Steps We Take.❀

Step 7: happened when I walked out the door.[Part 2]

'You're so beautiful and I can finally get what I want tonight.' Now that is the Kendall I've never seen before. It definitely scares me, never have I ever wanted to hear that from Kendall or anyone else for that matter. By now, he's been stripped down to nothing while I tremble in the corner.

"Now, Kendall..don't you want to think this through? Y-you can go to jail for this. This one thing will ruin your whole life. You'll loose all your friends and be hated by millions of people, please."

"And that's where you're wrong, babe. No one will ever find out about this, got it?" he says huskily. "Or things will have to be done."

"Kendall-" I try.

"Shut up!" he yells, picking me up and throwing me down on the bed harshly. "You will say nothing, you will repeat nothing."

I do as he says, shutting up and keeping myself away from him as far as possible. Kendall doesn't last very long until he starts crawling on top of me, his skinny arms stripping off my shirt. I gulp loudly, but yet no one can hear me. I haven't said a word, and neither has he. This is going to be my first time, and truthfully I wasn't ready, especially like this. I always thought Kendall would be understand and romantic, but boy was I wrong.

I flipped ourselves over when he wasn't paying attention, resulting in a hit by Kendall. It stung super bad, but I didn't say anything simply because I was scared. Scared of this monster he has become. This is not the Kendall I knew and that definitely will leave a scar on my fragile heart. 

He moves towards my shorts next, taking them off hurriedly. I don't know what to do, so I just close my eyes and pretend this isn't happening. He traces his way up my curves, leaving kisses throughout my body. Next thing I knew, I was completely nude along with him.

"Finally!" he states, his eyes a dark green. "You better be ready for me." 

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"Can I just say that was amazing?" Kendall tells me, grabbing his plaid shirt out of the spare closet.

All I do is nod. I feel violated, hurt, dirty, and used.  I'm not in control anymore, I can't find the voice to speak. I receive my clothes and pull them on, blinking back the tears that are forming in my eyes. Kendall locks his lips to mine one more time before unlocking the door.

"Remember, nothing happened. You will say nothing, you will repeat nothing," he restates, slapping my butt one last time. "The boys are at James'. I'm guessing that's where you're going. I'll see ya later, baby. Don't say nothing!"

I walk out the door until I get downstairs, and that's when I run. I don't know where, all I want to do is take off. Wherever my legs take me is where I'll end up. I go on for about forty-five minutes when I spot James' house. Tired and exhausted, I don't waste anytime walking in and plopping down on his couch. James comes into the living room, rubbing your back.

"Hey, when'd you get here?" I don't answer him. "What's wrong? I'll go get Logan.."

Thank God James said that, I needed Logan. I needed him to comfort me, tell me things  I wanted to hear. But I couldn't tell him the truth. Kendall would kill me, literally. No sooner than five minutes, Logan's there taking me in his loving arms.  I then let all the tears that were built up today flow out like a waterfall on a rainy day.

"Lee-bee, tell me what's wrong," he says calling me his nickname that he gave me when we first met. He knew I loved it, though he rarely called me it. "Please?"

"I, just, I'm tired. I am tired," I lie roughly. Logan sends me a pathetic look.

"What did Kendall say to you?" he asks, holding me by my shoulders.

"It's not what he said, it-it's what he did."

He knew exactly what I meant then. "That son of a-"

"Logan!" I shout covering his mouth. "You can't-you can't say anything. He's going to kill me. He seriously will kill me."

"He cannot just ra-" he starts, not wanting to say the actual word. "He can't just do that to you and get away with it! Not in my book!"

"Please don't yell.." I tell him quietly. 

"I'm going over there, and you're coming with me," he commands, lifting me up so I don't have to walk. I silently thank him and hope for the best. I have a slight feeling Kendall isn't going to be happy about this at all, but I wasn't happy about what he did to me.