A/N: Wow. One day and already there was an incredible response...Thank you to everyone who put this on their story alert, reviewed, favorited this story, favorited me as an author. :) I appreciate it. Enjoy Chapter 2!

Warning for future chapters: abuse, implied rape, some cursing

Disclaimer: I do NOT own big time rush…However, I DO own my characters Ethan Knight and Thomas Creavy

July, Thursday 12th, 2003

"Mmhmm. Just what I thought," Jennifer Knight said as she took the thermometor out of her adopted son's mouth. "102. You're staying in bed, sweety."

Carlos frowned. "But Mama, I gah ta go ta de pawk!" He coughed and slightly winced. "I meed to beat Kendaw."

"You're too sick, honey," She kissed his pale, clammy head. "I'll bring you some soup." And with that she left the room her two younger sons shared.

Carlos sighed and leaned back in his Star Wars covered pillow, crossing his arms and sniffling. "I'm awways too sick..."

Ethan came down the stairs and into the kitchen.

"Morning, sweety," Jennifer greeted him.

"Hi," he responded, picking at some grapes in the fruit bowl, "Whatcha making?"

"Soup. Poor Carlos is sick."

"Again?" He was silent for a second. "I can take it for him if you want..."

Jennifer was about to protest, when she heard Katie waking up in the other room. And when Katie was awake, her climbing out of her small bed and somehow making her way to a phone or computer was inevitable. She nodded and gave the tray of soup and crackers to her oldest child and proceeded to walk out of the room. Ethan then took the tray to his brother's room. "Hey, Carlitos."

Carlos tried to hide his smile at the nickname his brothers had given him. "I can't go to da pawk."

Ethan nodded and put the tray on Kendall's bed. "I know. But think of it this way; the quicker you get better, the quicker you can outrun Kendall."

Carlos smiled, but frowned again soon after. "Why am I awways sick?"

Ethan knew the exact reason for that, as he was with his mom when Carlos was adopted. Carlos came from an abusive home and let's just say because of the abuse he was frequently in the hospital and had suffered enough casualties where his immune system no longer properly worked. But that's not what he would tell him. So instead he shrugged and said, "That's just part of what makes you, you."

Carlos didn't particularly like that answer, but just accepted it and noddded. "Okay," he responded quietly.

Ethan nodded once and gave him his soup. "Get better."

"Tank you, Edan," he said and started eating.

Ethan left the room and felt a sense of relief come over him. Carlos was sick. Maybe even sicker than usual. And if he was sick, it meant no park. Ever since they went to the park on Tuesday, Ethan couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right. He knew he had seen that man before, but he was always much further away...and typically, if Ethan noticed him, the man would hide behing something. Never before had the creepy old man come that close to him. And he didn't like it. The man seemed nice enough giving him back the ball cap his father gave him before he died, but the look on his face, or more specifically, his black eyes screamed want. Need...and something else he couldn't quite place, but he knew it was something evil...he tried to put it past him, but he just couldn't. In fact, that very night, he couldn't sleep because of him. And even today, Ethan woke with a start. He wanted to tell his mom, but she was busy enough juggling work and taking care of him and his siblings. So Ethan was left to worry in silence, hoping that he was wrong and that soon enough everything would be back to normal.

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Thomas Creavy smiled at the pictures on the wall. They were all pictures of him. His precious little boy. Soon. Soon enough he would be his...it was now or never and Thomas couldn't handle the idea of a world without the darling child...tomorrow. Yes. It was time.