere, "that's barely a toothpick. I can't blow something I can't see." He tried shoving his penis in my mouth, but I bared my teeth to show that I wasn't taking shit tonight. He growled before kicking me in the chest onto the ground and calling two big guys over to hold me on my knees again.
"I'm gonna make you watch your boyfriend die," he said simply, "just so you know that if you don't leave, you're next." I began to cry when I realized this situation wasn't a joke anymore; reality hit and I realized that I had put James in danger.
"Wait," I pleaded, "I'll do whatever you want. I'll blow you off or ride you dick. Just don't hurt him."
"To late sweetheart," the cruel man responded, "that offer expired when you came to this town." And with then he took the metal bar and swung it into James's stomach. He swung again, this time aiming at the knees, forcing James to cry out in agony. He dropped the bar and started to hit James hard in the face. I couldn't watch and at the same time, I was so worried about James that I had to take every blow with them. Tears fell down my eyes as I stained the concrete street with tiny rivers of salt water, but when James spat out blood at the skin head's face, I broke free and drove forward to James, pushing the leader into the wall. I grabbed onto James and cried, but he had other intentions for our split second together. James said one sentence:
"I need you to close your eyes Bambi," he said, looking at me deep, "because I don't want you to lose your innocence if I die." The Skin-head man got back up and grabbed me by the hair, throwing me back into his cronies. He continued to beat James harder and I closed my eyes like he instructed, not having the guts to watch the love of my life die. But, I had decided from the beginning that this wouldn't go unavenged like so many other things. With my eyes closed I pulled out my phone and started to video what was going on so that when I went to the cops, I would have enough evidence that they couldn't turn the case down. But I just kept wailing as reality kept hitting me in waves of pain. It wasn't fair. I loved him. It took forever and I finally was able to give him what he gave me. But when I looked this time, he was on his knees, two black eyes and swollen lips as every joint in his body seemed to bleed. The leader kicked him in the chin into the brick wall behind him before he pulled a knife.
"I'm gonna carve your homo fuckin heart out," he stated simply, ripping James shirt open and putting the blade to his chest. The camera phone caught every waking second of it. I hadn't given up on saving him. But I couldn't live through this and neither could he and I knew I had one thing left I could do. I let out a loud cry like an animal; no words, just noise and then I saw a light appear in the midst. A Light in the Midst of shadow and shroud that covered this haunted alley. Next the sound of a gun click.
"Clear the fuck out," I heard a familiar voice yell into the air, "or I swear to God, I'll shoot every last one of you."
"Your bluffin," the Leader said, dropping James as I scrambled forward to start cleaning him up, but I ducked when I heard gun shots. The gang ran away, ran from the alley before the mysterious savior stepped out of the shadows to reveal himself.
"Call 9-1-1, Carlos," Kendall barked out as he put his iphone back in his pocket and walking over to me. At first I was worried he'd sent them off to kill me himself, but as I was cleaning James up, I realized I was better off dead, so I just stopped caring. I ripped the sleeve off of my coat to help bandage some of the wounds that covered his limp body.
"Are, you," he couldn't seem to look me in the eyes, but to be honest he could have been and I just couldn't see it. My eyes were glazed over with tears. "Alright," he finally said, getting on his knees and helping put James back together.
"What the hell do you think," I spat back at him as I started using my tears as alcohol to clean wounds on his body. I couldn't give up; James wasn't supposed to die this way. We were supposed to move away and get married and adopt a daughter and live happily ever after. He wasn't supposed to be beaten to death in an Alley.
"The cops are on their way," Carlos said as he ran back in, "but, I just. What happened?"
"I can't. I don-," I stuttered.
"Stop fucking around, how did this happen to him," Carlos was getting frustrated quickly.
"NO!" I shouted back.
"I don't know why I asked," he said calmly, starting to pace, "THIS IS OBVIOUSLY YOUR FAULT IN THE FIRST PLACE!" Now he was shouting back at me.
"Why would you care?" I tried to shout back, "You were just as cruel to him as you were to me."
"I was never cruel to him," he said back.
"Oh really," I seethed, "because you sure as hell never talked to him when he started dating. ME!"
"It's because I was jealous," Carlos spat back in my face, "Because I loved him more than you ever could have." He turned away from me as Kendall stood up to consol his friend.
"I never. I never knew," I said mournfully while continually wiping blood from James's forehead.
"I guess I was that good at hiding it," Carlos said as he darkly giggled, "because he was all I ever thought about."
"I wish I'd known, I would have never taken him from you."
"I wouldn't have ever said anything in the first place," Carlos sympathized, " I'm not as brave as you and him."
"Neither was I," Kendall finally chimed in, "but I guess that boat has sailed for all of us."Carlos bent down to help me clean James up as the EMS finally arrived and the cops on the scene. I went with James to the hospital when the police pulled Carlos and Kendall over to the side to get testimonies. But, when I climbed into the back of the truck, my phone started to go off:
"Vogue. Move to the mu-." I picked it up before the ringtone could finish and decided that that would be the last time James would get to play with my phone. Then it hit me that this could be the last time he played with my phone. There was silence on both ends for a while when the female voice finally woke me from my trance.
"LOGAN!," Jo cried, "What the hell is going on. Why do I hear emergency sirens. Are you alright."
"James and I were caught outside of an alley and James was beaten badly," I responded in a monotonous tone.
"How are you?" she retorted.
"I don't matter," I said back, "Just get to the hospital quick and find Diamond. Got it." I hung up as soon as I gave my last order and started whispering to James.
"It'll all be okay," I said, "You'll wake up and see. This was all a nightmare," but I knew that was a lie. This wasn't any dream or nightmare, but a twisted version of reality that was very real. Two hours later, Cops had questioned me and took my phone for evidence when they saw the video. (The perpetrators would be caught two days later and all plead guilty, no trial.) Doctors had checked my back and told me it would only be soar while all I did was watch James. Carlos, Kendall, Jo, and Camille all stood behind me while I sat in the seat next to his bed. About thirty minutes later, Jenny Tinkler and Ms. Wainright showed up with some of the other drama girls. It was hard to watch. James was hooked up to numerous machines and i.v.'s and rapped with gauze like a mummy. One leg was in a cast and both of his arms were in slings. The doctor came in at the same time his parents did, and by eleven o'clock at night, we had at least fifteen people there. I thought it would make it better, but a crowd made it worse. Especially when the doctor came in.
"He's in a permanent coma," the doctor started, seeming to deliver the worst news first, but boy was I wrong, "he took too much brain damage to be able to ever survive on his own. Mister and Misses Diamond, would you please follow me into the next room." And immediately I understood why he was doing that. This was the death toll for James.
"Wait," Mrs. Diamond said, mascara and eye shadow smeared all over her otherwise well made up face, "Logan, I think you should come."
"It's highly against proce-."The doctor began, but Mrs. Diamond quickly cut him off.
"This is my son's boyfriend and he should have some say in this," with that, the doctor, Mrs. Diamond, Mr. Diamond, and myself all went into another room to view the scans and analysis of James's condition.
"It's clear to me that James's will not wake up," the Doctor said bluntly, "but it is up to you all to decide whether he stays alive or we take him off of life support."
Mrs. Diamond turned to me, "Logan, honey, how do you feel," and it felt bizarre to me to have his life in my hands when his parents were in the same room.
"What would happen if he woke up," I said to the tall doctor, but this time it was Mr. Diamond who answered.
"He'll be a vegetable if he wakes up," Mr. Diamond responded, "weren't you listening boy!" He hit me in the arm as Mrs. Diamond raised her voice.
"Fucking, calm down frank," Mrs. Diamond screamed, "if you touch Logan again, I'll murder you." I was shocked and questioning why someone I had just met would stand up for me till I realized that she was gripping my hand like a safety blanket because I was the only thing left to link her and her son. I was the only one who knew him the way she probably did. "We've made the decision together that we would pull the plug, but we'd like your input sweet-heart."
Tears rolled down my eyes as I gave the final verdict, "Pull the plug. He doesn't deserve to suffer anymore," and then I collapsed into Mrs. Diamonds arms.