I can't believe how much I am writing this week. Don't get used to it though. Lol. This writing marathon may end very soon. I'm hoping that last chapter was good for you guys. I'm also hoping that this chapter will be even better. So as always review this and let me know all of your thoughts. And if you want me to throw something in here give me a suggestion and I will definitely try it out! Well, I love you all! Enjoy!

Kendall POV:

Two days had gone by since the little incident at the ice rink and I still hadn't gotten around to telling James what went on between Beau and me. I knew he wanted to know but I also knew that he didn't want to push me into giving him the answers that he wanted. I knew that he was worried about me especially since he had woken me up last night and the night before because I was screaming and crying in my sleep. Every second of the day I could see him getting more and more worried about me. Even now as I was looking at him from across the table I could see the dark circles under his eyes. I had asked him yesterday if I had been keeping him up at night and that if I was I would sleep on the couch. He quickly shook his head and threw on an award winning fake smile and told me that he was getting plenty of sleep. It was obvious that he hadn't slept and I didn't know if it was because of my nightmares or if he was having nightmares of his own. I got up and pulled a chair next to him and slowly sat down. He was staring down at the table with his eyes almost completely closed. I put my hand on his shoulder and he opened his eyes quickly.

"I was just in really deep thought! I wasn't sleeping or anything!"

I grabbed his face and made him look into my eyes. "James, I think it's time we talk about this."

He removed my hands from his face and took them into his own. "Are you sure? If you're not ready then I don't think you should tell me. You can take as long as you want. Have I been pushing you too hard? Because if I have then you should really just tell me to back off. I don't want to pressure you into anything."

I rolled my eyes at his little rant and asked, "Are you done talking now?"

He nodded and I continued, "You aren't pressuring me into anything. I just feel like I can tell you. I trust you and I know you won't think I'm worthless or something afterwards."

"I would never think you're worthless. You're absolutely amazing Babe."

I smiled and gave him a soft kiss on the lips before taking a deep breath and squeezing his hand.

"I know Carlos and Logan are out shopping but can we talk about this in our room? I don't want them to interrupt when they get home."

He agreed that they would most likely ruin our important conversation so we both got up and walked to our room. He sat on the bed first and pulled me into his lap. He wrapped his arms around me and I smiled. I loved how comfortable he could make me by just a simple gesture.

I sighed and turned a little to look at him, "Alright. If you have any questions about anything just ask. Ok? I'll answer anything that you want to know."

He nodded and pulled me closer to him. I closed my eyes for a few seconds to think about where I should start off. I decided to start at the very beginning.

"The summer going into our freshman year of high school I was invited to this big party with a bunch of popular kids that were all like juniors and seniors. I thought that it would be cool to become friends with some of them so I could get a good start to being popular. I didn't really care much for popularity but I figured it would be better than being a total loser. Anyway when I got there everyone either had been on drugs, was wasted, or both. I didn't really know what to do or who to talk to since I was never part of those things. I found a trampoline in the backyard and sat in the middle of it just so I could watch everybody from afar. After about an hour of sitting alone I felt someone climbing onto the trampoline. When I turned around there was this cute guy looking at me. He crawled over to the middle and sat right next to me. He asked me what I was doing and why I was all alone. Of course I thought I was falling for him because he just seemed like he cared about me so much. I was a stupid naïve freshman that had no idea what he was doing. We talked all night and watched the stars. He asked me if I wanted a ride home and I said yes. When we pulled up to my house he gave me his number and then leaned over and kissed me. It made me feel so good about myself. I texted him an hour later saying that we should hang out sometime. We ended up hanging out the next day and before the school year started he asked me to be his boyfriend. I was so happy because I really did think that I loved him at the time. I don't know what the hell I was thinking. I didn't even know what love was." I shook my head and his kissed my cheek.

"It's ok, Love. Keep going."

"Ok. Well throughout freshman year we went on a bunch of dates and had a really good time together. I was happy that I was with him but he told me that it would be a bad idea to tell people that we were close to about us. I didn't understand why so he told me that if they found out that they might hate me for dating a guy. He said that he didn't want me to be hated at home or by my friends. I believed him so I just kept it a secret. When sophomore year came around he asked me if I wanted to go to a party with him after homecoming. I was so ecstatic about it because he actually acted like we were a couple. He kissed me in front of people and held me so close to him that I felt more in love than I had before. That night I lost my virginity…" I winced at the memory that haunted my dreams. I couldn't stop having nightmares about it since we saw him and I was pretty sure James knew it had been about something like that. He tilted my head up for a kiss and I saw a look in his eyes that encouraged me to keep talking.

"It felt so right. Letting him have all of me like that. He was so nice about it and I didn't regret it at all. Well at least until a few months after that. It was around winter break when he began to intimidate me a little bit. I saw something in his eyes that I had never seen before. We were at his house one night just having dinner and watching a movie. He had a few beers and ended up getting mad at me because I wanted to stay the night with you guys one weekend instead of him. I kept asking him to calm down and to stop yelling at me but then he hit me. I remember falling to the ground from him hitting me so hard and my lip was bleeding. The whole left side of my face hurt so bad that I just ran. I ran out of his house and all the way to mine. All I had on were my pajama pants and a tank top. I was freezing but I didn't want to stop running. I just couldn't believe that he had done that to me. When I got home I looked at my cell phone and I had a bunch of missed calls and texts from him. They were all about how sorry he was and how he wanted me to forgive him and to just come back to his house so we could talk about it. I told him that my mom wanted me to stay home for the night because she was scared the roads would be too bad in the morning for me to safely arrive back home. He bought it but I agreed to see him later."

James whispered, "Did he ever hit you again?" His voice was a little shaky and I could tell that he wanted to either cry or kill Beau. It might have been both.

I nodded and I felt his hold on my get tighter. "I'm alright. Just relax James." He loosened his grip a little bit and told me to keep going.

"The rest of our relationship consisted of him hitting me and making me do things that I didn't want to do. After he touched me when I didn't want to be touched I got more afraid because when I would tell him to stop I would see the anger in his eyes. I ended up just letting him do what he wanted with me. I turned into his 'little whore' as he would like to call me." My voice was growing shaky so I took a minute to regain control. "I let him turn me into something that I never wanted to be. He would hurt me over and over until I gave him what he wanted. Even if he didn't want something he would still hit me and I didn't do anything about it. I should have told somebody that I trusted but he manipulated me into thinking that nobody really cared about me. And then one night I went over to his new apartment because he had graduated and moved out. When I got there he said that he wanted to show me his room and I didn't think anything of it so I followed him. When we got inside there he shoved me forward and locked the door. There were five other guys sitting on his bed looking at me with disgusting smirks on their faces. I tried to convince him to let me out but he wouldn't." I sighed and put my head in my hands as a tear rolled down my face. James took his thumb and wiped it away. He kissed the top of my head and just held me while I sobbed over the events that had happened in my past.

He quietly said, "You don't have to go on if you don't want to. I get why you don't like to think about this. It hurts me that you had to go through all of that."

I knew he really meant what he was saying but I felt that I should just keep going. I had him now and I knew that he would sooth me when I needed it. When I spoke again my voice didn't sound as broken as it had before. It sounded more confident and that made me feel much better.

"They all took advantage of me that night. They made me do things to them that I never even would think about. They tied me to the bed and took their turns. Every time I screamed they would make it more rough and painful. I cried out for Beau to help me but he just stood there and watched with a smile on his face until it was finally his turn. What he did to me was a million times worse than what any of those guys did. He made me feel like I was loved and then just took me and broke me into a billion pieces. After that night I ignored him. I blocked his number and deleted him out of my life until I was ready to face him again. Once I started hanging out with you more it gave me more strength to go talk to him. After our senior year homecoming I went to his apartment. When he opened the door I saw someone that was obviously younger than me that in knew was in the same position that I was in not even a year before. I told him how disgusting he was and how much better I was without him. I wanted so badly to kill him right there but I didn't want to stoop down to his level because I knew I was better than that. And after I said everything that I needed to he just smiled and told me that I would always be his favorite little whore. I told the kid in his apartment that he should just leave Beau and never come back but he just looked at me like I was an idiot. Beau smirked at me and told me that they were moving away to Cali together so that they could get married and live a happy life. I slammed the door in his face and went back to my car. That was the last time I saw him until now. I never thought I would have to see him again. I never wanted to see him."

"Do you feel better now?"

"Of course I feel better now. I don't have to be with him anymore. I was so stupid."

"No, I mean, do you feel better now that you told somebody about it? That you finally get all of that off of your chest?"

That's when I realized I felt so much better. Telling James everything that had happened to me made me feel wonderful. "Yes. I feel much much better."

"Good." He kissed my forehead and pulled me in for a hug.

We stayed like that for a while before I heard him snore. I chuckled a bit happy that he could finally rest well. And before I knew it my eyes were growing heavy and his chest felt like the most heavenly place to be. I let my eyes slowly close and I drifted off into a sleep where Beau wasn't even a thought.

I'm really tired now that I wrote that. Haha. I hope it turned out alright. I know it was really just a never ending story of Kendall's past but I felt like it had to be done at some point. So there you are. Let me know what you think! Love you all!