Alright peoples. Here's the next chapter.

I'm listening to my Pandora right now. Journey songs keeps popping up for some reason...but am I complaining? Nope! They're amazing and all their songs just seriously move me!

Anyway...Enjoy!

The plan rang in Carlos' head as he checked his watch. It was now 11:30PM. He laid in bed, hearing the soft snoring coming from Logan and James. He hadn't gone to bed. He slowly crept out of bed as he reached for some decent clothes. And by decent, he meant anything that didn't resemble an old black T-shirt and Spongebob pajama pants. Kendall was coming home. He was sure of it.

He changed into some black jeans, Vans, and his purple and black shirt. A shirt Kendall had given him a few years ago. He grabbed the doorknob, so close to leaving.

"Carlos?" James' sleepy voice made Carlos' heart stop. He froze, not knowing what to do. "Carlos cut it out."

Carlos let out a sigh of relief. James was dreaming. What he was dreaming about, Carlos couldn't imagine. James and Logan hadn't been told of the plan. They just couldn't know. He wouldn't allow it. He crept out the bedroom. He saw his parents sitting on the couch, their faces etched with worry.

"Mami. Papi. I'm ready," he said to his parents as he approached them.

"I really don't want you doing this," Sylvia said as she stood up to hug him.

Carlos willingly returned the hug. "I know Mami. But I have to. For Kendall."

Mr. Garcia grabbed Carlos' helmet of the couch. He placed the helmet on his son's head, then pulled him into a hug. "Just remember everything I told you."

Carlos nodded in acknowledgement. "It'll be okay," he whispered to them, hoping to calm them down just a little bit. He took a deep breath as he grabbed the keys to the maroon convertible. "I love you guys," he whispered. He began heading out the door and gently closed the door behind him. At this point, there was no turning back. He didn't know what awaited him at the convenience store, but he was desperate to find out.

The drive to the convenient store seemed like hours. But when Carlos checked the time again, it was only 11:58. He could feel his hands shaking as he parked his car in the store parking lot. When he saw headlights pulling up, he knew it was time.

A old red truck had made it's way next to him.

Carlos slowly stepped out of his vehicle, shoving his shaky hands into his pockets as Gavin rolled down his window and smiled.

"I thought you'd chicken out," Gavin said when Carlos approached the driver's side of his truck.

Carlos shook his head. "Not for Kendall." He stretched his neck a bit to see if Kendall was in the truck, but slumped his shoulders when he found out that wasn't the case. "Where's Kendall?" he asked.

"I said you can him." He smiled again, sending shivers down Carlos' spine. "Get in." Gavin waited for a response from Carlos. He could see Carlos' hesitation as he debated whether or not he should really enter. "Get in," Gavin repeated, this time his voice a little more forceful. Carlos took shaky steps to the passenger side of the truck. His entire body tensed up as he took a seat inside the truck, which Gavin noticed. "Relax, kid," Gavin said as he pulled out something from his pocket with one hand and patted Carlos' knee with his other. "It'll be over before you know it." It was a syringe he had pulled out of his pocket. Carlos hadn't seen it until it was too late. Gavin quickly jabbed the syringe into Carlos' arm.

Carlos panicked as he felt himself becoming weaker and weaker and couldn't imagine what was going to happen when he wakes up. If he wakes up.

Martin hadn't been to the motel in days. Once he found out that the police had started a stakeout at the motel he stayed at, he avoided that place at all costs. He couldn't risk the possibility of being caught.

He had no problem bouncing from motel to motel. But after a while he began running out of money. And once he found out that his accounts had been frozen, he had one resort.

Staying at the house that Gavin stays at while he has Kendall.

He checked his watch. 12:45AM and Gavin was nowhere to be seen. He couldn't even begin to imagine where he had gone.

Martin sat in the room Kendall was held at. He spared a glance at the withering boy, hoping that by some miracle he'd be found and Gavin be caught by the cops, never to see the outside world again.

But one could only dream.

He jumped at the sound of a whimper coming from Kendall. He felt sadness pull at his heart when he saw that the sleeping boy had been trapped in a nightmare. Martin considered waking him up, to show the kid that it was just a dream. But that was stupid. He knew that. Kendall wasn't just dreaming a nightmare, he was living one. What purpose would waking him be?

His thoughts were interrupted when Gavin walked in, carrying a boy's body.

"G-Gavin?" Martin asked, becoming even more afraid. "What'd you do?"

Gavin placed the body not too gently on the floor. "Relax," he told Martin. "He's just asleep." Gavin began leaving, when he stopped. "Leave Kendall alone, will ya?" he asked Martin. "You shouldn't be too attached to the kid."

"Is that just a suggestion?" Martin asked, not really caring what the answer was.

Gavin scoffed. "Take it how you want."

Martin watched Gavin leave, violently closing the door behind him.

It was 1:15AM as Carlos groaned as he woke up. Well, at least Gavin hadn't killed him. He gasped as a sudden thought came to he head. His hands reached straight for his head, and he sighed in relief when he felt his black, plastic helmet still securely on his head.

Now the question was: where is he?

Thankfully, there was light, so he quickly took in his surroundings. He turned to his right and saw something that infuriated him.

Carlos wanted to cry as he crawled closer to Kendall. Carlos could see that he was chained, wearing blood stained clothes, and seemed terribly weak. But right now, just seeing Kendall was something that made him happy, even if he was in a bad state.

"Get away from him!" Carlos yelled at Martin who was sitting next to Kendall's sleeping form, brushing the sweaty bangs away from the teenager's face.

Martin's eyes widened at the sound of the angry Latino. They both heard a moan from Kendall in response. "Ca-Carlos? That you?"

Carlos gasped. "Yeah, Kendall. It's me." He glared at Martin as he continued speaking to Kendall. "D-did this guy hurt you?"

Kendall shook his head as he tried to sit up. "N-no. Martin...he helped me...he's good."

Carlos gently pulled his blonde friend and hugged him tight. Kendall tensed up at first, but relaxed as he felt the love and comfort coming from Carlos' body. "Kendall," Carlos said, breaking the silence. "I'm so glad to see you."

As much as Kendall knew that what Carlos said had meant well, Kendall didn't want to see Carlos. Not here, anyway. Kendall couldn't stand the thought that Carlos was left at the mercy of Gavin. He would never forgive himself if Carlos got hurt-again-from this.

"Why are you so warm, Kendall?" Carlos asked as he separated from the hug. "Are you sick?" Carlos looked to Martin, who only nodded. Carlos adjusted the blanket hanging loosely on Kendall's shoulders. "You'll be alright, buddy, okay? They're gonna find us." The silence coming from Kendall made Carlos a little uneasy. It made him wonder what Gavin had done to Kendall.

Kendall's eyes began watering up. This time, he pulled Carlos into a hug, holding him tight. "C-Carlos...thank you."

"I'd do anything for you, Kendall," Carlos said as he rubbed circles on Kendall's back. "You know that." He was silent for a while as Kendall cried. What did he do to Kendall?

Carlos hadn't realized that he had said that out loud until he felt Kendall's body stiffen up. "N-no...I don't..." Kendall sobbed out.

Martin sighed. "He wouldn't tell me either."

Carlos' eyes widened. "Kendall...what DID he do to you?"

Kendall inhaled deeply. Just thinking about saying it made him want to vomit.

"Please tell me what he did...maybe...maybe I can help," Carlos begged.

Anytime Carlos wanted something, he had the amazing superpower of turning his face into the best puppy dog pout ever. He always got what he wanted he made that face. Never has anyone told him no after they see his large chocolate eyes, and his lip getting bigger and bigger.

Kendall couldn't see Carlos' face right now, due to the fact that Kendall was crying on Carlos' shoulder, but he could only imagine that Carlos was currently making that face right now out of pure habit. Kendall mentally slapped himself for not being to resist Carlos' face that he wasn't even looking at. He sighed. "C-Carlos," he croaked out. "Gavin..he...he raped me..."

Carlos' eyes widened. This time, it was his turn for his body to completely tense up.

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