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Disclaimer: I realise that I didn't put it in last chapter so here it is now. I don't own Big Time Rush.

Warnings: None.

Chapter 3

"I'm worried about him." Logan told Kendall and Carlos as they were sitting on the couch in the living room and they heard James singing from his and room. "He's hardly taken a break from practicing."

Kendall and Carlos nodded, looking worried.

"I'll go check on him." Kendall stated. He stood up and made his way to James' room.

He knocked on the door and waited for James to reply.

"Come in."

Kendall opened the door and walked in to see James sitting on his bed leaning against his headboard with the lyrics sheets spread around him.

"Hey Kendall." James smiled but Kendall could see right through it.

"Hey. Look, James. Your starting to get us worried man. It's been a week now and your hardly talking to us. You need to talk about it." Kendall put it bluntly because he didn't know how else to say it. He walked over and sat on James bed, near his feet.

"I'm fine." James insisted but Kendall shook his head.

"Don't lie to me. I know that its not fine. Carlos knows it not fine and same with Logan. You have to talk to us." Kendall said and James shook his head.

"I don't want to talk about it." James told him pulling his legs up to his chest.

"You need to talk about it. You can't keep it all in." Kendall was starting to get frustrated and it showed in his voice. Why couldn't James get that it wasn't good to keep everything bottled up, escpically something as big as this.

"Look, I'll talk about it when I want to, but not just yet." James said angrily.

All week they had been trying to get him to talk. It was getting annoying but they usually backed off when they could see that James was getting angry. But this time, Kendall keep on going, only wanting to help his friend through the tough time.

"I don't want you to get angry," Kendall told him and James calmed down a bit, "It's just, we want to help you get through this. I'll admit, we don't know what your going through but we want to help in any way we can."

James smiled at him. His first real smile after hearing about his mother's death. He was so thankful to have such good friends who would do anything to see him happy again.

"Thanks for understanding. But its just like every time I close my eyes, I can see mum in a pool in her own blood. It's really freaking me out." James confided his best friend in.

"Oh, is that why you haven't been sleeping well." Kendall now understood the dark circles under his eyes. James seemed a bit embarrassed.

"You noticed that, huh?"

Kendall opened his mouth to reply but he was cut off by James' phone. James picked it up and looked at the caller ID.

"Huh. I don't recoginze this number." He answered it. "Hello?"

"Hey James. How you holding up?" a mocking voice on the other line replied. James froze recognizing the voice.

"Dad." Kendall got up and smiled at James. He walked to the door and left, closing it behind him. James silently pleading with him not to go.

"How did you get my number?" James asked, almost frightened of the answer.

"It was in your mother phone." He stated simply.

"Where did you get mum's phone?" James asked angrily.

"You haven't figured it out yet? Well, well I knew your were stupid but I didn't think you were that stupid."

"What are you talking about?" James questioned.

"Nothing son, do-" James cut him off.

"Your not my father." He snarled into the phone. There was silence on the other line and James thought that he had hung up.

"Remember your manners James" Sam said with a dangerous tone and James flinched. That voice. It brought back memorys of when he was younger of his dad screaming at him and calling him names while he was beaten. "I am your father, whether you want me to be or not, and you will respect me as much."

James snorted, "Some father." He muttered.

Sam ignored him, "Now, to business. I need to see you about your mother's death. I can understand that it came as a bit of as a shock to you."

"And you do you need to see me? Just talk to me over the phone." James said, not wanting to see him.

Sam laughed, "Alright, you got me. I don't want to talk to you about her death. I just wanted to have a father son chat, just like the good old days."

If James could remember correctly, their 'father son chats' consisted of Sam calling James every name under the sun and quite a lot of hitting.

"No way. I'm staying as far away from you as possible." James replied.

"That's a shame. By the way hows the band? From what I hear, you're the 'face' of Big Time Rush. I can see why." He laughed and James flinched at the hidden suggestion. "Anyways, seeing as you wont see me willingly, I'll have to find you when your out and talk to you then. So I'll see you soon and don't think that you can hide from me. I know where you live so it'll be pretty easy to find you."

James shook his head, not wanting to believe his father but knowing that he could get to James when ever he wanted. The next thing that James heard was the dial tone. He lowered his phone and sat still on his bed. Not wanting to think about what could happen, the next time he saw his father.

Sorry if the end seemed a bit rushed. I just wanted to get it out. So please review.