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A beacon of hope

Kendall's p.o.v

"WAAAAHHH!" someone bellowed in Kendall's ear, making him give off a loud, screech that James would have been proud of as he thrashed around in his sheets in a sheer panic, falling to the floor in a heap when his legs wouldn't move fast enough to support his body as he fell off the bed, his long legs tangled in his bed sheets, a loud, obnoxious laugh roared around the room, and Kendall instantly recognised the laugh

"JAMES!" Kendall screamed raw from his throat, his face turning red as he furiously tried to untangle his legs from his sheets, slapping and angrily grabbing at the sheets in a futile attempt to untangle the sheets, growling in annoyance after the sheets didn't budge, but neither did James stop laugh. Kendall heard a thud as someone landed on the floor, but Kendall hoped it was James, and also wished that the older boy had hurt himself

"Oh my god!" James laughed as he lay on the floor kicking up his legs, clutching his stomach as tears gushed out of his eyes from laughing so hard, but Kendall didn't even break a smile

"Its not funny!" Kendall shouted, throwing his hands up in the air in frustration, still trying to untangle his legs from the sheets, his throat starting to hurt from his scream. As soon as Kendall had unfurled his legs from the sheets, Kendall rose from the bed in a threatening manner, staring at James the whole time. James laugh died in his throat as hazel eyes met angry green ones

"Uh, I'm going to get some breakfast" James spoke nervously, edging out of the room, watching Kendall the whole time

"Hey! I'm not finished!" Kendall whined, reaching towards his bed and throwing his pillow at James, but he ducked away before it hit him in the face, a small, bitter laugh escaping James' mouth as he ran towards the kitchen. But James stuck his head around the door, a big goofy grin almost breaking his face in half, and Kendall wanted to grab James' pillow and throw it at him

"Get ready, and get into the shower and use CONDITIONER!" James put empathies' on the word 'conditioner' almost screaming it as James glared at Kendall, using his lucky comb to jab it in Kendall's direction, a stern look on his face

"Err dude, why?" Kendall asked, a dumb look probably crossing his face as his eyebrows knitted together

"Because, I'm taking you to the hairdressers for a much needed haircut" James spoke in the calmest voice he had ever spoken, and Kendall felt fear run down his spine because James was so calm

"No" Kendall crossed his arms across his chest, tipping his chin up in the air to appear stubborn, but James only stalked into the room, grabbing Kendall's ear and dragging him out of his room, across the room to the bathroom, where James pushed Kendall into the bathroom. Kendall had to catch himself on the sink at the harsh shove, glaring at James as he slammed the door, shouting to everyone who was listening that 'Kendall needs to use the bathroom first, because he's going for a haircut'

"Stupid" Kendall muttered, combing his fingers through his hair to brush it away from his forehead, looking himself in the mirror. He didn't know what sort of haircut he would get, but James probably had everything planned, and it worried Kendall to no end

"Kendall! Hurry up!" James screeched through the wooden door, banging hard on the door when he got no reply

"Why?" Kendall shouted back, banging the heel of his palm into the wood

"Because we are going on tour soon! You need to look your best!" James yelled back, and Kendall sighed heavily in frustration

James' p.o.v

James had not left the bathroom door since he pushed Kendall inside, listening intently to what was going on in the bathroom and that Kendall actually had a shower. Logan and Carlos, mostly Logan, had given James such a strange look after finding him standing at the bathroom door, his ear to the door, his face scrunched up in concentration

"Err James" Logan spoke, leaving Carlos' side for a moment to stand next to James, trying to pull him back from the door, his expression looking worried

"Dude!" James suddenly shouted, pulling back from the door and giving Logan a glare. He knew the look Logan was giving him, giving him a look that was like he was a pervert, which he didn't like

"There's someone in there" Logan pointed out bluntly, and James rolled his eyes as the person shut off the shower

"I know, I pushed Kendall inside so he would have a shower before his hairdressers appointment" James shot back, glaring at Logan as the look faded from his face, but not completely. His eyebrows were up in the air

"James, usually you give someone privacy when their in the shower" Logan shot, poking James hard in the chest with his finger, but doing more damage to himself than James

"Dude, don't you think I know that?" James asked bluntly, but immediately tried to take back the comment, but luckily Kendall came out of the bathroom, steam flowing around him as he stood in front of James and Logan, no shirt on his chest, only his jeans on his body

"Please tell me he's not been standing there?" Kendall asked, running his fingers through his wet hair and glaring at James, but James felt excitement run through his body as he grabbed Kendall's hand, yanking him to the door before Kendall could reply

"James! He needs to put on a shirt!" Logan shouted, knocking James out of his excitement as he turned to glare at Logan. James blindly scrounged around the apartment, still dragging Kendall around with him, his grip never loosening from around Kendall's wrist. Logan, on countless times, tried to explain to James something that he probably wouldn't have understood, but James was not listening to anything that he was saying, he was trying to ignore both Logan and Kendall both complaining at him

"Guys!" James shouted, twirling around to face them both, a stern look on his face as he looked back and forth between Logan and Kendall "Kendall is going for this haircut, whether he likes it or not!" James replied stubbornly, throwing a shirt at Kendall that hit him in the face

"I don't need a haircut" Kendall muttered, pulling on the shirt over his head

"Look at you now, your hair is in your eyes" James spoke, brushing the hair out of Kendall's eyes and trying to fold it back away from his forehead, Kendall swatting his hand away

"It's fine" Kendall growled, his green eyes getting angry

"But won't the fans love your new look?" James put simply, raising his eyebrows and using a wide smile that showed all his teeth, but Kendall was not amused, crossing his arms and glaring up at James

"No"

"Yeah they will. And anyway I'm having my hair cut too, so the ladies will love it" James' voice changed to his ears, it was more like he was flirting with Kendall, trying to make him believe that his new haircut will make the ladies love his hair, but the smile faded from James' face after he realised what he just thought. He was trying to make Kendall look better for the fans because of the up coming tour, but James knew something that Kendall would not admit to, especially after his relationship with Jo. Kendall loved someone else in the Palm Woods, someone that was meant to be doing a concert but broke her arm, someone who was called Darcy, and James knew that Kendall was trying to ignore those feelings because of Jo completely shattering his heart, and Darcy was desperately trying to put those pieces back together for him. But she failed epically, got pushed away from everyone in the group, including James who thought of Darcy as a little sister, and she tried to respect their wishes

"James?" Kendall's voice knocked James out of his train of thought, his vision clearing as he squinted at Kendall as he waved his hand across James' face, getting his attention. Kendall and Logan both looked worried out of their minds, no one was smiling as they scanned James' eyes to see what was wrong with him. Music was blearing around the apartment, a girls voice singing to the rock songs in a lovely voice, and James' attention was immediately going to the music instead of telling Kendall and Logan what was wrong with him

"Who is singing that?" James asked, walking around the room to find the source of the music, almost falling over Carlos sitting almost a metre from the computer screen, a large picture of a cd the main attraction on the screen, but it didn't say who the music was by

"It's Darcy singing you know" Carlos spoke, his speech slightly muffled by the food in his mouth, but James heard a small gasp from behind him, but he didn't turn around, almost in a trance with the music being played. James leaned on the back of the chair Carlos was in, his eyes scanning the screen properly to find out more information. The song was a slow song, Darcy's voice soothing and flowing with the music being played, but it was near the end of the song, and James actually felt himself wanting to listen more. More music played through the speakers, the music starting suddenly which made James jump a mile in the air, being laughed at by Carlos, who seemed to be used to the sudden change in music. The music was now more rock like Lucy's music

"Whoa" James whispered, his eyes not leaving the screen as the music played

"I've been listening to her music for a while now" Carlos broke James out of his trance, shaking his head and looking down at Carlos while he looked up at James "she's really good, she can sing anything, slow, fast songs" Carlos almost looked at the screen lovingly as he talked about Darcy

"She is good" Logan admitted as James took a look over his shoulder at the two boys as the music played through the apartment. Logan looked happy at the music, almost as if he wanted to dance to the music, but Kendall looked angry at something but it was not showing through his eyes, so James couldn't easily figure out what was wrong with him. Maybe he was trying to figure out to himself about his feelings for Darcy? But knowing Kendall he was finding more things wrong with her than positive. They didn't know her past, didn't know anything about her

"Come on" James suddenly spoke up, raising his voice so he was heard over the music, attracting everyone's attention

"No" Kendall whined as James grabbed his wrist, pulling him out of the apartment


Carlos' p.o.v

Carlos stayed sitting at the computer desk, Darcy's music flowing through the speakers and around the apartment, but the big disk on the screen was not the only thing on the screen. Carlos had been able to keep the minimised page from everyone, only just opening it when he heard the apartment door slam close, only Logan in the room. The whole page was about Darcy's upcoming tour, Darcy's face the background, a full, natural smile on her face as she looked into the camera, and to the right of the page, not in any way disorientating Darcy's face, was a small box with everything that was going on. Carlos had kept his eyes glued to the website, but before Carlos could put it onto his favourites, someone else had already done it, but in the box was a load of horrible comments at Darcy

'I waited for a year for this concert, then the news of Darcy breaking her arm comes along! All my pocket money wasted on her! Wish she never became famous'

'Can't believe that Darcy won't do the concert just because she broke her arm'

'She's such a bitch, wasted money on her for nothing'

Carlos didn't read anymore of the words, feeling tears filling his eyes as he only read three of the comments, those were the best comments he read, but they got worse as the messages went on

"What's up with you Carlos?" Logan spoke, startling Carlos but he didn't minimise the page early enough, because he jumped in fright, allowing Logan to lean closer to the screen and read

"N-Nothing!" Carlos shouted, tackling Logan from the screen, but it was much too late, because all Logan did was simply sidestep to the side, and Carlos fell to the floor

"The concerts been cancelled?" Logan's voice was saddened as Carlos picked himself up from the floor, brushing the dirt from his clothing as Logan sat down in the seat, clicking at the mouse to see around the website

"Yeah, Darcy broke her arm. But something's wrong with that, I mean Darcy wouldn't just stop her concert for that!" Carlos whined, ranting on and on about how Darcy wouldn't stop the concert, he never noticed the irritated look Logan was giving him

"You think something's wrong?" Logan questioned, still clicking at the mouse and finding pictures of Darcy looking quite pretty. Logan blushed deep red when he saw the pictures, he looked back towards Carlos, who was trying not to burst into laughter at the blush Logan was trying to conceal

"It just doesn't seem like something that Darcy would do" Carlos looked directly into Logan's eyes as he spoke the words, and by the look in Logan's eyes, it seemed like he believed him

"Darcy's probably going through something and needed to cancel the concert. It's given us a chance to do a concert" Logan smiled, walking to the kitchen for a drink, but Carlos did not like how quickly Kendall and James had made a decision about taking Darcy's concert, convincing Gustavo to get them to do it instead of Darcy. It didn't feel right to Carlos, but it was obvious that no one else thought the same thing. It seemed like hours as Carlos stayed on the computer, looking through the website and reading all of the comments from her fans, but they were not positive, only negative and saying that they were going to follow Big Time Rush, much to Carlos' annoyance. The apartment door slammed open, and two voices flowing from the door, Carlos quickly shutting down the computer before anyone else noticed. As Carlos turned around, he almost froze on the spot at Kendall's new hairstyle. It was short, completely away from his forehead and folded neatly at the top of his head, no fringe covering his forehead. He looked pretty good with the new hairstyle Carlos admitted

"Nice" Logan dragged out, walking circles around Kendall as he looked at Kendall with his new hairstyle, James at his side with a wide smile etched on his face

"Told you so" James said to Kendall, elbowing him in the side and giving Kendall a glare. But Kendall smiled, running his fingers through his shorter hair, much to James' annoyance, slapping his hands away from his hair. Someone's phone began to ring, but Kendall jumped up in the air, his hands going for his pocket before the second ring, pulling out his phone

"Hello?" Kendall spoke, but another booming voice screamed down the phone, and Kendall immediately pulled away the phone from his ear

"Gustavo" three voices spoke at the same time, Carlos rolling his eyes as Kendall nodded

"Okay Gustavo, we'll start packing for tonight" Kendall shouted back to Gustavo, ending the phone call before Gustavo could answer him back "got to start packing for tonight" Kendall spoke with excitement, giving James a high five as he went to their shared room, Logan following Kendall's example but going a separate way from James and Kendall, into their shared room. Carlos was the only one who stayed back and waited for the computer to finish shutting down so he could think clearly about everything that was going on with the concert. It didn't seem right to Carlos to take something that was Darcy's to begin with, even though they were not really friends, it still didn't seem right. The computer was still shutting down when a hand slammed down onto Carlos' shoulder, startling him as he gave off an almighty screech of terror that would have any girl jealous, his fist swinging around to slam into the cheek of the person

"OW!" Logan shouted, clutching at his red cheek with both of his hands


Darcy's p.o.v

She dried off as quickly as she could, the fastest time she had ever moved in her entire life, but the fear of Jacob seeing her naked was swarming in her mind the whole time she was in the shower, and the image wouldn't leave her. The way Jacob would stand in the doorway, his eyes full of lust as his gaze swept over her body, how he wet his lips as his eyes wandered. Darcy shuddered violently as if someone had walked over her grave, goosebumps crawling up her arms, but she needed something to defend herself from Jacob, her eyes searching around the room for something sharp. The only thing she saw was her own reflection staring back at her through a mirror hanging on the wall, the centre of the mirror already smashed through the middle, small cracks coming from the larger one as Darcy stared, a plan starting to form in her mind. Her mouth twitched up in a smile as her mind went from the room to she was in to a certain boy that always came up with plans, but the smile soon disappeared as his face came into view in Darcy's mind, that stupid, cocky smile on his face, small dimples on his cheeks as he smirked. Before she knew it, her hand had lashed out at her reflection, her right hand balling into a fist as her hand hurtled towards the mirror, smashing the already broken mirror to pieces falling around her hand. Some pieces were already glinting red as they fell to the floor. The anger was still raging through her body, a large chunk of the mirror hanging uselessly from a single screw in the wall, still swinging from the momentum from when Darcy punched the mirror. Her reflection still stared back at her

"I need something" Darcy muttered to herself, kneeling down on the floor and pulling away smaller pieces of glass to get to the other half of the mirror cast on the floor at her feet. It had not smashed on the decent down to the floor, which surprised Darcy as she cut herself a few times on the glass as she brushed them away from the surface of the mirror. A quick plan formed in her head as she stared at the large chunk, standing to her full height and using the heel of her converse to smash it against the mirror, an almighty cracking sound of the mirror echoing around the room, smaller pieces flying in random directions, but it never phased Darcy, because now she had something sharp to use to defend herself. Footsteps came closer to the door, Darcy's hearing heightened because she was really listening for anything for a giveaway to someone coming, so she collected the biggest piece of glass that was almost as big as her hand, hiding it in her palm as the door slammed open

"Hello darling" Jacob's voice flowed through the room, but Darcy didn't back away from the challenging tone in his voice as he spoke

"Hello Jacob" Darcy replied back, her voice going stone cold as she tried to make out Jacob's figure in the doorway. He was standing away from the door frame, the light from the bathroom not being able to reach him, and the light from the next room was not on

"Hope you enjoyed your shower, because I did" Jacob cooed seductively, the heels of his shoes clicking on the bathroom tiles as he approached Darcy, and her hand automatically clenched her hands, the glass cutting into her palm as she did

"You didn't see anything" Darcy hissed, clenching her hand around the piece of glass defensively, her hand wanting to lift up to point the glass at Jacob, but that would give the game away, and he could have easily disarmed her in an instant leaving her defenceless against anything that Jacob could do to her. She wouldn't accept that fact, so Darcy forced herself to pin her arms to her sides, letting Jacob say whatever he wanted and completely ignore him when he speaks

"Maybe I did" he snarled in the same tone, still walking forwards and right in front of Darcy, his body almost touching hers. His hands began to unclench and clench at his sides, and she knew that he wanted to touch her

"Like you could see anything you pervert" Darcy sneered but it was a massive mistake as Jacob lunged forwards, pinning Darcy's body with his own against the wall, his body flush to hers. She could feel something hard against her leg, but she ignored the horror that started her heart racing in panic, her face present of no emotion, she wouldn't show how much she was afraid. Jacob grabbed her left hand, her useless shoulder moving with a stab of pain as he moved her arm, pinning it above her head, moving so his whole body was pressed against hers. She tried to move her left hand to conceal the glass in her palm, but with quick reactions, Jacob had twisted her around so her face was crushed against the cool wall, soothing the pain flaring in her cheeks

"I may be a 'pervert' but I'll always love you, Darcy" Jacob's voice was sickly sweet, but nothing like honey, it was like someone was scraping their fingernails across a chalk board. His fingers were raking through her long black hair, making it stand on end from the static, but he soon hugged hard on Darcy's hair, her head yanked back as he pulled

"I don't love you!" Darcy screamed, following the momentum and throwing her head back into Jacob's face, the cartilage on his face letting off an almighty crack as her head made contact. A feeling of dizziness hit Darcy hard as she stumbled back into the wall, the grip lost in her hair. Darcy twirled around to face Jacob as he clutched at his nose, bellowing and screaming like a child that just got hurt, falling to the floor and kicking up his legs as he screamed, and Darcy's body reacted before she could think about what would happen. Her body stumbled towards the door, ignoring the horrible searing pain roaring up her leg as she put pressure on her leg. She stepped over Jacob thrashing around on the floor, her right foot going first above his body, but as soon as she was over him, she tried to run towards the door, but another figure appeared suddenly, the fright making Darcy drop the glass shard. It never smashed but she couldn't be sure as she stared at the figure in the doorway, their frame almost as big as the door itself. It was the bald man from before when she was kidnapped, and unconsciously, the back of her mind seemed to throb at the sight of the huge man. There was a sneer of a smirk on his face as he stared down at her

"Where do you think you're going?" he hissed, squaring his shoulders so that both his shoulders touched the wooden frame of the door, but Darcy didn't let him approach her any closer, kneeling quickly on the floor and scrounging around for the shard, keeping her gaze on the man as he took one step as her fingertips touched a cold object. She didn't take any time in looking what the cold object was, only gave off a loud, rebellious scream of terror, jumping on her feet and swinging her arm in an arch movement. The shard scraped along the mans pale cheek, blood spurting out of the cut as soon as it scraped along his cheek, but he never flinched. Instead he looked incredibly pissed off at what Darcy just did, and he moved in a similar movement, catching Darcy straight in her nose, her head being thrown back by the harsh blow. She could feel blood pouring from her nose, collecting above her upper lip but she ignored the blood. The man had lunged for Darcy, his body colliding with hers, sending Darcy crashing to the floor, his hand in her hair to keep her steady. She could only watch as her body reacted, moving her leg from underneath the man and resting her feet on his chest. She pushed with all her might against the chest, but there was a hard blow to her face again, sending her cheek slamming to the floor with a powerful force. As she pushed back against the man, her hand was desperately trying to reach towards the large shard that was covered in blood at the tip, but he fought against her, punching her face or anywhere where he could reach with his fists. That was until her hand managed to grasp at the shard, her fingers tightening on the shard, holding tight when it seemed to be slipping from her reach, but she soon swung it again, harder this time, across what she aimed at to his face. But instead her aim had been off but she still hit him, but the glass cut him across his throat, the blood immediately pooling from the wound as he made horrible noises, chocking on his own blood, his eyes wide with horror. His hands moved away from her face, scrabbling and clawing at the wound at his throat, his words only gargling sounds as his eyes rolled up, only the whites of his eyes showing. Soon the horrible gargling sounds stopped, a loud thud almost seeming to shake the room, but Darcy forced her eyes not to look at the man, Jacob's screams still loud in the room. She forced herself to her feet, scrabbling at the wall when her leg gave way to the pressure when she stood up, but she soon balanced herself, but not before she crashed into the wall

"Don't you dare!" Jacob's pain filled voice screamed towards Darcy, but she still didn't turn around to look at him, her main objection was to get out of the room and outside, where she could possible shout or phone for help

Darcy ran until she felt nauseated, a burning in her throat because she tried to keep it down while she almost sprinted towards a red phone box in the distance, the long sleeved shirt that went over her tank top was tied across her waist, letting the cool air brush against her skin. It was mocking her as she stumbled towards the phone box, but she kept her eyes glued to her objective until she realised that her hands were scrambling for the handle to the door, scratching the red paint. Darcy threw open the door, ignoring the way it squealed from lack of use, but she jumped inside and immediately picked up the phone from the stand. She slammed her hand down on the small shelf in the phone box when she realised that she needed money for the phone to work, but as she scrabbled around in her pocket, she came out empty. She kicked at the floor with her right leg, the sound of a coin hitting metal with a loud clang drew Darcy's attention to the floor, a fifty pence piece twirling on the floor until it settled. A smile spread across Darcy's face as she squatted down on the floor, ignoring the throbbing in her knee as she did so, to pick up the money. As she stood up, she forced the fifty pence into the machine and punched the phone number into the phone, putting the phone to her ear. It obnoxiously rang in her ear

"Hello, Mike Black. How can I help you?" Mike answered in a dull tone that Darcy had only heard once in her lifetime

"Dad!" Darcy shouted down the phone as her father gasped on the other side of the line. He started to scream almost down the phone to someone, but Darcy held the phone away from her ear

"Darcy sweetheart, where are you? Are you alright? How hurt are you?" Mike rushed quickly, barely taking a breath as he shouted

"Dad, please I don't know how much time I have until the phone call ends. Please" Darcy spoke, her throat burning now because she felt close to crying

"Sorry, please do you know where you are? Is there something close that you recognise?" Mike's tone had gone serious, but she could tell that he was trying to smile

"Um" Darcy spoke, turning around to look outside, squinting her eyes as she did, but there was nothing obvious that really stood out to Darcy, no building or anything that she could go off. But something caught her eye, a small movement in the dark that she almost missed if she was not concentrating hard enough, she soon lost it though in the darkness "I-I don't see anything dad" Darcy spoke without her mind really catching on with what she was speaking about. Her full concentration was outside in the darkness where she saw the movement, her stomach clenching

"Damn" Mike swore down the phone, Darcy's lips twitching up in a smile as she listened to her father mutter under his breath

"Dad, cal-" Darcy's speech was cancelled as a loud smashing sound came to Darcy's ears right before a massive, sweaty hand grasped at her right wrist. She screamed in terror, the phone dropping from her hand as she was yanked towards the wall of the phone box, her arm going through the broken glass, scraping the skin along her arm from her wrist up to her shoulder. Darcy bit back the scream of pain that threatened to break from her lips as she pulled against the hand, sending her arm back into the glass as she pulled to try to release the grip on her wrist, seeing the arm that had a tight hold on her wrist was covered in blood and had shards of glass embedded in their arm, but by the look on their face, it didn't look like it phased him, but Darcy's breath hitched in her throat. It was Jacob's face that was pressed against the glass that was not broken, blood covering the bottom half of his face, his clammy hand that was clamped around Darcy's wrist, yanking her through the glass once again as a muffled voice screamed her name constantly. Her arm was already covered in blood, from her wrist to just to her shoulder but, even though it hurt, Darcy kept pulling her arm back through the glass to force him to let go, but it was not working like she planned. With one almighty pull, Darcy pulled hard at Jacob's hand on her wrist, forcing him to smack his head on the glass with a loud crash, the glass smashing with the contact, and luckily Jacob stumbled back as the phone disconnected. Darcy wasted no time in crashing into the door with her shoulder, ignoring the fiery pain that came with doing it, and running down the street into the main road, untying her shirt as she did, having trouble with putting it on as she ran but she managed. As she ran into the road, there was a loud honking of a horn, bright flashing lights that made her freeze in horror like a deer in the headlights . . .

. . .As tires squealed close by