Disclaimer: I don't own BTR (God it would be good if I did!) But I know I always ask this, but please review my chapters. I'm sorry it's been a bit of time since I last updated my story, but please enjoy, and hopefully keep reading and reviewing. Listening to Big Time Rush while doing this fanfic really helps me ;P


Mike's p.o.v

As his eyes fluttered open, Mike felt a horrible pain sprout in his neck because it was at an odd angle. Mike's whole body came awake immediately and he groaned in pain softly, rubbing his neck to try to counteract the pain

"Damn" Mike muttered, turning his head to stretch the muscles but noticing Darcy lying on the sofa, her legs curled right to her chin, her head resting on his chest. Mike's memories flooded him at that moment, the way his daughter cried on his chest all night because of everything that was happening. The arguments between her and the guys, Camille slapping Darcy because she kept refusing to make up with the guys for something she had no control over, throwing the ball so hard it hit one of her friends. Then the stalker, the person who was scaring Darcy completely shitless by sending her threatening letters, one of them even being a threat against her dad, something that he obliged by. He even went out of his way to actually hurt him enough to scare Darcy even more, no, terrify her so much that she felt she had no one to turn to in her time of need. In the morning Mike wanted to stay at home all day to keep Darcy company, but his thoughts were running fast because of the fear he felt for his daughter. He wanted to get to work as quickly as possible, so that he could shove the evidence in his bosses face and demand that they immediately set up a case for his daughter, hopefully before she went on this big concert. He wanted her to be safe on this massive concert, even without her friends there on her side cheering her on, he would always stay by her side even when others turned their backs. Mike picked up a small piece of paper from the large pile they kept in the living room, scribbling a quick note to Darcy before leaving through the door. He quietly shut the door, letting out the breath that he never realised he was holding. Walking down the stairs and entering the lobby, Mike noticed the four boys that were hurting his daughter enough so that she broke down almost every night, the four boys that were making her life more and more difficult to be strong enough to face up to her stalker. He noticed one of the boys look in his direction and give him a small wave, but the anger in Mike's body was sharp like a blade. In fluid motions, he stalked towards the four boys, his face very stern, but deep within his eyes they must have seen how angry he looked

"Stay away from my daughter" Mike sneered in a cold tone, his eyes narrowing dangerously at the four boys. Two of the boys tried to back away from his tone, but the taller two stood their ground, their own eyes narrowing to slits. Hazel and emerald-green trying to intimidate the bright blue eyes of Mike

"She started it" the boy with the hazel eyes sneered, his eyes opening wider so that Mike could see the anger in them, but Mike couldn't give a rats ass how he felt because his main concern was his daughter, her emotions crashing around her and everyone just standing there and watching, doing nothing to help

"She only wanted a friend here, but I guess no one is good enough for her" Mike snarled, turning around and blowing them off before they could say anything else


Darcy's p.o.v

She woke up to no one in the apartment, lying on the sofa curled into the smallest ball she could make, her knees tucked under her chin. A small note was lying on the table, the edges curled up slightly from lack of use. Darcy didn't move for a few moments, a small sigh escaping her lips as she uncurled her legs from under her chin, stretching them out fully along the sofa. Pulling herself away from the sofa by her arms, Darcy leaned forwards to grasp the note in her hand, the note crunching under her hand. Her dad's neat writing was on the paper, but parts of the paper had holes, the left corner a messy scribble when the pen refused to work anymore

Dear Darcy, sorry I had to leave before you woke up. I wanted to get to work before any one else could get there. I brought all the letters and the photographs you've received from your stalker, and I'm giving them as evidence so that we can catch this stalker. And prove that he attacked me to get to you

Love Dad

Darcy almost balled up the paper in anger, her hands ready to rip and tear the letter in her hands. She didn't want anyone to help her, because she felt that if the stalker saw or found out, they would kill the people she cared about. The stalker had proven to Darcy that he would harm those she cares about, because he had attacked her father after threatening to in a letter her father now had, and was going to give in for evidence

"I need to clear my head" Darcy muttered to herself, shaking her head and wiping at her eyes with her sleeve to get rid of some tears that had escaped without her knowing. Without another word, the paper dropped from her loose grip, completely forgotten. She walked out of the apartment, completely ignoring a small voice trying to gain her attention, but she would ignore everyone that wanted her attention, because everyone else seemed to want to. The boys were ignoring her, even Carlos, who she thought that he had his own mind, but no, he was following the crowd of his brothers, obviously following the old saying 'bros before hoes' rule. They were brothers, and brothers always took each others side, no matter what. Even if one of the brothers were wrong, hurting someone that they were friends with, they stood together as a team. It angered Darcy to the point that she never wanted to see the boys again, but another part of her was desperate for their company, because she was scared. Darcy twirled on the spot when she heard a small scream from outside as she pushed the door open, completely ignoring her previous thoughts. No one else bothered to move from their spot at the scream, but Darcy wouldn't allow someone to get attacked and do nothing to stop it, and feel the guilt later on. She broke into a run, her feet pounding on the pavement loudly to try to help the gang of men who were attacking the person to realise that someone was coming. But as soon as Darcy bolted into the alleyway, scratching her hand on the brick, she gasped in horror. Carlos was curled up against the wall, trying to cover his face as much as he could, but Darcy could see all the cuts and bruises littered across his face and arms. The small whimpers that were coming from Carlos' mouth made Darcy's heart plummet to the floor, but the feeling soon evaporated from her body, instead anger bubbled in her stomach, completely consuming her

"Leave him alone" Darcy snarled in a threatening voice, but it was not loud because she spat it out through gritted teeth, because it was all she could do. One male, who was about to punch Carlos in the face, paused at Darcy's bravery. He turned around, a sly smirk on his face as he turned to look at Darcy, but she saw in his eyes a look of lust, his eyes roaming down her body

"Hello babe" he cooed, licking his lips and looking squarely at her chest. Darcy gritted her teeth, a sarcastic reply on her lips that she had to bite back. His eyes finally met Darcy's, and the look of lust was still dominant in his eyes but Darcy completely ignored him, trying to look around the three men to see Carlos. He had curled up against the wall, almost squashing himself against it hard, the look in his eyes was one of terror, and Darcy was having a hard time looking away from his eyes. All of the men's attention was on her, she felt all three eyes on her body, but the leader's eyes were looking into hers when she moved her eyes from Carlos' to his. Darcy refused to look away from him, not letting him think that she was intimidated by him

"Leave" Darcy snarled the warning, balling her hand into a fist, but holding it against her leg, digging her knuckles hard into her leg to stop herself from lunging forwards and punching the man. But with one fluid motion, the leader pushed Darcy at the shoulder. She was not ready for the shove, and as he pushed her, Darcy lost her balance, her legs going from underneath her as she slammed to the floor, her back taking the blunt force. At the shove, Darcy's vision went blood red, completely consuming her vision. She only heard their vile, cackling laughing directed at Darcy, no other sound could penetrate to her ears. She couldn't stop her body from jumping to her feet, bounding towards the men. She couldn't see what she was doing, the blood-red fog was still swarming around her vision, and no matter what she did, the fog would not disappear. Darcy immediately tried to stop herself, to force the fog away from her vision, desperately not wanting to hurt anyone, but the fog around her vision was winning, the anger too strong. Darcy felt her fist collide with someone's face, a bone somewhere on their face breaking from the force of her punch. A bellow of a scream echoed around the mist, and somewhere inside Darcy she felt enjoyment from the man's scream of pain, so her body threw another punch at the man, her fist connecting again and again. Each time she threw a punch, something gave way, but after punching the man four times, the mist slowly evaporated from her vision, allowing her to see the state of the man. He was on his back, clutching at his face and thrashing around, kicking his legs up with the pain. His face was white as a ghost, but blood made his features stand out, but it was the horror embedded inside his eyes that really caught Darcy's attention. Darcy could see clearly into his eyes, because she had leaned over him while punching the leader, her body moving without her even knowing it. A small part of her wanted to smash her fist into his face again, feel like the dominant one again because of him hurting her friend. That was the angry part of her, something that she couldn't control. When it came out, she was ruthless in her attacks, punching blindly while the red mist consumed her whole vision, not letting her see the damage she was doing to her person who angered her to the point that the red mist appeared. It terrified her to no end how violent her attacks could go, just a small thing would set her off and it never ended until the person was dead or quite badly injured. Breathing heavily through her nose because her teeth gritted together hard, Darcy tried to form words through her teeth. Her first try was just a grunt of anger that roared from her chest, making the leader flinch and give off a small, girly cry of fear, his eyes meeting Darcy's so she could see the absolute look of horror deep within his eyes

"Leave. Him. Alone" Darcy snarled, biting on her bottom lip to stop the anger consuming her again. It was trying to seep into her vision again, but Darcy blinked it away for the moment. She felt blood fill her mouth, its copper taste making Darcy more aware of her surroundings, giving her more control. The man's eyes still held the same amount of horror, and, if it was possible, the man's face turned pure white in colour, all of the remaining colour in his cheeks draining from his face. His eyes remained staring at hers, his pupils dilated to mere pinpoints with the fear he was feeling. He was watching her intently, seeing if she would make another move towards him, probably to unleash another round of her pounding into him because he hurt her friend. He knew why Darcy was mad at him, she could tell by the look in his eyes as he still stared at her, another look in his eyes looking as if he was waiting for Darcy to give him permission to leave. Darcy glared at him, only staring at him and nodding. He copied her motions, nodding fast and scrambling to his feet, stumbling from the alleyway with his tail between his legs. Carlos was still in the corner, never realising that the men had ran away in fear because of Darcy, something she was grateful for because he never saw what she did. Darcy slowly approached him, never touching him because he may lash out thinking it was the men that attacked him

"Carlos its okay, they've gone" Darcy whispered in a soft tone, bringing down her voice so that it was barely a whisper that she made. Carlos' eyes snapped to hers, and Darcy saw the tears that were pooling inside his large, brown eyes, the tears threatening to fall from his eyes. When the sun finally came around to shed light into the alleyway and hit his face, she saw the tear tracks down both of his cheeks, and she had to stop herself from running back to the men and beat them up again

"Carlos is more important at the moment Darcy!" Darcy reminded herself stubbornly in her mind, mentally slapping herself at the thought of leaving Carlos alone and letting him stumble back to his apartment alone, hurt and scared out of his wits. Carlos' hand snapped to her upper arm, gripping it tightly enough so Darcy flinched in pain, but never showing it on her face nor letting Carlos feeling the flinch. His feelings were more important at the moment, because he was frightened, his own feeling of terror taking a hold of his emotions

"T-Thank you" Carlos spoke in barely a whisper, but Darcy heard everything he said. A small smile littered her face, almost making Carlos smile if he was not in so much pain. She could see it clearly in his eyes

"That's okay Carlos, were friends, remember?" Darcy put as a joke, trying to humour him, but it never brought another almost smile on his face. Something had happened between him and the others, and even though Darcy desperately wanted to ask him, the words never made it to her lips. Carlos had stumbled to his feet as Darcy was lost in her own thoughts, staggering slightly as he stood, he might have been able to get his balance back by himself, but Darcy's hand rushed out to grab his elbow, but he never flinched away from her touch

"I-I'll be okay" Carlos coughed, doubling over to catch his breath, but Darcy was not in the least convinced at all. Without another sound, Darcy rose to her feet, her hand still clutched at Carlos' elbow, refusing to let him go. He tried to shrug off her hold, but it only encouraged her to hold him tighter. Even though Darcy's heart sank when Carlos tried to pull away

"I'll help you back to the apartment" Darcy spoke, never taking her eyes off Carlos' body


Darcy slowly lowered Carlos on the sofa, ignoring the wince in pain when he jarred his ribs with the simple movement of sitting down. Darcy looked at Carlos with sad eyes, because she could see every wound that Carlos had gained through the beating, and she had not been there to protect him from being hurt. When Carlos lifted his head to give her eye contact, Darcy looked away in anger and sadness

"I'm so sorry" Darcy spoke at last, making eye contact and watching as Carlos' eyes look deeply into hers. But at that moment, a hand slammed down on her shoulder, pulling her backwards so hard that when they let go, Darcy couldn't regain her balance. Darcy's back took the blunt force again, the back of her head slamming onto the carpet but leaving no injury, her knuckle scrapping along the floor when she fell. When Darcy lifted her head to peak to see who threw her to the floor, she was met with a pair of angered hazel eyes, James's eyes. Her mouth suddenly went dry with fear at the look in those eyes, they were so angry

"How could you!" James roared at Darcy, not bothering to keep his voice down while screaming with the door wide open. James stomped towards Darcy, leaning down to be close to Darcy's face "how could you hurt someone like Carlos? He did nothing wrong! I told everyone you couldn't be trusted, that you were useless! We are not friends Darcy, we never were. We just wanted you to feel welcome to the Palm Woods, and at the first sign of trouble, we were going to dump you. Oh wait, we already have!" James snarled directly at her face, and Darcy was having trouble keeping the tears from cascading down her cheeks. Her chest constricted, growing so tight that she could barely get a good breath. Even when she could, it wheezed through her lips, but she made sure that she didn't fully exhale out a breath, to make sure that she never showed James that his words were stinging her straight through the heart. Darcy pathetically scrambled away from James, using her heels and palms to get a good distance from him before standing up to her full height, staring James straight in the eyes. She didn't know if her emotions were showing through her eyes, but even if they were, she didn't care at the moment. Taking one last took at Carlos' face, Darcy turned and walked away from her friends, ignoring the looks from everyone that had crowded around the door when James first started to roar at her. She especially ignored the sly and amused looks from Jo and Jett, but she could feel their scrutinizing gaze on her back as she walked