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"You must be hungry," Martin said as he laid a turkey sandwich in front of Kendall. Kendall shook his head and hugged his knees to his chest as his body shook with violent shivers. Martin sighed as he took a seat next to Kendall, who shifted uncomfortably. "C'mon, kid. Talk to me." The blood on Kendall and the floor had worried Martin.

Kendall shook his head again. He held his knees tighter.

"Why are you shivering so bad, Kendall?" Martin asked. He had no idea of what happened yesterday or the day before, so Kendall's sudden silence was really scaring him.

Kendall shrugged.

Martin saw the sweat coming from Kendall's forehead. He reached out a hand to touch Kendall's forehead. Big mistake.

Kendall started crying as he tried to scoot farther away from Martin.

Martin's eyes widened. The usually fearless teen was shrinking back from him. "What did he do to you?" Martin whispered. He got up and stormed out of the room, headed straight for the bedroom currently inhabited by Gavin.

Gavin was sleeping soundly on a large mattress. "Gavin," Martin said he smacked Gavin's arm to wake him up. He tried again when Gavin only stirred. "Gavin. Wake up!" This time, Gavin woke up.

Gavin sat up slowly, his hand holding his head. "Whoa," was all he could say. Martin and Gavin both knew what was up. Hangover.

"What happened last night?" Martin demanded.

"Drank a little," Gavin replied with a smile.

"You did more than drink," Martin said. "What did you do with Kendall?"

Gavin practically jumped. "Is he gone?" He got out of bed, ignoring the nausea that hit him, and started speeding to the direction of Kendall's room.

Martin stopped him. "He's there," he said, earning a sigh of relief from Gavin.

"Then what's the big deal?" Gavin asked, as if he had done nothing wrong these past few days.

Martin rolled his eyes. "When I see a kid severely bleeding, I tend to worry," he responded. "Not to mention the fact that Kendall refuses to talk and I think he's getting sick. What did you do?"

Gavin chuckled. "He asked for it," he said, already trying to find ways to defend himself.

"I highly doubt that," Martin replied. Martin became more serious. "What happened?" he asked again.

Gavin chuckled as he rolled his eyes. "Kendall's been a bad boy. Don't you agree?"

Martin shook his head. "He's scared! Of course he'll be a 'bad boy' to you. You've threatened everyone close to him!" He started jabbing Gavin's chest with his finger. "Tell me what you did!"

Gavin shrugged. "Alright. Two days ago, Kendall pissed me off. I set him straight."

"Did you beat him?" Martin asked, earning a nod from Gavin. Martin crossed his arms. "What else?" he asked. "There has to have been something else." He could feel his heart beating faster as he awaited the answer.

"Hmm," Gavin hummed. "Last night...seems to be a big blur. I was drunk last night," Gavin reminded him. "Don't worry about him, okay?"

"He's getting sick!" Martin was quick to remind Gavin. "He could die! We don't know what's wrong with him."

"Isn't that what we want?" Gavin asked.

Martin shook his head. "That's what YOU want." He started walking away. "I'm gonna go stay with Kendall. There must be something I can do." Gavin watched as Martin walked away.

Kendall flinched as the door opened once again. He hadn't touched the food Martin left before. He wasn't hungry. Kendall's mind was busy right now. Images of last night plagued his mind. He tried to fight that. He'd think about Katie messing with Bitters, James and Carlos...acting like themselves while Logan tries to stop them from doing something stupid. He would think about his mom, reading her lame romance novels as she finally kicked the boys out. He pictured Camille as she practiced for her roles, putting a little too much emotion as she slaps the next innocent bystander. He'd think about Amirah, trying to come up with a new rap. Kelly trying to stop Gustavo from yelling so much. Kendall started crying. He wanted to be there, apart of all that. He missed everyone, including Gustavo.

"Kendall," Martin's voice brought him back to the present. Martin approached Kendall and took a seat on the floor, careful to be far away enough to not scare him anymore than he already has. Kendall looked up at him, his eyes still full of tears. Martin swore that he saw some trust in Kendall's eyes. Not a lot, but it was a start. "You're still shivering," Martin pointed out. "Do you want a blanket er something?" he offered, earning a nod from Kendall. "Okay," Martin said as he stood up. "I'll be right back, okay?"

Kendall was left alone for a while. His knees still being hugged to his chest. The wait felt like hours as he waited for Martin to return.

Martin came back in, with a blanket and a small box in his hands. He knelt next to Kendall again. Kendall saw that the small box in Martin's hands was actually a first aid kit.

"Before you get your blanket," Martin began saying. "I wanna see if you're okay." He stared at Kendall, looking for even the smallest response. "Does your back hurt?"

Kendall looked up at him after hearing that question. His back DID hurt. Like crazy. He slowly nodded.

Martin sighed. "Listen Kendall. I know you're not comfortable with me touching you right now...But I needa take care of your back...Will you let me? It might hurt less when I'm through."

Kendall took a while, but he finally nodded again.

"Okay," Martin breathed out. He had Kendall turn his body a bit, which was a little hard because he kept getting stuck in his chains. Martin slowly lifted up Kendall's shirt. Martin noticed two things. An intense amount of heat radiated off Kendall's body. The other thing, Kendall's back was...he couldn't describe it. Kendall's back could make any weak stomached person sick. Martin winced in sympathy at the sight of the large cuts. "It might sting a lot, okay?" he warned. He took out a cloth from the box, along with a bottle of alcohol. After putting the alcohol on the cloth, he slowly pressed the cloth onto Kendall's back. Martin felt Kendall's back tense up as he hissed in pain. "Sorry," Martin apologized. "It'll be over soon, okay?" He continued to repeat the process, earning cries, groans, and whimpers from Kendall.

Kendall wanted to beg Martin stop because he was hurting him so bad. But every time he tried, his mind would remind him of one thing. Martin is trying to help. He's not inflicting pain on purpose.

Kendall's thoughts were interrupted as he felt the cloth press against his back. He let out a small scream. He really didn't want to look any weaker than he already was.

"It's okay to let it out," Martin's soothing voice told him. "You're in pain. It's okay. It'll be over soon."

Martin heard Kendall breathe in deeply. One more time. He pressed the cloth to Kendall's back. That seemed to be the breaking point. He felt Kendall's body slacken as he fell forward. Martin caught him and gently laid Kendall's head on his lap. He looked into Kendall's half lidded eyes. "I'm sorry," he said to the hurt teenager. He wiped the tears that had fallen from Kendall's eyes.

Kendall finally closed his eyes. Martin sighed as he rolled Kendall on his stomach. He wrapped Kendall's back in gauze. Martin finally remembered the blanket he had brought in earlier. He moved Kendall, so that he could lay in a more comfortable position, then laid the thin blanket on him. Martin noticed that for once, Kendall looked like he was in peace.

Carlos stayed at the park, hoping the fresh air could ease his mind. He sighed as his phone began ringing. He raised an eyebrow at the sight of Unknown flashing on his screen. "Hello?" he answered after picking up the phone. At first, all he heard were strange noises coming in the background, which started to piss him off. He's had little tolerance for the past few days. "Look, if this is some sort of prank-"

"What?" a familiar voice finally said. "You'll hang up? I don't think Kendall wants you to do that."

"Let me speak to him, Gavin!" Carlos demanded. His voice had gotten uncontrollably higher, and he was hoping no one else was around to hear him.

"That's exactly why I called," Gavin said. "You wanna speak to Kendall?"

"Yes!" Carlos answered anxiously. "Is he okay?"

"I'll let you talk to him," Gavin offered. "But face to face."

"What?" Carlos breathed out. He was completely confused at the moment. "What do you mean?"

"Remember the night you were stabbed?" Gavin asked. He continued before Carlos could respond. Gavin already knew the answer to that question. "You used your quick thinking and ran to a little convenience store."

"What does that have to do with anything?" Carlos asked. At this point, he had grown completely impatient.

"Be there at midnight," Gavin instructed. "I'll take you to your friend."

He couldn't be serious. "How dumb do you think I am?" Carlos asked.

"After observing you," Gavin said. "Very."

Carlos curled his fingers into a fist. "And if I don't come?"

"Kendall's days will be cut short...and it'll be all your fault."

"Why me?" Carlos asked. "Why didn't you ask any of the other guys...or his mom?"

"Because I wanted you," Gavin answered. "Midnight. Convenience store. And come alone." The line cut after that.

Carlos remembered how Kendall sounded over the phone the time Gavin let him talk. Carlos definitely remembered the way Kendall looked after Carlos had gotten that horrid picture on his phone.

He knew that by following Gavin's commands, but he couldn't help but think that maybe, if he went, he could save Kendall. But if it was another one of Gavin's games, he could kill the both of them. He shook the thought out of his mind. Carlos was sure of this more than anything: Kendall was worth the risk. Kendall would do the same for anyone else.

"Okay, Gavin," Carlos said to himself. "Midnight it is." Dad's gonna kill me. Yeah, if Gavin doesn't do it first.

Awwwww Martin. You large-hearted man.

Okay, Gavin. What exactly are you planning?

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