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Chapter 8: You da One

Kat's Crew

They didn't take him to hospital just yet. They demanded answers and they wanted them quick. They went to one of Jose's old and abandoned warehouses, where they began their "interrogation". They tied him and secured him in a chair so that he wouldn't attempt to escape. They may be women, but they're strong as hell and can stand their ground. Shanya and Jay Jay guarded the door to make sure that no one came snooping around.

Kat dimmed the lights. It really had the eerie and timid feeling in the atmosphere. "Por que dio una paliza Carlos a usted? (Why did Carlos beat you up?)" Kat hissed. "Mate a su abuela bien! (Because I killed his grandmother!)" Diego cried. "So what do you know about him?" she said, reverting back to English. "I don't know anything else!" he roared. "Take me to the hospital, please." he begged. Kat grew tired of this game, so she raised her left hand and struck him across his face, leaving 5 marks of her nails embedded in his skin. There is no thought why they call her Kat.

"THAT'S ENOUGH!" a man yelled. The room soon filled with silence. Out of the shadows stood Jose. He wore his black coat that stuck terror in everyone's eyes. Well mostly everyone, except Kat. "Jose, this bitch just slapped me. Help me please." Diego begged. "Diego, she's just a woman, tu sabes." he replied. "It's very disappointing to see your partner murdered before your very eyes, no?" he asked. Kat must have told him everything that happened. But how did she know unless- "Puta! Estabas alli? (You bitch! You were there?)" he yelled. Kat gave an emotionless shrug of her shoulders. "You fucking didn't help us? Why not, you two-faced whore!" he exclaimed. Kat took her right hand and back handed him. "Nunca me llame que, tu hijo de puta. (Don't ever call me that, you son of a bitch.)" she sneered with venom in her voice. Kat didn't like it when any one called her a whore or slut. She may have been found on the streets, but no one dare called her that.

"Kat that's enough!" Jose ordered. "Is there nothing else that you're telling me or Jose, huh?" she asks Diego condescendingly. He remained silent. He didn't want to show his leader that he was weak, but remembers that Kat witnessed everything outside of Carlos' hideout. "You didn't tell Jose, how you cried like the pussy that you are. You didn't tell him, how you ratted out your friend that he killed Carlos' abuela." she stated. Kat told Jose the truth, a little fabricated, but still the truth. "Your friend died with more dignity, than you surviving with none." she spat. "(La puta esta mintiendo! (The bitch is lying!) She's lying Jose! You can't believe her. She's a lying bitch!" he pleaded. "She ain't lying, we were there. He broke the code. Why should he be still alive?" Shanya and Jay Jay spoke up.

"Everyone! SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Jose roared. He looked at Diego. Fear was struck in his eyes. He knows that Kat is telling the truth and that her comrades are backing her up. He punched Diego in the jaw. "Give me my knife." he commands Kat. Out of a blood stained cloth, she unravels a silver switch blade with a bit of a rusted handle. Jose is a strict leader, much like his father. He didn't want any weaklings or squealers in his gang. Those that are, their lives are taken. Jose punctures Diego's heart and cuts his main artery near his neck. Diego dies quickly due to his earlier wounds and beating. "Get rid of him. Dump him in the valley where he belongs." he says. Without hesitation they load him up in their car and take him back.

Hours later…

"YOU SAID HE KNEW SOMETHING!" Jose yelled. "I thought he did, but I guess not. I don't know what you want me to do." Kat quivered. He turns around and backhands her across her face. She yelps and holds back her tears with frustration. "But I know something else." she says as a last resort. "Carlos, has- he has- has a boyfriend. You can blackmail him, can't you?" she says with hope and a choked sob. "Are you sure that you know this person means something to him? It could be one of his whores or something. If not, what the hell can I do with that? I need something more or something better." he spat. "I'm not sure if he is something to him. I just know that he's a white boy." she states. "Keep an eye on him, then. I want to know if he knows this gringo. If he does, then I'll know what to do from there." he orders her. "I thought you just wanted his money? Why do we have go through so much fucking trouble?" she asks. Another slap to the face made her quiet. "That is a stupid question. I HATE HIM! He killed my father." he sneers. "But his abuelita was shot, though." she counters. "Not by MY hand. I want him to feel the pain I felt." he objects. "Now go and find out for sure you stupid bitch!" he roars. Without another question she sets out to make sure she is 100% correct.

Logan

The pale brunette ran straight up to his room and flopped on his bed, and started to text his best friend.

L: OMG OMG OMG!

J: What happened, u ho? Lol

L: Stfu! Haha We went for a cruise around town. ;) n maybe some other stuff.

J: Like what? Tell me!

L: That's 4 me to kno, n 4 u 2 find out. :P

J: Ughh boo u whore!

L: Jk We cruised, viewed the city, etc. …made out a little. Haha

J: See I told u! U always put out on the 1st date. Lmao

L: Stfu, imma bout 2 block ur number. Lol

J: Hey Hey Hey, guess wat?

L: Wat u dork? Haha

J: Im comin down there to LA this weekend. :P

L: Ughh u betch, how come u ddnt tell me sooner?

J: Ur Carland's betch so I don't kno wat ur talkn bout. Lmao

L: ITS CARLOS! UGHH wtf.

J: Im jkn wth? Haha So I'll be down there by Fri. night or Sat. morning. Kool?

L: Awesome, I'm like so lonely in this town.

J: U have Carlton rite? Lol

L: Ughh Really James? Wth?

J: U kno I'm jokin. Haha

L: Great, well I have homework 2nite n I hav2 get ready 4 2morrow.

J: Y? :P

L: Cuz it's Monday u dumbass. Haha jk

J: Ughh don't remind me. I FUCKN hate mon. w/ a passion. Ughhh.

L: Well I'll talk 2 u 2morrow. Ttyl : )

J: Boo, u whore! Jk haha cya soon.

L: Night broseph.

J: Not now, haha.

He threw his phone on his bed. BEST DATE EVER! he thought. He took a quick shower and started to get dressed for bed. He threw the covers of his blanket over himself and swiftly went into a deep slumber.

A man creeps in the shadows and watches the brunette walk down the barely lit lane. Logan feels as if someone's eyes are piercing into his back and turns around to see if anyone is. He keeps walking down the lane, but wonders where he is going. He hears a noise, like glass being stepped on.

"Is anyone there?" he asks with timidity in his voice. There is no answer but a howling wind coming from every direction. Logan suddenly has the chills and starts to wrap his arms around his small body to give some deal of warmth. The lit alleyway soon becomes a veil of darkness. "Logan? Logan! Please tell me where you are!" shouts a certain voice. "Carlos? Carlos! Carlos! I'm right here!" he yells to his boyfriend. All of a sudden, the alleyway is lit up once more, and two men in black coats find there way to the small brunette boy. One has a knife the other has a rope. Logan's eyes are wide with shock and soon starts sprinting towards wherever the alley will take him. "Logan! Logan! Where are you?" Carlos' voice can be heard in the growing distance. "Carlos, I'm right here, they're going to kill me. Please help me!" he yells desperately.

One man makes his way in front of Logan and holds him down. The other reveals his knife and proceeds to kill him. He cries out, "Please don't kill me. Please stop! Let me go, please!" The man reveals his face to the pale brunette. What Logan sees is not a man, but a monster. A monster from the past. "Dan?" he quivers. Dan doesn't say a word but slits Logan's throat open. The pale boy covers his throat, but finds his hands covered with a warm scarlet red substance. Both Dan and his accomplice soon start stabbing at his lifeless body. He tries to cry but finds it harder to breathe each moment. In the distance he sees Carlos, looking at him. He mouths the words I'm sorry, and runs away in the darkness. Why did Carlos leave him? Did he not love him? Why? Why would he do that? Why- "Logan! Logan! Logan, honey, wake up!" his mother yelled.

He wakes up in a frightened, cold, sweat. "Honey, are you okay? You were having a nightmare." his mom said. "What? What time is it?" he asked. "Oh Logan, your father and I heard you screaming in your sleep. You were yelling for a Carlos? To help you, and it's 7:13." she explained. "I was having a nightmare?" he asked dumbfounded. "Yes, you were. You haven't had one of those since-uh never mind. It's just been awhile." she said hurriedly. "Since the incident about him." he replied absentmindedly. Chills ran down his spine just the thought or dream about him. "Don't worry, my son. He can't hurt you, anymore. He's gone." she reassured her son. "He's missing, that's what you mean, right?" he says coldly. "I mean that he's just not here, in your life, anymore." she tells him. "NO MOM! You don't get it do you? He's still out there and probably trying to find me!" he yells. "LOGAN, HE CAN'T GET NEAR YOU! My God, where is all of this coming from? Please just don't worry about it." she replies. "You don't understand mom. You weren't the one that got beaten. You weren't the one that got raped! You weren't the one that had to go through all this." he tells her with tears streaming down his eyes. "You're right. I'm so sorry, my son. I'm so sorry." she says trying to comfort him. "Where is all this coming from? Please tell me Logan." she pleads. "What's with all the yelling?" Logan's father interrupts. "Logan had a nightmare, remember?" she reminds her husband. "I know that, but why were you two yelling?" he asks. "I'm just tired of remembering him." Logan speaks up. "Son, you need to forget about him." his father says a little too harsh. "You need to understand, that he can't get to you. He is just an illusion in your consciousness." his mother assures him. "I try to, but he always finds a way to get to me. Even in my dreams." he says in a whisper. "Son, its been years. He's not here. Only in your mind can he exist." his mother replied. "It's only been 2." he retorts. "Just calm down, okay? This is the only time you've ever had a big freak out. Do you need therapy again?" she asked. "No, mom I don't need it. You're right, I'm just a little stressed and I don't know why." he admitted. "Well, whatever is stressing you out, can you handle or can you fill us in on the details?" she asked. "I think I can handle it, I just need a little time to adjust to this place around here. Thanks guys, I really needed that." he explained. " You know you can talk to us about anything, you know that my son." his father interrupted. And you, since when did you become a psychologist?" his father jokingly asks his mother. "Uh hello I took psychology as my second major, duh." she jokingly replies. Logan chuckles at his parents humor. "Thanks guys. I just had a breakdown. I'm just worried." he explains almost on the verge of tears. "It takes time. If that's what you need to forget about him, then you can take all the time you need." his mother says. "And we'll always be there to support you, whenever you need it." his father reassured him. They all had a group hug and Logan looked at the clock.

"Oh shit, its 7:35!" he yelled and rushed his parents out of his room. "Language!" both of his parent's scolded. "I already missed my bus! Dad can you drive me?" he asked. "You better hurry up then. I know your school starts at 8." Logan hurriedly put on his clothes and went into the restroom. He brushed his hair and teeth and grabbed his backpack and headed for the door. "Breakfast, you dork." his mother called after him. His parents can act like such teenagers sometimes. He went back and grabbed the ham, egg, and cheese sandwich. He went out to his dad's car and jumped into the passenger's seat. "Okay it's 7:50, and we have 10 minutes till the warning bell rings." he says with concern. "Don't get your panties in a bun. If you're tardy, I'll sign you in." his father coolly says. Logan smiles and laughs a little at his father's humor.

As they went through the neighborhood, they finally reached their destination, Los Angeles Central High School. As Logan's father went to drive up to the drop-off curb, he saw his Latino boyfriend near the steps. Carlos saw Logan as well and waved at his brunette boyfriend. "Friend of your's?" Logan's father asked with curiosity. "Umm, yeah, you could say that. Why?" he replied. "I hope he's not like the other people in town." his father answered. "What is that supposed to mean? I mean it's not like he kills people for a living." Logan stated. "I never said he did, but if I were you, I'd watch out for people like him. He might be nice, but don't get caught up with these people and their trouble." his father said sternly. "I know he's not like that. He's my bo-b- my friend, dad and he is very trustworthy." he countered. "Well if he is you friend, then I guess I have nothing against him. Just remember what I said. You may think you know people well, but deep down you only see the surface of their true character." his father explained. "Ughh, God! You sound like mom now." he replied with humor. "Oh my god, I do. I need to stop hanging with her for awhile." his father said. "Alright dad, I'll see you after school tonight." he told. "No you won't I might work a little late with my boss and her clients." his father explained. "Oh well I'll see you then." he tells his father. "See you kiddo." his father bid him farewell. "Bye sonny-boy! Make good choices!" his father yelled. Everyone in front of the school laughed and to make the situation more embarrassing, his father honked his horn three times. He even saw his boyfriend of a week, laughing at his embarrassment. "Ughhh fuck my life." he says with the blood rushing to his face.

"Aww, babe what's wrong?" Carlos asks condescendingly. "Ughh, fuck you. Oh my god, that is sooo embarrassing." he says sarcastically. The Latino simply laughs at his pale skinned boyfriend's remark. As they head to Logan's locker, Carlos takes the opportunity to kiss him on the cheek. "What was that for?" the pale boy asks. "What? I can't show my boyfriend some affection?" he sincerely states. The pale boy simply thanks his boyfriend. They finally reach his locker and Logan throws his Calculus and Physiology book into it. "God, you're a nerd." Carlos states. "Haha, very funny. But I'm a snerd." he coolly replies. "Hmmm a snerd? Like slutty nerd or sexy nerd?" Carlos wonders out loud. Logan replies with a whisper, "I can be both if you want." The Latino boy responds, "You're such a fucking tease, you know that? Just wait till we're alone." The brunette simply responds with a smirk, knowing what would happen if they were ever alone. Logan sees his boyfriend's hand to see that his knuckles were a bit of a dark red-brown color, and also noticed a red stain on his beige t-shirt. "Uh, what's that?" he says pointing at the red stains on his knuckles and shirt. "Uh I cut myself, and that's ketchup. Come on lets get you to your first period." he replies, leaving no time for the pale teen to respond. Huh? Maybe it's nothing. But then again like dad said, 'How much do I REALLY know about him?' Then again it could be just like Carlos said. Hmmm. He thought in the back of his mind.

Kat's Crew

"So the fag, goes to LACHS. Now do we take him, Kat?" Jay Jay asks. "No, not yet. We need someone to go 'undercover'." Kat responds. "But Carlos knows how we look and sound. So what do we do now?" Jay Jay asks confused. Kat answers her question, "Well that's why he won't know that Shanya is actually Shannon." Jay Jay gives her boss a dumbfounded look. Kat simply rolls her eyes at her slow comrade's action. Shanya comes from across the street and tells Jay Jay hello. The slow girl takes a few seconds to know that the girl is her friend. Shanya wore Hollister brand jeans with an Abercrombie Fitch T-shirt. Her hair was no longer black, but a bright bleach blonde, her skin tone became a little lighter and her voice changed from a Hispanic accent to an inner city white girl's. She pulled off the preppy girl look very well. Kat was actually astounded that she barely recognized her acquaintance. "Good job, Shanya or should I say Shannon? Now go find out all you can about our little blanquito." she orders. Shanya doesn't question her orders and obediently follows through with her leader's request.

Author's Corner:

The title of the chapter is named after Rihanna's You da One. I just love that song because it's really catchy. Haha Once again I am really sorry that I've been gone for at least 2 months, but I just needed time to think about some personal stuff. I know it's like already been a month since, but HAPPY NEW YEAR! Lol Well people just Read and Review and I promise I'll update ASAP! Thank You guys!