His Secret

Kendall

"Can you remember anything from Saturday night, James Diamond?" Spoke a man in all white, sitting on the end of a long table.

James lifted his head from his arms to look in the direction of the voice. His vision blurred and his wrists began to burn.

Tugging and struggling didn't release his wrists from the holdings.
"Where am I?"

"Doesn't matter... I am here to ask you a few questions regarding what happened Saturday night," the man cleared his throat.

"I can't distinctly remember all that h-happend that day...." James muttered.

"Tell me all you know...."

*James's pov* (full story)

'Today was going to be a good Friday, I just know it'

"Good morning!!" I call out to scare a sleepy Logan, who was sitting at the counter.
He did as I expected: jump a few inches from his stool and chuck his spoon backwards.

I dodge the flying spoon and clap my hand over his shoulder, "Sorry dude," Logan groaned in response and got up to get another spoon.

"Have you seen Kendall yet?" I ask, taking a seat next to him.

"Well...." He began.

"Hello?" I tried snapping him from his thoughts as it took a little too long for an answer to get to him.

And one more thing: don't wave your hand in Logan's face while he's thinking... You'll receive a red hand print on the arm.

"Ow," I muttered as I rubbed my sore arm.

"Speaking of Kendall...." A deep, groggy voice sounded from the hallway.

"Good morning my friend!!" I scream when I spot our other roommate, Carlos.

"He hasn't shown up in a week and it's concerning me a bit." He rubbed the sleep from his eyes.

Mrs. Knight followed into kitchen, giving us each a bright smile.

"Good morning Momma Knight," Carlos, Logan, and I say in sync.

"Good morning boys," she says in a voice thick with sorrow. Tears were still present in her eyes from the night before, yet she hid them very well.

Kendall Knight, son of Jennifer Knight, obscurely disappeared one random night, with no note or information on his disappearance, leaving us confused and filled with many questions. "We're is my son?" One of Mrs. Knight's questions to the police. "We've looked everywhere for a... tall, blonde, skinny kid and found plenty of children that matched the description but never found one that matches his face," the police officer stated. "We are sorry ma'am."

"He'll turn up sooner or later, Momma Knight," I try to encourage her but the sadness was incurable.

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Logan left to Roque Records to record some songs at 2 and planned on staying out later.

Carlos stayed put in the apartment until some special girl came and drug him away.

I, like Carlos, stayed put in the apartment meaning I didn't leave or move from my spot on the orange couch.

"I'll be at work if you need anything," Mrs. Knight assured me before she left for the next three hours.

All the waiting on the arrival of my friends made me tired. Sleep tried it's hardest to take over me, but I forced my eyes open. Unfortunately, that didn't last long. Deep sleep won it's battle over me, finally letting my eyelids shut.

The apartment door opened and closed multiple times, but neither time interrupted my beauty sleep.

"James?" Carlos, about five times, whispered in my ear. "Yeah, he won't wake up,"

"Just let him sleep a little while longer.... You know what happens when James doesn't get his beauty sleep," Logan, who must have come back after Carlos, joked.

"Just be still... You're alright," Logan cooed to someone else present in the room. To whom I have no idea.

One eyelid lifted to search the room, and I saw Logan kneeling beside the other half of the couch. Carlos was standing beside Logan, with his hands folded infront of him.

"What's going on?" I stretched upward, then relaxing back down.

"Sorry, we were going to wake you but you know... your beauty sleep is a priority for you," Logan chuckled.

My eyes blurred a bit, then cleared into focus. But what I focused on set me on edge. Dirty, torn cloths, dust crusted dimples, faded green eyes, and darkened blonde hair...

"Kendall?"

"Kendall!" I greeted my friend expecting to hug him, but he did something that was highly unlikely of him. He resisted the hug and leaned back into the couch cushion.

"What's wrong?" I asked as I watched his body movements.

There was something bothering him and it was clearly visible...