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William Knight wrapped his hands around his wife's waist. "So. Dinner? I got that promotion two days ago and we haven't been able to go out. C'mon. Let's celebrate." Jennifer looked into the pleading green eyes of her husband. "I may have already called a babysitter and told her to come at 7:00." William chuckled nervously as he rubbed the back of his neck.

Jennifer raised an eyebrow. "Okay. Okay. Fine. We can go tonight." Jennifer hated leaving her kids, and since her husband worked a lot, she didn't leave the house that much.

William smiled. "Great! Now go get ready. We're going to Guadinolli's."

Jennifer gasped. "We can't afford that place."

William pulled out two slip of paper from his pocket. "Promotion gift."

Jennifer smiled and started getting ready for their dinner. She knew that William would make sure this night would be special. He never let her down. She pulled out a red dress and black high heels. She would hate to come under dressed to a fancy restaurant like that. Embarrassing.

"Jennifer? Jennifer?" A familiar voice pulled her out of her thoughts. She snapped and saw Sylvia and her husband in front of her. "Are you okay?" Sylvia asked.

Jennifer nodded. "I-I was just thinking...How's James?"

"Asleep," Sylvia answered. "You should get some sleep too."

Jennifer sighed in response. "I can't."

The Garcias took a spot on the couch next to her. "Is something wrong, Jennifer?" Mr. Garcia asked.

Jennifer sighed. "I've just been really worried. About the boys. About us. And Kendall still doesn't know about...you know." She couldn't get herself to say it.

"Kendall was young when it happened." Sylvia tried to comfort her. She put a hand on Jennifer's shoulder. "There wasn't a good time to tell him. We all even forgot about him until Gavin was arrested again last year."

Jennifer turned to Mr Garcia. "If you say Gavin was the one who might have attacked Carlos and Logan, do you think he'll come after Kendall and Katie?"

The Garcias looked at each other. They didn't want to say anything that would scare her. Mr. Garcia began talking like a cop. "Jennifer, like I said, it hasn't been confirmed that Gavin is even the one that did that to Carlos and Logan," he hesitated before continuing. "But...if it was him, we...we can't put it past him." He saw Jennifer's eyes going watery. "But we're doing everything in our power to make sure our kids stay safe, okay? God help Gavin Rollins if I ever see him again."

Jennifer nodded in appreciation. Sylvia remembered one more thing. "But I think Kendall deserves to know who Gavin Rollins really is."

"I know," Jennifer acknowledged. "I think Kendall still has nightmares about finding his dad dead at home. There was blood everywhere." The Knights ended up moving out of that house. It was impossible to stay there. Kendall was only seven at the time. No one believes that he fully recovered from that day.

They never told Kendall the name of the man that killed his father. He never asked, and Jennifer didn't ever want to think about Gavin ever again. One thing Kendall did know, was Gavin's face. He'd seen Gavin's arrest on TV.

The news caption held the words, "Killer of William Knight Arrested." Jennifer saw her son begin to have a breakdown in the living room. She had to quickly turn off the TV as she held her son close.

There was a trial, of course. But Kendall didn't go. Since Kendall and Jennifer walked into the bloodied house at the same time, what Kendall saw, Jennifer saw. Her testimony was enough. Kendall and Katie were left home with a babysitter.

Jennifer still can't believe that Kendall had gone this long without knowing who killed his father.

Exhaustion was evident on Jennifer's face. "We'll be by your side when you tell him. When you tell him and Katie." Sylvia said to her. Jennifer smiled. "But right now, you need to get some sleep."

Jennifer stood up, ready to head to her bedroom. "Thanks, you two. I'll need all the help I can get."

Once Jennifer had left, the Garcias pulled out the bed from the couch. They quickly went to sleep. The recent events still plaguing their minds.

"D-Dad. Wake up. Please wake up." The next morning, Mr. Garcia felt someone gently shaking him. Only to realize it was his son's hand. His son's voice. He sensed the worry coming from his son, which made him wake up quickly.

"Carlos," he said as he rose from the bed. "What's wrong, mijo?"

Carlos' face was etched with worry, and it looked like he'd start crying any minute. "I-It's James. Something's wrong."

Mr. Garcia sprang up from the bed, waking up his wife. "What's going on?" she asked, still half asleep.

Carlos didn't respond as he pulled his father into the room shared by him and James. Kendall and Logan were in the room also. James was awake, but barely, and it was clear he wasn't doing too well. James was shivering, but covered in sweat. That was bad, but that wasn't what had worried them the most. Everyone could hear James' breathing, and they could tell that every breath he took in was a struggle. Every few minutes, his arms or legs would spasm and James would gasp with pain. "Oh my God," Sylvia gasped as she walked in. She ran to Jennifer's room to wake her up.

"He's burning up," Logan said as he felt James' forehead.

"We needa get him to a hospital," Mr. Garcia said as he made his way over to James. They saw James body convulse as he emptied his stomach contents on the floor. He gave everyone an embarrassed look.

Jennifer handed the keys to the van to Mr. Garcia as she entered the boys' room. "We can't all fit in the van," she said as she tried to keep calm.

"Don't worry," Mr. Garcia said as he took the keys. "I'll take the boys in the van. All of you can stay here." Jennifer nodded as Kendall picked up James bridal style. "Let's go," Mr. Garcia commanded the boys as everybody ran out of the apartment.

In the van, Kendall sat in the backseat, allowing James's head on his lap. "K-Kendall," James voice was barely above a whisper. " 'm c-cold."

"It'll be okay, James," Logan said from his seat in the middle row of the van. "You probably just have the flu." Logan didn't even believe himself. No flu should be this bad. James didn't look good at all. "J-just hang on, buddy."

Kendall, Carlos, and Logan sat in the van in disbelief. They were rushing to the hospital, a place they wished they didn't have to go to again anytime soon.

James lost consciousness soon after, but they were close to the hospital by then, so they didn't feel a need to try to wake him up again.

Once they had entered the hospital, James was snatched from Kendall's grasp, put on a gurney, and whisked away.

That night, the boys went home, James included. Honestly, they were all freaking out. "I-I'm gonna get some sleep, okay guys?"

"Are you sure you're okay James?" Logan asked. James was keeping a calm front, but his best friends saw right through it. James nodded. "Okay buddy. Well if you need us..." Logan trailed off.

"Thanks man." James made his way to the shared room he had with Carlos.

Camille and Amirah made their way to apartment 2J. Camille rapidly knocked on their door. Carlos answered the door. "Yes?" he answered the door, a little agitated.

"How's James?" Camille asked, ignoring Carlos' tone. Carlos invited the two girls in, seeing that they were genuinely concerned.

Logan and Kendall plopped on the couch.

"The good news is, he was brought in on time..." Kendall began. He sighed as he continued. "The bad news is. He was poisoned."

Gasps came from the two girls. "H-How was that even possible?" Amirah asked.

"I'm not sure," he answered. "But the doctors ran some tests on him, and the poison seemed to be administered about ten to twelve hours before we sent him to the hospital."

Everyone looked to Logan, who looked like he was counting in his head. "8:00PM sound about right?" Kendall shrugged and nodded. "When we were at Amirah's..." Logan trailed off. Everyone's eyes shifted towards the accused musician.

Amirah's eyes widened as she raised her hands as if surrendering. "Everything I use to cook is all natural. I swear." Amirah looked toward Carlos. "But..."

"James said his hotdog tasted funny!" Carlos blurted out, suddenly remembering the incident. Carlos began gesturing wildly. "We went to go pick up ingredients with Amirah yesterday. You know, for the dinner we had for Logie! I got sooooo hungry so we stopped at a hotdog stand...but why would a guy selling hotdogs wanna hurt James?"

"What was he even poisoned with?" Camille asked.

Logan sighed. "Th-they found small traces of arsenic."

Okay, so there it is. No matter how many time I tried to fix it, it always ended up the same way. Ugh! Anyway, was this chapter okay? I plan to put in one or two more flashbacks to show what happened to Kendall's dad...well in detail.

Hopefully something will hit on how I coulda improved this chapter, therefore making me commit it to memory, so I won't make that mistake again. Can you guys spot it, or am I just being paranoid?