I was speechless and I felt like hurling myself off the top of this house, to smack into the ground below, and kill myself. I hated this so bad. I wanted, to and I've been trying to fix this but my current situation is making that harder than I would hope. My arms were tied behind me, which were then tied to the bed post. I also had tape around my mouth and if I wanted to, I couldn't scream. But I didn't want to. All I wanted to do was whisper softly that I was going to fix things, and that we would be okay. I locked eyes with him and I groaned quietly into the tape around my mouth but he remained still and he remained quiet. It was like he was seeing me for the first time, or something. And it felt like I was seeing him for the first time. He looked scary and so different. He wasn't the same Logan. He wasn't the same guy I used to get drunk with almost every weekend while we were in college, and he sure as hell wasn't the same guy, that I talked to fro hours every night about our love lives and the struggles that go along with them. I was so afraid, he was so different, I might not even see the real Logan again.
There was a moment before I was thrown into this room and tied up, I heard my name by Carlos and James. I think everyone heard it actually. Especially Logan because after about the fourth time my name was called form outside, I heard Logan's voice scream it. That confused me. I was grabbed and threatened with a gun to my head to keep quiet, an di did. I had never seen a real gun to be completely honest. It scared me a little. SO I did keep my mouth shut as I was thrown into the garage wall and was faced with Louis. He looked happy to see me. And when Logan screamed my name Louis quietly and calmly told the two guys holding me, to take me upstairs and see Logan. And here we are. Except now, I almost didn't want to see Logan.
I gently pulled my legs up to my chest and laid my head back trying again to get my arms free from behind me. It was for not. I groaned angrily and loudly thrashing my arms as best as I could. But I heard a noise, a floor board creek and looked up quick. Logan was standing and he was staring at me, as if I was an alien. I took in his form, feeling sick to my stomach seeing the bruises, the dry blood and the cuts. I noticed the plain black sweats on his body, but they looked way too big. When my eyes moved back up to his face he looked down quick wiping his face with his hands. I tightened my fists and shook my head softly. And then he took three quick large steps towards me and fell to his knees by my body. His hands went behind my back and he started tugging on the rope tight around my arms. I closed my eyes and laid my head back swallowing hard. He was fast and not so gently tugging on my arms. When it started to get loosened, I started to help, wiggling my arms free and within a few seconds my arms were free. He sat back fast staring up at my face as I started to take the tape off my mouth. "Kendall he's going to kill me." I groaned feeling frustrated as the tape started to come off and I shook my head. "But I need you to tell James I love him, okay? You need to get out of here, and you need to tell James I love him." I ripped the tape off my mouth throwing it to the side and reached out fast. However I stopped myself fast seeing him jump slightly and bow his head down gasping quietly. I lowered my arms fast and shook my head gritting my teeth together. "Please Kendall. Promise me." I moved in slower and softer and grabbed his arms. He sobbed quietly and surprisingly to me, he threw his arms around my neck. I pulled him into me fast and let him clutch onto me, crying. I squeezed my own eyes shut and held back the tears. I wouldn't be surprised if I cried. Logan's been missing and now I am seeing him. Hurt and scared at the hands of a sick bastard. Who knows what he's done to him. Who knows how much pain Logan has had to go through.
"Loges…I already called the police. James and Carlos went inside to see if they could find you or find any clue as to whether Louis had you and I stayed outside." He clutched harder and cried louder digging himself harder into me. "But then I saw the windows…there boarded up. And I ran over to them and I called my buddy in LAPD and he's having the cops come out to get you. To get us. So…so you don't need to tell me….you don't have to ask me to tell James that you love him. You're going to be able to do it yourself. You understand me?" He sobbed directly into my neck and I opened my eyes glancing around the room rubbing his bare back soothingly. "Is there anything in this room that we could use…to help?" He shook his head softly but I couldn't take no for an answer. I gently untangled us form each other and stood up fast walking over to the closet door. I pulled it open fast ad stepped in turning on the light. I first spotted some empty hangers hanging up and a pair of old worn out running shoes on the ground. And then in the corner, almost hiding in the dark of the corner, I saw a black bag. I rushed to it and fell down to my knees by it, opening up the bag. I quickly reached in and pulled out a camera. I turned it on fast and licked my lips going through the memory. It was a bunch of random pictures, here and there, with Henry or Louis, and then to my complete horror of Logan. And most of the ones of Logan, weren't actually pictures. They were videos, and the first one I played I could only watch for a few seconds. It was Louis, forcing himself on Logan, who wasn't even trying to fight. He was crying and he didn't look happy, or excited, but he wasn't screaming or trying to get him to stop. Well my dumbass head immediately thought to check the other ones and sure enough, every single video of Logan was of him getting rapped. I could hear him crying out in the room quietly still and it was enough to make me turn the camera off, pull out the small tape and quickly smash the tape with the camera. I didn't want anyone to ever see this. I never wanted Logan to have to relive this and the best idea I had was destroying every single tape that was in this black bag. After doing that, I checked the bag some more, but found nothing else use full. I threw the camera back down on the floor and got up turning off the light walking out of the closet. I rushed past Logan who was now leaning against the end of the bed on the floor with his arms around his legs, his head on his knees, crying, and rocking back and forth. I was headed to the bathroom, but I stopped short turning softly. I unzipped my sweater and walked to Logan gently kneeling down next to him and putting my sweater on his shoulders. He jolted up fast and without looking at me he slipped his arms through the holes and zipped the sweater up. He wrapped his arms around his body and curled back into a ball crying still. I gently squeezed his shoulder and stood myself back up continuing my walk to the bathroom. Once inside I went to the sink and opened up the medicine cabinet searching for a razor. I would take anything right now just to use as a weapon. Except there was nothing in the cabinet. Nothing except a package of band aids. I grabbed them and slammed the door shut hard letting my anger get the best of me. I squatted down and opened up the doors underneath the sink, also finding nothing. I again slammed those doors and sat back on my butt throwing the box of band aids against the closed doors. "Fuck!" I rested my elbows on my bent knees and put my head in my hands taking a hard breath in. Honestly, I was mad at myself, for several reasons. One of them being that I got pulled in and I did nothing to fight back. I shouldn't have cared if they had a gun to my head. I should have done something. Which brings me to the second reason I was mad at myself. Logan, a guy I consider to be like my little brother, has been abused, sexually, physically, emotionally and I did nothing to try to stop it. I was the worst friend on this plant. The worst guy on this planet.
"Kendall…" One of his hands went on my back and his other wrapped around my neck pulling me into him. "Your heart…just relax." I lifted my head fast and dropped my hands turning to him. He wasn't crying as hard anymore but some tears were still staining his face. I moved one of my arms around him and let him dig into my side. I hugged him softly and laid my head on his as he situated next to me curling into my side.
"I'm sorry Logan. I'm so sorry you've had to go through this. I'm so sorry." He only sniffled underneath me. I lowered my leg closest to him and wiped at my face so he couldn't see the tears that were falling out of my eyes. There were no more words that I could muster that could make this okay. I couldn't say a word to my crying, hurt and tormented best friend. I couldn't even begin to give myself a pep talk on what I was going to do when Louis came into the room. I was worried I would react like when they pulled me, and do nothing. That thought mad em sad, for not only myself, but for Logan.
It couldn't have been five minutes that passed before I heard the bedroom door open. I jumped up fast, pulling Logan along with me and gracefully put him behind me standing in the doorway of the bathroom. Louis walked in, by himself, shutting and locking the door behind him. When he turned to us he slipped some keys into his jeans. "Mr. Knight. I'm so glad you could join us." Logan gripped onto my shirt in the back and is wallowed hard. "I heard some pounding up here. For a minute I was worried you were fucking my toy but then I remembered the only dick he ever wants his mine, because he's said so…so…" He took a step closer and so did I. He stopped and grinned wide. "Kendall I don't need any more blood on my hands, alright. Let's not make this difficult. The reason I brought you in here was so I could give you some guidelines. And you are going to take those guidelines to James and then to the cops. You are going to tell them Logan chose to come to me, and you are going to tell them he wants to be here and the digging around and trying find him, can stop." Logan gasped behind me and grabbed onto my arm squeezing tight.
"If you don't let him go and if you don't let him go, I'm going to …"
"To what Kendall? Kill me? Let the cops arrest me?" I swallowed hard watching the steps he was taking closer to me. "How about I put this in a way you can better understand?" He scratched his chin and shrugged. "You've seen what I can do. I did it to your stupid boyfriend." I relaxed a little and felt Logan let me go. "What if next time, I let them kill him? What if next time they fuck him and then kill him?" He took another step towards me and I looked up completely. "Or what if next time they take him? And you come to find him and they kill you both? DO you want to risk that, just for him?" I wanted to look away from him, but I couldn't. He was threatening Carlos and myself yet he looked like he was the nicest guy on the planet. I knew better. "Carlos is too weak and way too stupid to defend himself. That's why he needs you Kendall. Don't let this one…" Louis glanced over my shoulder and his face turned to stone and his eyes lit up with fire. He was giving a look to Logan that probably terrified him to death. "Be the reason you and Carlos…die." I heard something behind me that sounded like Logan and I bravely looked away from Louis to see Logan against the wall crying again, his whole body laced in fear. "See…you and I want the same thing. You want a happy relationship with Carlos and I want one with Logan."
"It's not a happy relationship if he is terrified of you." I turned back to Louis but as soon as we locked eyes I was hit. I was punched in my jaw but it wasn't just his fist. He had on brass knuckles. As I fell to the floor I heard Logan cry out stop and even as I rubbed my jaw standing back up I was hit again. Well not hit. I was kicked swiftly into my stomach making me fall back onto the floor.
"Get the fuck out of my house and spread the word that Logan is safe and happy with me or I will kill Carlos." I groaned holding around my stomach knowing if I tried to speak, it wouldn't work because my jaw was on fire. "And you! Who the fuck do you think you are?!" I saw Louis start to walk towards Logan and I did the only thing I could think of. I kicked my legs out hard hitting his legs, making him fall down. I shot up quick and while he was pushing himself I did my own kicking and kicked him hard into the face. I then moved in front of Logan who clutched onto my arm and we watched as Louis stood up spitting blood out onto the floor. He turned to us and wiped his mouth which had blood running out of it. He looked down and swallowed hard shaking his head. "Damn Knight…I can't imagine what you would have done to me on the ice." I pushed back into Logan making him cry out quietly. "Unfortunately, you just signed your boyfriends death warrant." He turned and took one step to the door, that was shoved open hard. Henry, who was breathless dropped some keys to the floor, shaking and breathing hard.
"The cops! There are like…50 cop cars out front! They have a warrant or something…they want to talk to you…they want to search the whole fucking house! We're fucked Louis!" Louise rushed to him pushed him away from the door and stepped out. With his hand on the door knob he looked back in and stared directly at me.
"Keep them quiet. Don't open this door for anything and whatever you fucking do, don't say a fucking word to anyone."