Kendall sat on the couch flipping through the channels, waiting for the clock to hit three so he could go pick up Katie. He leaned back, deciding that a few re-runs of Spongebob would be enough to keep his mind occupied. He didn't want to think about anything, he just wanted to be in a state of complete relaxation, where noting would bother him. The program was doing a good job at keeping himself away from his mind too, until he stretched his arms and hit his wrist on the coffee table behind him.
"Fuck...", Kendall hissed in pain, quickly grabbing his wrist to see what caused the intense pain. When he saw the cuts he quickly remembered what happened a few hours ago. He started at the self inflicted wounds and silently cursed himself. He fucking cut on his wrist.
Kendall shot up from the couch when he realized how careless and oblivious he'd been when he cut in the bathroom. The blonde boy had dozens of scars, but he never cut on his wrist. Ever. He couldn't, it'd be risking his secret if someone at school, or worse, his mother saw the cuts.
I can just hide them till they heal...but what if they scar? Shit, shit, shit!, Kendall thought to himself, I'll just cover them with foundation or something. That could work! It's only a few cuts... they shouldn't be too much to cover everyday.
Kendall turned when he heard the sound of the front door slam close and shoved his hands into his pockets. He sighed in relief and slight annoyance when he realized it was just David. The older man set his keys down and groaned in disgust when he saw the blonde teen standing in the living room.
"Why are you here... why the hell are you home?"
"I came home early... I was just leaving to pick up Katie though", Kendall said grabbing his keys and walking towards the front door. Before he could walk away, David grabbed him roughly by his wrist, causing the boy to whimper from the force being put on his injuries. David loosened his hold on Kendall. giving him an odd look before turning his wrist around, exposing the raw, open cuts.
"What the fuck, you stupid fucking whore! What the fuck is this?", David screamed, knowing that if Jen saw the cuts she would also find out about the others and of course, about everything he had done to her son,"Well! Fucking answer me, you worthless bitch!"
"I-I...", that was all the blonde could muster out before the brunette man's hand came crashing against the side of Kendall's face. He instantly pulled his arm away from David and bought it up to the stinging flesh.
"You're a fucking asshole!", Kendall yelled, storming out of the house before the man could assault him again. David hesitated a moment, debating whether or not to chase after the teenager. He laughed darkly then walked over to the couch. He'd have his way with him later.
...
Kendall searched through the back seat for a sweater as he waited for his little sister in the parking lot. When he finally found one he quickly pulled it on, making sure it covered the wounds. He jumped slightly when the door next to him opened then closed.
"Hey Big Brother!", Katie said, leaning over and embracing the blonde.
"Hey Baby Sister... how was school?"
"It was pretty good, except for all the idiots. I swear, sometimes I think I'm the only fifth grader with common se-... what happened?", she asked, noticing the slight red stain on the sleeve of the grey sweater. Kendall paused, looking away from the street and down at the sleeve.
Oh shit...
"Oh... well it's probably ketchup from lunch or something", the fare boy said, laughing slightly as he turned his attention back to the road, hoping she'd believe the lie,"You know how Jett gets when he eats!"
"Ah, that makes sense", Katie giggled.
The blonde smiled, relieved that she hadn't decided to further the investigate the liquid seeping through the grey fabric. The two drove in scilnce until they pulled up into the drive way. Katie quickly grabbed her bag when she noticed Davids car already in the drive way.
"Dad's home early! Why didn't you tell me?", she asked, hopping out of the car, eager to see her father and tell him about her day. Kendall sighed in disgust as he closed his door and locked the car.
"I guess it just slipped my mind..."
As soon as the front door flew open, Katie dashed towards her farther and jumped on him, wrapping her arms around his neckloosely as she hugged him. He embraced his daughter as well, before pulling her off and smiling.
"How was your day, sweet heart?"
"It was good! I didn't know you were coming home early though. Ken didn't say anything either, so I was super excited when I saw your car in the drive way!"
"Awe, well he probably just wanted it to be a surprise! Huh, Kendoll.", David said, smirking as the teen grabbed a bottle of watwe and walked past him.
"You're and ass...", Kendall mumbled, before going upstairs and closing the door.
...
"Why are you so nervous around me? I know you like me and I like you too Kendall... why won't you just give us a chance?"
"Ca-cause your Logan Henderson! You're perfect, beautiful, caring, and smart... and I'm... well I'm nothing... I'm fucking useless."
"I think you're perfect just the way you are...", the brunette said, stepping closer to the shaking blonde. Kendall sniffled, wiping the tears from his eyes.
"Logan I-I just... I am nothing compared to you. You could do so much better than me. Why do you waste your time on me? I-I don't deserve you.", he said, looking down,"You won't want me after you see my scars... you could never love me, no body could ever love me."
Before he could muster out another word, Logan tilted Kendall's chin up, looking into his eyes and pressed his lips against the younger teens. He lifted his other hand an lightly cuffed Kendall's cheek as he deepened the kiss. The blonde felt even more tears stream down his face. The kiss was like nothing he'd ever felt before, it wasn't driven by lust and sexual desire. It was filled with love and compassion, it made him feel as though him and Logan were the only people in the world, the only two who mattered. As the brunette finally pulled away, he grabbed Kendall's hands, staring into his glistening green-orbs.
"I don't care about your scars, they could never make you unlovable. I love you for who you are. You're perfect and beautiful just the way you are."
He slowly lifted the trembling boys shirt and kissed the old wounds. Kendall gasped when the scar slowly started fading, until the mark on his skin was gone. Logan continued to kiss every single one till his stomach and chest returned to the consistent creamy silk color it's been year ago. Before the cutting. Before the pain.
"Kendall..."
"Logan...", he sighed breathlessly, closing his eyes.
"Kendall!", Logan screamed, his tone growing harsh,"Wake up, you stupid fucking slut."
As the blonde opened his eyes, Logan's facial features distorted, the room they were in became darker until he was able to make out the surroundings. He was in his room and Logan had warped into David, who was above him with a wicked grin plastered on his face.
"Awe, did I wake you? What a shame."
"Get off me!", Kendall screamed regaining his senses, and thrashing wildly at the man on top of him.
"There we go, baby. It's not the same when you don't put up a fight", David chuckled, grabbing the boys arms and pinning them over his head.
The blonde just whimpered in response, giving up on fighting against David. There was no use, he was stronger and more powerful than him. He could take another one of the mans beatings, he was too weak. He couldn't fight anymore, there was no use to it, cause either way David would be a battle that Kendall would always lose. No matter how great his dreams were, they couldn't take away the pain of reality forever, because it was honestly his own personal hell.
...
"Okay, please, everyone calm down!", Mr. Griffin said,"We're going to start our lab today so if you could please take the seat next to your partner we can start and go over instructions."
Logan frowned as he scanned the room, noticing his beautiful lab partner wasn't in the room. As he stood to search for Kendall, a hand was placed on his shoulder and pushed him back down onto his seat. He looked up, noticing Jo Taylor looking down at him, smiling wide.
"Awe, did your partner not show? What a shame, well lucky for you I don't have a lab partner! How about we pair up and we cou-..."
"But you have Tad as a partner...", Logan said, trying to be as kinda a possible.
"Well, he could work alone. Plus, it'd be better for us to work to-"
"Uhm... excuse me."
The preppy blonde girl turned, looking at the person who interrupted her. She smirked when she saw the blonde boy who was standing in front of her.
"What the hell do you want, Knight?"
"You're kinda blocking my seat. Will you move please?"
"You're kidding, right?,she scoffed, looking at Logan, then Kendall, then back at Logan,"Fine, if you want to assist the faggot it's your choice, but be careful, we don't want him turning you into one too."
Kendall rolled his eyes as the girl walked away and sat down in the stool next to the brunette,"I'm sorry I was late. I woke up late and I had to drive my sister to school."
"It's okay...", Logan said, he stopped for a minute and started at the blonde with a concerned look,"Why do you let people treat you like shit? Doesn't it hurt when people cal you that?"
"What? A fag?", Kendall asked.
"Yeah... You shouldn't let people talk to you like that. You also shouldn't have let people beat up on you. I know Stave and Dak hurt you yesterday."
"Wh-what?"
"I know what they did to you in the locker room. After you ran out of the bathroom you I went in and I noticed you left your jacket. There was blood on it..."
"I gotta go", Kendall said, standing up to leave. Before he could walk away though, Logan grabbed his arm, causing the long sleeve shirt he was wearing to rise up, just enough where the cuts from yesterday were visible.
"Oh my god...", Logan said, letting go of Kendall. As soon as his arm was released, Kendall grabbed his things and ran out of the room. Logan got up and chased after him, ignoring the protesting yell from Mr. Griffin.
Logan knew the cuts weren't an act for attention, Kendall was broken and Logan couldn't help but want to mend him.