Hi, everyone! OMG! I AM SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO SORRY IT HAS TAKEN SO LONG TO UPDATE! I've been busy with other stories and stuff, plus my Internet has been down for almost a week! But I'm back now and ready to update! :D I REALLY hope you enjoy this chappy! :D

Chapter 3: The Next Day

Logan slowly drifted into the world of wakefulness sometime the next morning. When he woke up and saw the sunlight streaming in from the window, all the memories of last night came flooding back. He just wanted to pull the covers over his head and die. He dreaded having to get up and face everyone. But he knew he had to. He slowly moved his covers off him and crawled out of bed. He was still wearing the t-shirt and scrub pants he'd been given at the hospital. He stood from his bed and walked across the room to the bathroom. He choked on his breath when he saw himself in the mirror. A bruise marked his cheek where Jason had slapped him. His skin was pale and it only made the bruise stand out more. He thought he looked horrible.

After he relived himself and brushed his teeth, he made his way to the kitchen where everyone else were. They were all chatting over their breakfast, but everything silenced when he walked into the room. He felt like everyone were staring at him. When no one said anything to him, he silently crossed the room over into the kitchen to fix himself some breakfast. As he helped his plate with the eggs and bacon Mrs. Knight had fixed, Kendall stood up from the table and walked over to him.

"How you feeling this morning, baby?" he asked softly.

"Okay, I guess." Logan mumbled, placing a piece of toast on his plate.

"You need help with anything?" Kendall asked.

"No. I'm fine." Logan said, turning to the fridge and retrieving the carton of orange juice.

After he had poured his glass full of the orange juice, he walked over to the table with Kendall and sat down. As Logan nibbled at his breakfast, he still felt like everyone were staring at him, though they weren't. He finished his breakfast in silence, then walked over and lay down on the couch. Shortly after, Kendall walked over and knelt down so they were eye-level. He reached out to lightly stroke Logan's hair.

"You okay?" he asked softly.

Logan shrugged.

"You wanna talk about it?" Kendall asked.

Logan shook his head.

"Will you just sit with me?" he asked, "I don't want to be alone."

"Of course, baby." Kendall said, "It's gonna be okay."

Logan seemed a little comforted by this as Kendall continued to stroke his hair. About fifteen minutes later, there was a knock at the door. Mrs. knight, who was cleaning the kitchen, went to answer it. Upon opening the door, she was met by two tall police officers standing there.

"Can I help you?" she asked, a little surprised to see the two officers.

"Yes, ma'am. Does a Logan Mitchell live here?" one of them asked.

"Yes, he does." Mrs. Knight said.

"May we come in and ask him a few questions? We're from the Special Victims Unit." the officer explained.

"Of course. He's right in here." Mrs. Knight said, stepping aside to allow them in.

They stepped inside and she closed the door.

"Logan," she said, walking over into the living room, "...these officers would like to speak to you."

Logan just wanted to sink into the couch and hide. He dreaded having to recount everything to the officers. But he slowly sat up and looked up at them. Oh, no. They were both men. They were surely going to judge him.

"Logan Mitchell?" the brown-haired officer asked.

"Yes." Logan said.

"I'm Detective Roberts. This is my partner, Detective Barton." he explained, "We got a call from the hospital last night and they said that you had been sexually assaulted. We just want to ask you a few questions."

Logan took a deep breath and nodded. The two officers walked over and sat down on the couch, facing Logan. Kendall moved off the floor and sat down beside Logan, placing a gentle hand on his back to show him that he was there.

"Would you start by telling us what happened last night?" Detective Roberts asked.

"We were going to a party in this warehouse and I got bored and went over to stand by the refreshment table." Logan started out, "This guy walked up to me and offered me a drink."

"Do you always accept drinks from strangers?" Officer Barton asked.

Logan was hurt by this. He had barely started and already they were judging him.

"No." he said, fighting back tears, "He said his name was Jason. He poured me a drink and after I drank it, I started to feel woozy. Like he'd drugged it or something."

He paused while Detective Roberts wrote something down in his notepad.

"What happened next?" he asked.

"I passed out or something." Logan said. "When I woke up, I was tied to a mattress in the next room. He walked over and took off his shirt. The next thing I knew, he was on top of me."

Logan broke off, choking on his breath as he fought back tears.

"It's okay." Kendall whispered, rubbing Logan's back soothingly.

Logan continued.

"He ripped my shirt open...and he took my pants off...and then he..." Logan broke off as a couple tears began to fall, "...he raped me."

"Did he say anything?" Detective Roberts asked.

"He ummm...he said that he'd been watching me all night and that...that he was going to get what he wanted." Logan answered shakily.

"What did he look like?" Detective Roberts asked, writing something down in his notepad.

"He was kind of tall. And he had brown hair. That's really all I remember." Logan said.

He heard Detective Barton mutter under his breath, 'The description of over half the guys in LA.'

"What?" Logan asked in a hurt voice, "What did you say?"

"Nothing." Detective Barton lied.

"You don't believe me!" Logan said, standing quickly, "I knew you wouldn't!"

Tears streaming down his cheeks, Logan darted out of the room and down the hall to his room. In the living room, they heard the loud noise of a door slamming.

"I think you two better leave." Kendall said, standing.

"Excuse me?" Detective Roberts asked.

"If you two aren't going to try to help him, then just leave!" Kendall shouted, "And send back someone who will actually believe him!"

Kendall stormed out of the room and rushed down the hall to the room he and Logan shared. He opened the door and shut it behind him as he entered. He crossed the room and found Logan sitting on the floor with his knees drawn up to his chest, on the other side of his bed.

"Logie, I'm so sorry." Kendall said as he sat down beside him.

"They didn't believe me!" Logan cried, "No one believes me!"

"That's not true. I believe you. And James and Carlos, and mom and Katie believe you." Kendall comforted, enveloping Logan in his arms.

"I just want all this to stop!" Logan cried, "Why did this happen?"

"Shhhh, shhh." Kendall cooed, "Everything's gonna be okay."

They sat there for the longest time, Logan crying into Kendall's shoulder, and Kendall doing his best to try and comfort him. Kendall wanted to just go in there and punch those officers in the face, but he knew if he did, he would be arrested and he wouldn't be able to be there for Logan. He kept himself in check and just stayed there with Logan. He didn't know how long they'd sat there when there was a knock at the door.

"Come in." Kendall called.

He heard the door open and two sets of footsteps approached. He looked over his shoulder and saw James and Carlos round the corner of the bed with concerned looks on their faces.

"Is he okay?" James asked.

Kendall shook his head. James and Carlos walked around and sat down on te floor with them. James sat down behind Logan and wrapped his arms around him, too.

"It's okay, Logan. We believe you." he said.

"Yeah. We're all here for you." Carlos said, enveloping them all in a group-hug.

"Th-thanks, guys." Logan sniffled.

They spent the longest time just sitting there, wrapped protectively in each other's arms.

A/N: Well, there it is! I know it's not the longest chapter in the world, but I wanted to post something to get this story going some more. I hope you like it! PLEASE R&R! :D:D:D:D:D:D