Hey, guess what? LOGAN CHAPTER YAYY! Yeah, This one is going to be in Logan's POV...just because it can...Okay, I have a reason, but that'd spoil it for later! Mwahahaha Isn't anxiety fun? But yeah some chapters could switch between Sammie's, Logan's, Carlos', and maybe even go to third person...I'm not sure yet, we'll leave that to later chapters.

Disclaimer: I don't own the people of BTR

~Logan~

I hated these days. Hated them, hated them, hated them. It was inhumane and an act of pure laziness on Kathy and Ron's part. This place should seriously be shut down.

"Thinking out loud again, Logie?"

I jumped at the sudden voice. I hadn't realized I was talking. I turned around and saw Kendall standing at the base of the stairs, smirking.

I blushed. "Oh...sorry. I didn't think I was vocalizing that at all."

Kendall shook his head. "Don't be, you're right about everything." He walked around the couch and sat next to me infront of the fireplace. "I hate it here, really. I've been here a year and a half and it has barely changed at all."

My eyebrows furrowed. "What changed?"

"Ron and Sammie." He stated plainly. I sighed at that. "I'm going to feel so guilty."

Now it was Kendall's turn to be confused. "About what?"

"About Sam. Really, there's no way we can stop it. And I really, really, hate watching."

Kendall sighed and put an arm around me. "I know, Loges. I do too. It's illegal too, isn't it?"

Before I could answer, I heard footsteps coming from upstairs.

"Okay, shush. It might be Kathy or someone." I warned, and I pushed his arm off me. The footsteps got closer and closer until they hit the top of the stairs. They became soft and hesitant. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Sam walk down the stairs. She seemed to be searching for something, and I knew exactly what it was. She looked around then walked over to the kitchen.

"You're not gonna find anything." I said, she turned around. "There's no breakfast."

"How'd you know I was looking for that?"

I smiled and twisted around so I was facing her. "Carlos did the same thing."

Sammie bit her lip. She walked to one of the couches and sat down. "Okay...So do we get anything to eat?"

"Nope!" Kendall said, perhaps a little too enthusiastically. He leaned back far enough so he was laying on the floor. He pulled a pair of sunglasses out of his pocket and put them on. To top it off he rested his head on his arms folded behind him. "The only thing we get to eat today is lunch and quite possibly a little bit of dinner." He explained with smile. I rolled my eyes and turned my head to see Sammie. She looked as though a puppy just got ran over.

"We barely get any food?" She asked in disbelief. We both nodded with our lips pursed. "What the hell I got up early for nothing?" We nodded again.

Kendall repositioned his head. "Shit just got real...Or, it's about to." I whipped my head back around to Kendall and slapped his side. He flinched and raised his sunglasses. "Ow, what?" I gave him a stern look and he sighed. He sat back up into the position he was in before.

Sammie sighed as well. "So," She began, "What are we gonna do today?"

Kendall and I looked at eachother and bit our lip.

/

"Are you serious? Isn't this illegal or something?" Sam shouted after she was given a hoe. The guys and I just bit our lip, and got to work. If we couldn't have an impact because of what we said, why try? Even if we had...they had to be brave beyond anyone's compare.

Earlier we had all started to walk down the road with Ron to the farm next door. Sam thought we were all taking a long walk; she was thrilled. Although, when we headed to the field, Ron had handed her the hoe and explained everything. We plow the fields for the winter crops in the fall, then we plow again in the spring. In the summer is when we harvest all the crops and do any other crap Ron had planned for us.

Anyway, Ron's face twisted against Sammie's words of protest. I really wanted to go up to Sammie and pull her away...tell her she couldn't be so hard-headed. But if I did, she'd only get it worse and I'd get it as well. I was too afraid, I was always too afraid...

Ron didn't say anything other than, "Just do it." He turned on his heel and left the way he came. Sam watched him leave with a look of disgust before turning to us.

"I can't believe this. Is he too lazy to go out and get a machine and do this himself?"

"Just leave it alone, Sammie." I told her in a monotone voice. I plunged my tool into the growingly cold and hard ground.

"How can I leave it alone? Logan, we're basically slaves doing this! This is child labor! We're not getting paid, I highly doubt any of you volunteered to do this. Why should we be forced to?"

"It teaches us discipline and it builds character and some other crap." Kendall complained. He stopped what he was doing and leaned on the hoe. "Plus, there's nothing you can do about it. So like Logan said, 'leave it alone'."

She rolled her eyes. "Well this is ridiculous. I'm not going to do it." She dropped her hoe on the dirt and crossed her arms. Carlos looked up at her.

"Sammie, you have to! If you don't...Please stay." He pleaded. Sammie only raised an eyebrow.

"What are they gonna do? Send me to bed without dinner again? Oh, no. We can't have that!" She mocked.

"Sammie..." I warned, narrowing my eyes at her.

"Don't do this..." Carlos pleaded again.

"What are we planting, anyway?"

"...Nothing." I informed her.

She blinked. "I'm sorry, Logan. I refuse to do this. I'm not going to do Ron's stupid dirty work for him when he could do it himself. I'm going back up to the 'house'." She put quotation marks over the word 'house'. She turned around and started to leave when James suddenly shot up and grabbed her hand before she got too far away.

"Sammie..." He said softly. The rest of us, including Sammie, raised an eyebrow. "Don't, please. Stay here."

We were all frozen in our spots. I don't think anyone was expecting that.

Sammie slowly pulled her hand away from James'. He swallowed as Sam picked her hoe up again. Reluctantly she began to work, the rest of us followed.

"Hey, think of it this way:" Kendall said after a couple minutes of silence. "Only six hours until lunch."

/

We made it through those six hours, well, Sammie did. That was the most important thing. Right now we were all sitting in the kitchen having an extremely awkward lunch. Kathy acted the same as she usually did, Sammie was nonchalant while the guys and I were almost shaking in anticipation for Ron's sentance. Ron...Ron was unusually happy again. It's really starting to creep me out. He's never this happy. Something's wrong...

Kathy cleared the table after we gave her our thanks for the lunch. Ron stood up to wash the dishes, although he looked kind of annoyed, probably thinking we should be doing it instead of him. We continued to sit awkwardly until Kathy left the room. Sammie was the first to speak, though it wasn't much.

"I'll be right back...I'm going to my room to get something quick." She said, slowly pushing her chair back and standing up. Ron smiled and nodded, and watched her disappear upstairs.

Suddenly Ron whipped around and slammed his hands on the table, causing the table to jump and our bodies to shake in fear.

"What did she do?" He ordered, that painful glare we hate so much aimed at all of us.

"...Do-Do what?" James choked out. Ron grabbed his hair and pulled it back roughly, James letting out a groan of pain.

"Don't play dumb with me, Diamond. You know exactly what and who I'm talking about. Now talk." He ordered again, getting in James' face and gave his hair one last pull before letting it go. James' hand reached up to hold the back of his head and fix it until it looked perfect again. "I expected her to come back within the first hour, she didn't. Why not?" He gave each of us a look and stopped at James again once he gulped.

"We stopped her!" Kendall blurted out before James' hair experienced any more abuse. Even though we wouldn't really call that abuse anymore...

"She wanted to leave, but we stopped her! She was working!" Kendall explained hesitantly, but gained more confidence as he went on.

"Why the hell did you stop her?" He demanded.

"So she wouldn't have to face you!" Carlos piped up. Ron turned to Carlos; he instantly shrunk down. "That...that's good, isn't it? W-we got her to work. That's what you w-want, r-right?"

Ron bit his lip in thought. He looked over at me and gave a devilish smirk. "You haven't spoken yet, Logan. This is a democracy, where everyone gets their say." He spoke smoothly. He was on to something, he always used that voice when he had something brewing in that horrible horrible head of his. Kendall scoffed at Ron's words, but instantly bit his lip and looked down when Ron snapped his head in his direction. Ron gave an annoyed grumble. He scanned the four of us. "You kids better be pretty damn grateful you're not getting anything for the next couple days. A government agent is coming here to do a biannual surveillance of the place. The government doesn't know about Samantha, so she might not be so lucky." I gulped, Ron continued as he leaned towards me. "So tell me, Logan: How was her work? And if you don't answer honestly...Well let's just say you'll have a bit of an ailment the next couple of days, hmm?"

I swallowed. "She...she was a bit uhh...reluctant and...s-she was kind of stubborn a-at first..."

Ron held up a hand to stop me. That creepy smile came back on his lips. "See? This is why I like you the most, you always give me the information I need."

I groaned and let my head fall into my hands. I loathed how I did that. I hate how I'd sputter out the worst things about the scenarios in order to not get punished. I jumped when I felt a hand on my shoulder, I looked up and Ron actually looked impressed with me.

Okay, something is seriously wrong.

"All of you. Get up. Now." Ron demanded. We instantly stood and walked into the livingroom. Sammie started to come back down the stairs with her long hair up in a ponytail at the top of her head.

Oh, God. Here we go...

"You!" Ron shouted once he spotted Sammie. Sammie raised her eyebrows in response as she took the last couple steps down the stairs. Ron stormed over before she even reached the bottom and grabbed the back of her neck. He twisted around and threw her against the wall, eminating a loud bang and a picture or two falling off the wall in the other room.

Sammie slid down the wall. Her eyes had gone huge in shock and confusion. She glanced at us then back up at Ron who was towering over her with fists clenched.

"You are by far the most stubborn girl I've ever had to deal with." He bent down to be eye level with Sam. "You know what happens when kids are stubborn? They get punished, just like any other facility. Except this way is a little more effective, I think." He pushed her down so she was lying flat on the floor. He stood back up and smirked. "But that's just my opinion." He lifted his leg behind him and swung it forward with so much force right into Sammie's side. She screamed out in pain and the guilt started growing more and more. I caused this. I always caused it. Now it's worse than it has ever been.

With every kick and every punch and every pained yelp that was created by Ron's rage, it became so much harder to watch. That was the worst part. We were forced to watch others get beaten or else we'd get the same.

Oh, Sammie... I can only imagine what she must be thinking right now.

~Sammie~

Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow.

~Logan~

Poor girl.

After Ron was...satisfied, with his work. He looked at the four of us and scowled.

"Get her out of my sight." He ordered, pointing at Sammie. "I don't want to see any of you down here for the rest of the night. Just stay upstairs for all I care."

We all jumped forward at his...authorative request but James picked up Sammie before the rest of us even reached her. He started to carry her upstairs, Kendall, Carlos and I trailing behind, each of us recieving a glare from Ron.

Once we reached the top of the stairs and out of earshot from Ron, James turned towards me. "Logan, what should I do with her?" He asked. Sammie opened her eyes and made a weird face. She made a move to look up at him but winced and automatically stopped moving completely. It really looked like Sammie was trying hard to not cry or groan in pain or anything, she just stayed completely still in James' arms.

"Put her in her room for now." I advised. James nodded and we all walked to Sam's room. He went to her bed and set her down. He wasn't gentle enough because Sam yelled out a few "Ow"s on the way down. James pulled his arms away from her like he was burned once she was on the bed.

"Sorry! Sorry...I'm sorry." He mumbled and walked back to stay by the door where the rest of us were. I slid past James and approached Sammie.

"Hey," I greeted. She opened her eyes and looked at me. "Hello," She greeted back. "How are you feeling?" I asked her. Her eyebrows furrowed as she looked away from me and bit her lip.

"Well I'll tell you one thing..." She said after a moment. "I did not expect that to happen."

I smirked sympathetically, but quickly snapped out of it. "Um...Does anything hurt?"

She rolled her eyes. "No, not at all. He only beat the absolute crap out of me for fun and was careful enough to not injure me."

"That's the thing though," Kendall cut in, leaning against the door frame. "He is carful enough not to really hurt us. If he did, then wouldn't be able to use us for his labor."

"The government would also shut this place down if they found out." I added, looking back at her. She raised an eyebrow.

"How far does he usually go?" She asked.

"One time I was pushed into a mirror. Got a couple scars from that." Kendall reminisced. "He pushed James down the stairs once. He sprained his wrist."

Carlos, Sammie and I all had our mouths hanging open. I had never heard this before, when was this? Why did he do that? He never does anything that bad!

I tried to voice these questions, but they only came out as nervous stutters that didn't make any sense at all.

"When was that?" Sam asked, surprised.

"It was like my first year here. Well, our first year, actually. Relatively all in the same week, it happened. I don't remember what it was but we pissed him off somehow. We were in the dining room when he started and there used to be a mirror in there until he pushed me in to it and it shattered. I got a couple scratches on my face and a few on my arm. James just thought that he was going to get yelled at so when he came out of his room Ron was standing at the top of the stairs. He...He bent his arm backwards then pushed him down the stairs. A couple days later a couple government agents came over. I had to lie and say I 'accidentaly broke a glass over my head' or something stupid like that because the scratches had on my face were still not fully healed. James had to fake it and say that there was nothing wrong with him even though his wrist was sprained and he had like two or three bruises on his face. He used his man make-up for that..." Kendall smirked as he looked back at James. Carlos looked over at him in amusement as well as Sammie.

"You wear make-up?" Carlos questioned, laughing at the same time.

"Tough guy ain't so tough." Sammie teased, giving a small smile before wincing in pain.

I chuckled and turned my attention back to Sammie. "He's really not too. He's actually just a big softie." I whispered. She let out a single laugh while James was explaining to Kendall and Carlos that is wasn't make-up, it was simply cover-up and he just happened to have a lot of it. Plus, he told them how he didn't use it anymore because if he wasn't going to be around people worthy of his existance, why waste extra perfection? Not that he wasn't perfect already, because he insisted that he was.

"Okay, where does it hurt the most?" I asked. She pointed to her wrist, which was now swelling and turning a mixture of blue, black, and purple. My eyebrows furrowed as I brought it closer to my face, being very careful not to hurt her. I looked back at her.

"This is what hurts the most?" I asked her. She nodded.

"That and my head."

I nodded. I turned back around to the other guys, still discussing James' appearances. "Kendall." I called. He turned around and raised his eyebrows in response. "Go and get an ice pack from the freezer for Sam's head."

Kendall gave me a questionable look. "He just told us to stay upstairs...incase you didn't hear him...?" He reminded me, gesturing towards the stairs.

I rolled my eyes. "Yes. I know, Kendall. There's a mini fridge in Ron and Kathy's room. She always keeps a couple in there."

Kendall straightened. He opened his mouth to say something, but he closed it and was off to get the ice pack.

I turned to Sammie again. "Can you sit up?" I asked, she nodded and pushed herself up so her back was leaning against the headrest. She used her left hand to do it, since I was still holding her injured one.

I looked back at the door-again-and only saw Carlos standing there. "Where'd James go?" I asked, pointing to the spot where said boy previously was standing.

Carlos looked back then back at me. He shrugged. "Not sure, probably back to his room." He said. Kendall came back with the ice pack and waved it over his head to grab my attention. I nodded.

"Carlos, come here and hold Sam's arm. Make sure she doesn't use it, and bring that ice pack over here." I looked back at Sammie. "Hold it where it hurts on your head. Don't move your wrist either. Carlos will be watching you." She rolled her eyes and said she'll be fine. I walked out of the room and down the hall to my room, Kendall following right behind.

"What are you going to do?" He asked as we walked into my room. I opened one of my drawers and rummaged through it until I found my miniature med kit. Kendall chuckled once he saw it. "You would."

I glanced up at him and opened it. "I'm going to wrap Sam's arm. I think it might be sprained."

Kendall looked back at me. "Sprained? Why would he do that? He never does that!"

"You just said James sprained his wrist and you got a mirror to the face!" I protested, pulling out the wrap.

"Yeah but that was before he had to make up stories on how we were injured. Now he doesn't because he knows ahead of time and he thinks things through. He wouldn't do it so bad it really hurt someone!"

"Whatever. I'm trying to figure it out. Something's up with Ron, and I have a feeling something bad is going to happen."

~Carlos~

I pulled up a chair next to Sammie's bed and sat down, handing her the ice pack. She put it on the back of her head and shot me an appreciative smile. I looked down at her wrist. It was swollen and turning black and blue. I made a small face at it. Medical stuff and injuries and blood creep me out. I don't understand how Logan does it.

"You don't have to do anything with it if you don't want to, Carlos. I'd rather you not, anyway." She said, smiling at me. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes again. I studied her face, how badly injured it was. Not too bad, really. She had a split lip and her cheek was bruising a little bit, but that was all. I saw multiple bruises forming along her arms. I could only imagine how much pain she should be in, but it looked like she was just tired. It didn't make any sense. The first time it happened to me it wasn't nearly this bad. Sam made a face as she reached up to handle her now mangled ponytail.

"Hey! Ah ah ah! You can't use that hand, remember?" I reminded her. She rolled her eyes.

"I have to have something to hold my hair in place so it doesn't all fall out! I'll just hold it there, I promise." She smiled and begun to slowly pull out her her ponytail, her face wincing in pain every once in a while. She opened her eyes after her hair fell around her shoulders and looked at me. "Hey, Carlos?"

I raised my eyebrows in response. "Yeah?"

"You seem a little more open than you did the other day when I first came here."

I smirked and shrugged. "I don't know, I'm a little more comfortable. I mean, it's like I'm just going to school now...with labor...and beatings." I pursed my lips.

"...That doesn't sound like school at all."

"I know." I murmured, hanging my head. We both chuckled, and I raised my head again. "But just having another girl here makes it seem like school just a little bit more...so I don't know." I shrugged again and looked down at my shoes.

"You ran away, too. The other day I mean...when I said what I was arrested for?" She said quietly. I shot my head up and looked at her with wide eyes.

"W-what about it?" I asked nervously.

"Somehow you knew about it. You knew what the ring looked like exactly. Why?"

I swallowed. "Uh...I don't really-"

"I'm back." Logan's voice rang through the room. He had a bunch of med stuff with him.

I leaned back in my chair and suddenly became interested in my hands. Logan stood next to me. "Dude, switch." He told me. I got up and brought another chair next to Logan. I don't know why I didn't just leave the room, it would've taken off the awkwardness and embarrassment off my shoulders.

Logan took Sam's wrist and started to wrap this weird stretchy thing around it. Sam raised an eyebrows at this.

"What, is it broken or something?" She asked. Logan chuckled and shook his head.

"No, just sprained." He answered.

"Sprained?" I asked, dumbfounded. "How is that possible? He never does that!"

"Never does what?" Sam asked, completely lost.

"Ron only hurts us enough so that nothing scares or has lasting damage. This is like a once in a while thing." Logan explained, continuing to wrap her arm.

"So those government people don't suspect anything? Like Kendall said?"

Logan nodded. "There's one coming in a couple days. I guess they don't know you're here yet so he went almost all-out on you. You're supposed to stay up here until they leave."

Sammie made a face of disbelief. "What? I don't wanna do that!"

"You have to."

"Or else he's gonna beat you up again!" I added. Sammie looked at me wide-eyed.

Logan nodded in agreement. "Yup!" I looked at him as he cut off the funky thing he wrapped her arm with.

"Well that's not very humane, is it?"

"To him it is." I said, standing up. "I'm uh, gonna go back to my room."

Logan nodded and I headed to the door when Sam called my name. I turned my head around to see her.

"You can tell me when you're ready, okay?" She said, being all sweet and innocent.

I hung my head down and walked away. She won't know, she can't know.

She can't know I put her in here.