*Kendall’s POV*
“Hey baby girl, I think I’m going to go out to get some air for a minute, and check on James,” I told Addie. I looked at the other guys and they nodded as I slipped out the door. I saw Demi in the hallway, but say anything.
“I know you’re mad at me,” Demi said as I continued to walk, “But she’s getting better. The depression is getting easier for her to handle.”
“I honestly don’t give a fuck what you have to say Ms. Lovato, she’s not your child she’s mine,” I said as I spun around to face her.
“Technically she isn’t your child either Kendall, she’s Logan’s,” she spat back at me.
“And you better not tell her that! The boys and I agreed not to tell her, that we were going to be equal.”
“Yeah that’s why you have the biggest influence over her,” Demi said raising an eyebrow.
“It’s not my fault that we both love music.”
“Yeah and it’s not my fault I know what she’s going through,” Demi replied.
“Actually you have NO idea what she’s going through! You weren’t sexually abused from the time you were barely three or four until you were thirteen. That’s bullshit Demi. I’m calling bullshit on your ass. You just want control.”
“I wasn’t, but I have been depressed and I still am,” she said trying to keep herself winning the fight, but she knew she wasn’t.
“Her depression is a side effect of the PTSD and abuse she experienced. God Demi, you couldn’t be more ignorant could you? She doesn’t need a therapy center like this with little Bipolar girls running around. She needs a psychiatrist and psychologist. She needs to be surrounded in a support group by girls who have been through the same struggles as she has.”
“You watch too much Law & Order,” she commented.
“You listen to your own music too much,” I retorted.
“I resent that.”
“Frankly my dear I don’t give a damn,” I said walking away from her.
“Kendall! Come back! We aren’t done here!” she yelled after me.
I chuckled as I said over my shoulder, “Sorry don’t want to waste my time!”
I walked outside intending to smoke but that quickly changed. I saw James beating the shit out of some guy and ran over to stop him. “James! What the fuck?” I yelled as I tried to pull him back. I could get him by myself so I quickly texted the boys and told them to come out.
The boys ran outside quickly and they helped me pull James off of the guy. “What the hell man?” Logan asked him slamming him against the brick wall of the treatment center.
I bent down to see if the man was okay. “He’s unconscious,” I said, “Call 911.”
Carlos pulled out his phone and dialed 911. I blocked out what he was telling the operator because I was too furious to focus on anything. Who was this guy? “James who is this?” I asked him.
“Mike Evans,” he spat out, anger still laced in his voice. “Bastard thought he was going to go see Addie,” he said through clenched teeth.
“Take a deep breath,” Logan said. Even though Logan was attempting to calm him down, I could hear anger in his voice too. Hell, I was pissed, but I didn’t do anything rash because I knew that I would regret it later.
Before long an ambulance and a cop car showed up. The paramedics got Mike onto a stretcher and proceeded to ask us tons of questions. It was obviously that James had been the other one in the fight. He was fidgety, sweaty, and bloody. One of the paramedics was checking him out, making sure that he was okay and he said that we was fine.
Because it was obvious and we didn’t need to prove it, the cops took James in. It was now up to the three of us, Carlos, Logan, and me, to proceed in telling Addie why we had to leave and then go bail James out of jail.
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Big Time POV Switch
ФанфикThe sequel to my A/U BTR fan fiction "Big Time Adoption" This novel is broken into short snipits and parts instead of lengthy chapters. Each part is in the point of view of a different member of Big Time Rush as well as occasional narrator POVs and...
