I am FREAKING out. I was just scrolling through the BTR archive and I saw this story, then I saw it had 22 reviews. 22! To me that's a big deal, because I'm still new to ff. This is only my third story, and out of those 3 only one is complete…I will eventually have to continue Big Time Adventure, but I'm having too much fun writing this. Sorry BTA readers. I'm having ALL these ideas for it, but I just can't seem to write it. I always end up writing one of these. My mission is when I write 10 of these, I will start writing BTA again, hopefully...

16. Questioning

"This is it." Logan said as they approached a 2 story house. The snow had lighten up as they walked, so they could see the lights on inside. The curtains were drawn though, so you couldn't see in. "You guys ready?" Logan asked, looking at his 3 best friends, who all nodded. Logan gave them a sad smile and lead them up the wooden steps onto the porch, a porch swing on the right end.

Logan knocked on the door 3 times before entering. "I'm home! I brought company too!" He yelled. The living room was small, 2 couches and a cabinet squeezed into the small room. One hallway lead to a door, where they could hear the sounds of many voices behind it. Another hallway lead to a staircase and another hallway, which they couldn't see what was down it.

A tall woman came through the door. She had a red checkered dress on, looking like one of those woman you saw on 60's show. She smiled at Logan. "Are these the friends you've been talking about for so long?" She had a sweet little voice, making the three new boys feel comfortable.

"Yeah. Mama Jay, this is-" He was about to start introducing the boys when Mrs. Jay interrupted.

"Let me guess." She walked over in front of Kendall. He stared at her for a second, then she grabbed his chin and made him look up. Carlos and James got a little scared by the sudden action, but Logan started laughing. "Green eyes and blonde hair, you're Kendall." Kendall smiled and she released him.

She walked over to James, who was scared she was going to do the same thing. Instead, she ruffled his hair, which he immediantly began to fix. "James." She said with a small nod. Both Logan and Kendall were laughing now.

Mrs. Jay then walked over to Carlos, who was grinning widely. She stared at him for a second. "Som que hace Carlos?" (So, that makes you Carlos?) She asked.

Carlos grin got even bigger. "Sí. Ese soy yo." (Yes. That's me.) Mrs. Jay nodded and walked over to Logan, wrapping one arm around him. She bent over and whispered something in his ear.

"It's about time you told them." She said it quietly enough so only Logan could hear her. He nodded.

"Tell you later." He said, and Mrs. Jay nodded again. She released him and walked back over to the where the hallway with the door met the living room.

"Dinner should be ending in 3-" Logan's eyes widen. He ran over to his best friends and pushed them onto the couch. "2-"

"This is gonna be crazy." Logan said, standing in front of the couch where the boys were.

"1." Mrs. Jay side stepped just as the door flew open and a people started coming out.

"Logie!" A little girl yelled, running up to Logan. He bent down and swooped her up. She put her arms around his neck. She couldn't have been more than 3.

"Hey Jessica. How was your day?" The little girl pulled back and looked at Logan.

"It was good. We went and played in the snow. And-" She looked over and saw the three boys. "And people I don't know." She tightened her arms back around Logan.

Carlos was watching the scene, while Kendall and James were scanning over the rest of the living room. 5 other kids stood there, staring at them. Logan, who was watching them, quickly sprung into action. He looked over at the kids standing. "Guys, these are my friends, Kendall, James, and Carlos." He pointed to each boy as he spoke their names. He then walked over to the kids. 3 girls and 2 boys, all different age. He put the little girl, Jessica, back down. He then looked at Mrs. Jay, who was watching them. "Order?" He asked.

Kendall, Carlos, and James all looked confused at that one word. Mrs. Jay nodded and walked over. "Line age, young to old!" She stated. The kids all started moving, getting into a line. Logan in the middle of the group. Mrs. Jay pointed to Jessica.

She took a step forward. "Jessica, 3!" She yelled, than stepped back.

The next boy took a step forward. "Alex, 8!" He stepped back.

The next boy stepped up. "Jason, 12!" He stepped back.

The next girl stepped up. "Carly, 14!"

Logan took a step forward, smiling at his friends. "Logan, 15!" He took a step back.

The girl next to him took a step forward. "Alice, 16!"

The last girl took a step forward. "Kellie, 17!" She took a step back and they all just stared forward.

Kendall looked at Mrs. Jay, who was smiling. "Dismissed." The group got out of their line and began to walk over to the couches, but Mrs. Jay clapped. "No, you can come down here and talk after you get ready for bed. You too Logan." The group groaned and took off down the hallway leading to the stairs, the boys going upstairs, the girls turning to where the boys couldn't see.

Kendall stood up. "What was that?" He asked Mrs. Jay.

She smiled. "My husband is in the army, so that's how we have the kids introduce themselves to new people." Kendall nodded and sat back down. "So, you boys are Logan's friends." She said, more as of a question. The three boys nodded. "Very good. He's probably one of the worst cases I've seen…" She trailed off, staring at her hands.

"Ma'am, what do you mean?" James asked, but before she could answer Logan came bouncing down the stairs in pajamas.

"You guys better call your mom's and tell them where you are." Logan said. "Come on, I'll show you where the house phone is." The boys nodded and followed Logan into the dining room, where a small blue house phone hung on the wall.

Carlos looked up at James and Kendall, who also looked deep in thought. "You know, he never really did tell us what happened to him before he was placed in foster care." He said.

Kendall nodded. "He told us he was abused by his mom, neglected by his dad. But he never did tell us how he got placed in foster care…" Kendall drifted off back into thought, staring at Logan's red and black face, wondering what was going on inside his head.

10 year old Logan Mitchell walked into his house. No, not his house, they place where he got beaten every day until his mom went to work and his dad came home and ignored him.

He walked into the house as quietly as possible, but not quietly enough. "Logan!" His mother screeched from in the kitchen. Logan laid his backpack on the hook where he always put it before running into the kitchen.

"Yes Mama?" He asked when he saw her, knowing what was about to happen. His mother didn't answer, she never did. She just walked over and slapped him across the face, like she always did.

Logan just laid on the floor, too used to the routine to try to fight back. He could never when, never. He just laid there, crying as the pain increased from the kicks and punches his mother threw.

She kicked him hard in the ribs and Logan gasped, feeling her high heel dig into his skin. She continued pounding on him, up until the alarm clock rang somewhere in the house, indicating it was 5 o'clock.

The woman picked Logan up by the collar of his shirt, pulling him roughly to his feet and making him look at her. Those evil brown eyes staring at him. She muttered words that just blended together in Logan's foggy mind. The pain was unbearable, but she never let him give into the darkness till she was gone.

Logan suddenly felt his head smash into the floor as his mother threw him down, giving him one last kick before leaving to change out of her blood covered clothes and go to work.

Logan laid there, crying as the pain became duller as he began to pass out. Why? He thought. Why me? What did I do? Why won't anybody save me? Why? The impossible question that never had an answer. He finally closed his eyes, letting the darkness take him over.

Logan's eyes flew open, and he was immediantly blinded by white light. He went to move his hand to cover his eyes, but as soon as he moved, pain burned across his arm. He let out a hiss of pain. Every one of his limbs burned, including his face.

Suddenly a face appeared above him. He blinked a few times before realizing it was Kendall. "Hi." He said. His voice was horse and his throat was soar. He attempted to clear his throat. "What happened?"

His eyes followed Kendall as he sat back down. "There was a fire."

The memories flooded back at Logan so quickly it made his head hurt. He reached up and grabbed his forehead, instantly regretting it. His arm and hand exploded in pain as did his face. "How bad are the burns?" He asked, attempting to get in a position that didn't hurt as much.

"Your hands and face are 2nd degree, but the rest of your limbs are 1st."

Logan nodded. "Not as bad as I thought, I defiantly thought I wouldn't wake up." He heard a whimper from his other side and looked to see Carlos with tears in his eyes. "Hey Carlitos, what's wrong?"

Carlos wiped his eyes. "It was just really scary. I don't want to think about you not making it." Carlos whispered.

Logan nodded as much as he could. "M'kay. So where'd you guys go today?" He asked, looking at James, who was by his feet. He saw his arms and legs were a bright red. "Mmm, sunburned." Logan whispered, not loud enough for anyone to hear him.

James looked at him with a smile on his face. "We actually out cat shopping." He said.

Logan looked at him confused. "Cat shopping?" He looked at Kendall, who was also smiling.

"After the whole Jade thing, Carlos kept demanding we get you a cat." Logan turned attention onto Carlos, who had a wide grin on his face.

"Really?" He asked.

Carlos nodded, his grin getting impossibly big and his cheeks reddening. "You seemed to really like having a cat, so we decided to get you one."

Logan tried to smile, but his face hurt too much. "I'd totally be smiling right now but I can't." He stated. The three boys started laughing.

*S*H*O*R*T* *T*I*M*E* *C*H*A*N*G*E*

After a couple of minutes later Logan was thinking about the dream he had had. Kendall, being Kendall, seemed to pick up on this. "Something wrong?" Kendall asked him.

Logan was tempted to shake his head, but after the near death experience, he decided to tell them. "I had another nightmare about my mom."

Kendall looked shocked. Partly because of what Logan had said, partly because Logan said something. "What?" He asked.

Logan looked up at him. "Ever since I was little I had nightmares about my mom beating me. I still have them every now and then." Tears filled his eyes.

Kendall pulled his chair impossibly closer. "How come you never told us?"

Logan shook his head. "Same reason I didn't tell you I was in a foster home. I didn't need you guys leaving me because of my past."

James pulled his chair up next to Logan. "That day we promised that we would never leave you. Is it that hard to believe?" He asked.

Logan looked down at the white sheet covering him. "It was. It just happened last years, I had to make sure you guys wouldn't leave me. Than I got adopted and the nightmares stopped, than Big Time Rush started and I just forgot about them. This is the first one I've had sense then." He looked back up at his friends.

Carlos then also appeared on the other side of Kendall. "Logie, how did you get put in foster care? What finally happened to put you there?" He asked.

Logan looked at his friends, all of them had a determined look in their eyes. "Okay...I had just gotten home from school-"

Logan walked into his house, already preparing for the fight he was about to get into. He walked into the house quietly, hanging his backpack up as he went. He was already heading towards the kitchen when his mother yelled for him.

He slowly walked into the kitchen. "Yes Mama?" He asked, just like everyday.

Only today, something was different, and Logan could tell. His mother had an evil look to her. Logan stood there, waiting for the usual punch or slap to the face that began the beating, but it never came.

Instead, she started yelling at him. "This is all your fault! It's your fault!" She screamed at him.

"What is?" He asked, his voice shaky.

That got her going. She ran over and punched him in the jaw, knocking him into the wall. "It's your fault he's gone!" She kicked him in the stomach. "Mama, I don't know what you're talking about." He cried.

"It's your fault he's dead!" She continued to scream.

"Who?" Logan asked. He knew it was stupid to be asking questions, but he couldn't help it.

"Your father!" She yelled, kicking him hard in the ribs again. Logan closed his eyes in the pain. She's going to kill me today, he thought.

His thoughts became more real when she grabbed the knife. "Mama, what are you doing?" Logan asked, staring up at the woman.

"I'm done with you." She came at him with the cold piece of metal.

Logan was crying, hating having to relive that day. His three best friends just stared at him. He wished with all his heart he could've tackled one or all of them into a hug, it was so painful to tell. He took a deep breath a continued the story. "I couldn't tell you what happened next even if I wanted do. I only remember pain and blood. Then after a while I heard different noises. Screaming that wasn't my mom or me." He closed his eyes, letting more tears fall down his burned face. "Apparently one of our neighbors heard the screaming and called the cops. My mom got arrested and I was sent to the hospital. After a month there, I got sent to a foster home. And you know what happened from there."

Logan stared down at the white sheet that covered him again, thinking about every hidden scar he had from those demon high heels she'd kick him with. "I hated those shoes." He whispered aloud, not even thinking about it. He looked up at his three friends, who were still staring at him. "Are you gonna say anything?"

Kendall was the first to snap out of it. "Oh Logie...I don't know what to say." He said.

Logan shrugged. "Yeah, I figured. What can you say in like a situation like this?" He asked.

Carlos shook his head. "We need a cat." He said simply, staring at his feet. All three boys looked at him. "What?"

James raised an eyebrow. "That was definitely not one of the things I thought of saying."

"Me either." Kendall said.

"Well, we do." Carlos said.

Logan just nodded, glad for the change in subject. He knew his friends still had questions, most of which he wouldn't have answers, but right now he was just enjoying the moment. "We do need a cat." That's when something accord to Logan. "How's my hair?"

IT'S MY FIRST TIME WRITING ABUSE! I'm so sorry if it was bad! Okay, so it's 3 in the morning, and this chapter took a LOT longer than I thought it would, and didn't really go where I wanted it, but oh well. I liked writing the scene with Logan and his foster siblings. Just in case you didn't know, she lined the up youngest to oldest and had them speak their name and age.

Thanks "Logan Henderson is Mine" for giving me the idea to have Carlos want to get Logan another cat!

So, please review! Please please please PLEASE!

Ella ;)