Hello, recap time! Kendall and Mr. Mitchell fought and Kendall end up getting locked out of the house. But with James help, he was able to get in. Logan get locked in the closet while Mr. Mitchell tied up Kendall and James. He let them see Logan suffer. But Logan end up winning and they all went to Kendall's house. Let's see what happens next.

Logan's POV

Kendall, James, and I run out of my house and into Kendall's house. No one was home. We got cleaned up.

"Hey, what time is it?" James ask while we sit on the couch and watch TV.

"Like Seven." I answers

"Shit! I gotta go! If I'm late my mom will kill me!"

"Bye James." Kendall and I wave to him.

"See ya!" He run out the door.

My mom called again and I pick up. "Yeah Mom?"

"Logan, are you okay? How did it go with your father? Did you espape? Did he hurt you at all?"

"No mom, I'm fine. No harassment or anything. I escape with Kendall to his house just in time." Lie.

"Oh, that's great! Listen you can sleep over with Kendall tonight. I just called Jennifer and she said it's fine."

"Great!" I exclaim. "Bye mom, love you!"

"What's going on?" Kendall ask

"I get to sleep over!"

"Great!"

It's now almost midnight and we both are now in Kendall's bedroom.

"Okay, here are some blankets." Kendall got some blankets from his closet and put them on the floor, unfolding to make it look like a sleeping bag. He then grab one of his pillow on his bed and put it on the floor. I was about to lay on it until he stop me. "Oh no, you are not sleeping there."

"Then where will I sleep?"

"On my bed. I don't want you to be uncomfortable."

I nod and got on his bed, getting comfy under the covers. "Night Kendall."

"Goodnight Logan. I love you."

"I... love you... too." I say slowly, laying my head on one of his pillow and close my eyes.

I awoke from a creak noise. I shot my eyes open, but find I wasn't in Kendall's room anymore. It's mine's. The lights in the room are dim and a shadowy figure moved slowly towards me as if I was their prey. It lurks in my room the night. I can see that they are holding something sharp, despite the fact that I'm positively sure I saw a sharp shadowy object in hand. I pull the covers over my head, terrified took over, rearing it's ugly head. I slowly put the covers down. As it got closer, the image appear clearly like it had came from nowhere. My dad, staring at me, wicked, evilly smiling like a creepy fool. I can see the sharp object. I feel like bolting out of here but my body's not cooperating with me. He was about to stab my heart. I was able to move my body and I sprint into action, out the door. I found myself in my house. I look down from the stairs, and a shadow came above me, I slowly turn around to find my dad, taller then usual. Wait, I'm I smaller? Of course, but why am I short? He push me down the flight of stairs. I hit head first on the wall. The pain in my head is killing me! I then saw him, standing right in front of me. I have the urge to fight back. I did didn't really lasted long when the door was slammed open and my dad sliced my arm! Now there's a long bleeding line on my arm. The burning sensation took over all over my body, causing me to let out a loud hiss and soon, scream. My dad got arrested afterward and I was sent to the hospital.

I shot up screaming and panting. My face is sticky and wet, as if I had been sweating. I turn my head around frantically, finding myself back in Kendall's room. I sigh in relieve. Glad it didn't happen for real... or did it? Wait, that dream I just had. It's a memory! A tragic memory. I look at my arm, the same arm where the scar has been for about five years. Age 13, no wonder I was short in my nightmare. I can't see it, but I can imagine the scar very well. I look down on the floor to see Kendall's shadowy figure sleeping, from the dark room. I lay back in bed, staring at the ceiling. Afraid I'll have that again. It seems real. I can feel everything.

Kendall's POV

"Kendall! Wake up! Wake up!" Katie, my 7 year old sister jumped up and down on my bed excitedly, smiling and laughing.

"Katie, trying to sleep!" I groaned shifting positions on my bed.

"But you gotta wake up! Mommy's going to work and want you to take care of me and I'm hungry!"

"Ugh, fine." I got up off my bed and caring little Katie down the stairs, plopped her down on the couch and tickle her little body.

"Ah! Kendall, stop! It tickles! Please stop!" She laughed uncontrollably.

"This is for waking me up!" I laughed.

"Okay, okay kids, that's enough! " Mom came up to us. Her voice sounded hoarse and she looked groggy and tiring. I stopped tickling my sister.

"Mom, are you alright?" I asked in worry.

"I didn't sleep last night. Your father's didn't came home last night."

"Maybe something came up." Katie commented

"If something did, he should have called. Well, maybe watching the news will help."

"Mom, who watches the news?" I asked

"Want to read the news or watch the news?"

Katie and I eyed each other and quickly got to a sitting position on the couch. I grabbed the remote and turn on the news.

"...Last night, a unknown crime was committed. We don't know who caused it or what happened exactly. All we know is that it happened at approximately 11pm. There was a man, lying on the road. It seems to be a hit and run but more likely a gunshot. It is unanimous of who did this. The victim's name is Kent Knight. We found him on the road, dead. The team's still investigating the crime. Not much information is found yet..."

I turn off the TV. Did the news just said that my dad is... dead?

"No, this can't happen."

"Kendall, what's going on?" Katie ask

I didn't answer. I just got off the couch and ran to my room, slamming the door without thinking and cry alone. not wanting anyone to come and comfort me.

Skips to a month later

After caving in my room for about three weeks or a month, I started getting out and train to fight. We start a little investigation with James. Later in the week, we got to the police station and talk to Mr. Garcia.

"Hello Kendall, James, what brings you here?"

"Mr. Garcia, you remember the crime that happened a month ago about my dad killed on the street?" I ask

"Yeah, we did a lot of investigating and found the suspect."

"Who?"

"Well, it's Mr. Mitchell."

"No way." I stare at him in disbelief.

"Yes. And we have to catch him and arrest him."

"And I know how." I smirk.

"How?" James ask me.

"Just leave it all to me."

Afterward, I prank call him to meet me in the alley. At night, James and I got there and fought him since he could be dangerous. We fought. Surprisingly, we got away and me and James got sent to the hospital. Got in a coma for like a month.

I shot up, breathing heavily. I sweat look at the clock and saw it was just the middle of the night. Okay, what was that? Must be the memory experience. Scary stuff! Well, lay back down staring at the ceiling, unable to fall back to sleep. The memory is scaring me. A few minutes of staring at nothing, I fell back asleep.

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