"Kendall." I heard someone shout but it was barely audible. I was sobbing to the point where I felt like the air was
escaping from me. I was gasping for air. "Kendall." I heard again; behind my blurry vision I got into the nearest cab
not caring for anyone or anything. I just couldn't stick around here anymore. "Where to?" The cab driver asked. "I
don't care anywhere just not here." I said looking out the window seeing Logan run after the cab. I sighed with relief
once I saw him stop running. I lean into the back of the seat "Take me to South side park." I said finally once I was
calm enough to speak. I was quiet in the cab and I hate every minute of it I needed to keep my mind off of the
information I was told today. I desperately thing of any hockey team I've ever liked, andwhat I like about them.
"That'll be 20.56." the guy said. I grabbed a handful of money and flung towards him and got out of the cab. Once the
cab left I walked down the trail and into the wood and found the tree house me and the guys built when we were
kids. I smiled bitterly at the sight and climbed up the tree in the house. It was small but it was the only place I knew
that had no lies, no dirty secrets, just an empty space with four wooden walls covered with hockey teams, popstars
James liked, and that Mathematician chick Logan is obsessed with. I wasn't must, but like I said it was reliable. I
crawled my way to the window and stared out. How could this happen? Why me? This day was suppose to be the
happiest day of my life not the worst. Tears sprang out of my eyes and down my cheek to my chin and then soa
king
my pants legs. "I knew you'd be here." I jumped at the sound of the voice immediately wishing the floor would
swallow me whole. Maybe this small window is big enough for me to jump out. Before I could make another move
Logan's arms were around my shoulders giving me a friendly hug. I wanted to so badly push him away; yell at him for
not being with Jo, giving her some excuse as to why I called off the wedding. He pulled apart to see my face. He
looked concerned "I guess the little chat with your mom didn't go, so well then?" he asked. A sob escaped my lips. I
couldn't answer him. "Dude, tell me what did she say to you? What made you cancel the wedding?" he asked search
for the answer in my eyes. I shut my eyes replaying the words in my mind "She's your sister and aunt Kendall" I
shook my head afraid to use my voice, afraid that I would voice out the truth and he was think I'm worst than scum.
"No, tell me you were more than happy to marry Jo. She must have say something that made you change your mind."
he said the anger was bubbling in his voice. I looked away from him and shook my head again. He grunted in
frustration; he shook me as if that would wake me up. I wished I was dream...Maybe I am and this is all a nightmare
and as soon as I wake up I'll be ready for my wedding, waiting for Jo to walk down the isle. I would around the
church and see my mom, Katie smiling at me, then look at my best friends mentally wishing my the best in life. There
the music would start and Jo would walk down towards me with a big smile and we would get marry and live happily.
A tear slid down my cheek as squeezed my eyes trying to wake up. "Kendall, tell me I'm begging you." Logan said his
voice now filled with sorrow. I stayed quiet trying to weigh my options. "I couldn't do it." I whispered; hoping that he
couldn't hear the lie in it. "But why?" he asked his voice cracking. I looked down at the floor and shrugged off his
arms "B-because J-jo is my." I couldn't bring myself to say so I stopped. "Your what?" he asked trying to get me to
say it. I looked up at him in anger. Why couldn't he just leave me alone. "I stopped loving her." I said so coldly I felt
the frostbite in the words. Logan froze ((no pun intended :)) "What?" he said finally breaking the agonizing silence. I
cleared my throat trying to bring up any false anger "You heard me." I said bitterly. He shook his head "Kendall, how
could you be so, so cold this isn't like you." he said eyeing me skeptically. I looked away then back at Logan. He shook
his head disapprovingly. I hated that, but I'd rather him be mad at me then to look at me like I'm some sick person.
He gave me a last look before leaving. As he descended down to the opening of the tree house, he stopped "You'll tell
me the truth someday, I just hope it's not too late for you." he warned his voice full of sympathy. "Get out." I said
simply no emotion in my voice. I stared out the small window watching the moon, soon the sun was rising, so I knew I
had to go home and face the wrath of everyone's anger. Times like these I wished I was dead. I crawled out the tree
house and began walking slowly to the last place I didn't to go. I looked down at my phone. I stopped walking and sat
down on the ground and turned on the phone; watching as my phone overload on the missed calls, voice mails, and
unanswered text messages. I decided to listen to the voice mail first. Let's just say it varied to pleas for me to come
back to the church to death threats. Same goes for text messages. I guess this is my damnation now; I'm the most
hated man in Minnesota. Can I die now?
A/N: How was that? So like I did last chapter I need your input on this story or else it's not going to be written :) I know it wasn't exactly how you all wanted it, but I was tried involving all your ideas in this chapter. It kind of sucks considering I'm well me and I'm sleepy. I'm going to update my other story also, so that chapter might suck to if so I'm sorry for that chapter too.