"I'm sorry he hit you," I said for the millionth time that night.

"LeeAnn, it's fine," Kendall said reassuringly. "It doesn't hurt that bad."

"But it's bruised and swollen," I protested. "And what are the guys gonna say?"

"I don't care what they say." He pulled into the driveway and put the car in park. He took my chin in his hand. "LeeAnn, listen. The reason I got this is because I was standing up for our relationship. I would do it again if I had to."

"I just feel so b-"

He cut me off with a kiss.

"Don't worry about it."

~*Kendall's P.O.V*~

I walked into the house after I dropped LeeAnn off. I prayed that the guys were in their rooms so I wouldn't have to explain anything. Luck was not on my side.

"Dude, what happened to your face?" James exclaimed when I walked through the kitchen. Logan and Carlos stared at me with wide eyes.

"How is it that all of you manage to be in the kitchen at the same time when I get home?" I asked.

"Just explain your jaw," Logan said. "Who hit you?"

I sighed. "It was Dean."

"He hit you? What'd LeeAnn say?"

"She got pissed," I said. "It started when he was telling her she couldn't see me anymore."

"What?" Carlos said. "He ca-"

"Let me finish." I sat down. "She went off on him. I was listening at the doorway. I looked around the corner right as he slapped her. That's when I got involved."

"What made him hit you?" James asked.

"He got in my face, so I pushed him backwards. Then he hit me. And it hurt like hell."

"Wow," Carlos said. "I'm surprised LeeAnn isn't here now."

"Her mom wants them to have a family meeting." I sighed. "I just haven't been lucky today."

"No, you got lucky yesterday," Logan said bitterly. "In my bed!"

James laughed. "Is that why your sheets are in the trash?"

Logan only nodded. He glared at me.

"At least I'm getting some," I said nonchalantly.

"Can't believe you screwed LeeAnn on Logan's bed," Carlos said.

"Yeah, neither can I," Logan muttered.

~*LeeAnn's P.O.V*~

"I don't care if neither of you want this," my mom said sternly, "we are having a family meeting."

I refused to look at Dean. My face was still red and I was sure Kendall's jaw was still swollen.

"LeeAnn, tell me your side of the story."

I sighed and started to speak. "Kendall was helping me with dishes earlier. When Dean told me he needed to talk to me, I followed him to the living room. He tried telling me I couldn't be with Kendall anymore. I told him that it was my relationship and to say out of it. Then he hit me."

Dean interrupted me. "Only beca-!"

"Dean, quiet," my mom demanded.

I shifted in my seat and continued. "That's when Kendall came into the scene. He told Dean to keep his hands off of me. Dean got in his face, so Kendall pushed him back. That's when he punched Kendall."

"Is that what happened, Dean?" my mom asked.

"Yes," Dean mumbled. He knew he was in trouble.

"Dean, I am very disappointed in you," my mother scolded. "You know LeeAnn loves him."

"I'm gonna go call Kendall and see if his jaw is any better," I said. My mother nodded. I started to walk to my room, but stopped once I reached the hall. I listened to their conversation.

"Mom, I don't like him," Dean said. "We almost lost her because of him! How can you stand to be around him?"

"Last year was rough," she replied. "But Kendall did what he thought was best. He made a mistake, Dean."

"A mistake that almost took my little sister's life!"

"I do not want you in their relationship, Dean." My mom's voice was cold. "They're both happy. This is the happiest LeeAnn has been in a year. Do not take that away from her. Kendall treats her like a princess, and he always has. There is no reason to break them up."

"Fine then. When Kendall leaves her for some celebrity and she ends up in the hospital again, I can't promise I won't say I told you so."

I heard the front door open, then slam shut. I ran to my room and immediately called Kendall.

"Hello?"

"Why is my brother such a douche?" I asked.

He laughed. "I was thinking the same thing."

"Oh yeah," I said. "Is your jaw feeling any better?"

"A little," he said, "but it still hurts."

"Kendall, I'm so sor-"

"Stop apologizing," he said. "It's not your fault."

"Yes it is," I argued. "If I wouldn't have sassed him, he wouldn't have hit me and you wouldn't have gotten involved."

"Maybe it's my fault."

"How on earth is this your fault?"

"If I would've never left you last year, you and him wouldn't be fighting!" He was yelling. "Or if I would've never come back, things between you two would be better."

"I shouldn't have reacted like that when you left anyways! I should've moved on, but I couldn't. If you wouldn't have come back, you'd be getting a letter in the mail about my funeral."

"I couldn't move on either, LeeAnn."

We were both silent for a while.

"Do you regret coming back?" I asked softly. My voice was shaky.

"I… I don't know," he said. My jaw dropped. "Don't get me wrong, LeeAnn. I love being back with you. I'm happy again. I just don't like what it's doing to you and your brother. You two used to be so close."

"My mom said he's trying to take my happiness from me," I said. I sighed. "It's true. I'll call you later."

I hung up before he replied. I walked to my dresser.

"I shouldn't be doing this," I muttered.

I dug around in my drawer. I finally found what I was looking for. I sat on my bed and twirled the pocket knife in my hands.

"Hello, old friend."

I flipped it open and examined the blade. I slowly brought it down to my wrist. Tears were falling from my eyes. I pressed down and winced when the familiar pain rushed through my body. I moved to the other wrist and pressed. And back and forth. I threw the blade across the room and looked at my wrists. There were about 15 cuts on each arm. I grabbed my phone.

"Hello?"

"Logan," I said. My voice cracked.

"LeeAnn?" he asked. "What's wrong? Are you crying?"

"Please come get me," I begged. "Please. I-I can't be alone right now. I don't trust myself."

"Yeah, yeah," he said. "I'm on my way."

"Thank you," I choked out.

I put my phone down. I buried my head in my pillow and cried until Logan showed up.