I did it 4 Him

Chapter 18

"So! When were you going to tell us Kendall?", James said staring right at me. I just stood there with wide eyes and shrugged.

"Why would you want to know?", I said turning my wide eyes to a glare.

"Because..?

"Oh my God, what are you guys doing?", Dy said coming out of her/my/our room,"I was trying to sleep.

"We were interegating your boyfriend", Carlos said as he got slapped on the shoulder,"I mean um....... We were playing video games!" Dy had a look on her face. I am ashamed of saying this, but it scared me.... she was thinking. She was thinking about that comment really hard.

"Really?", she said changing her expression. Carlos and Logan frantically nodded.

"Yeah totally. James was just being a bad looser so he raised his voice a buy much", Carlos said with a look on his face, thinking he had her fooled. Yet again, Carlos was wrong.

"Well then I have two questions. One, why is the T.V. not on? And two, why is James wearing a suit?", she said changing back into a hard death glare. Now she looked like a smart ass blond. God, I love her. Carlos and Logan just stood there, dumbfounded.

"Because after I lost I just turned off the system in anger. For the second question, I wanted to see if you want ti come with me to dinner?", he said standing up, "you wanna Dy?" I hate him so much. Why would he even do that to me. Dy looked at him.

"Um..... okay I guess I could. I'll go get ready", Dy said leaving the room. I looked at James. Carlos and Logan looked at me, they knew I was pissed. Just to say, it takes a lot to get me pissed. But James crossed the line.

I heard a door close in the direction Dy left.

"What the fuck James!", I said. I mean he asked why I didn't tell them we were dating, then he goes and asks my girlfriend out. What the fuck?

"I'm putting up a fight.... that's all", he said fixing his tie. He was putting my rage to the test.

"Fine", I said going closer to him," but if you hurt her in ANY way..... I will kill you James Diamond" he just nodded and shrugged it off. I don't think he realised how serious I am. No one hurts Dilan. NO ONE.

We eventually just went to talking on the couch. Or should I say Carlos, Logan and I did. James just sat there to himself, listening but seemed to be in deep thought.

"James? Are you ready?", I heard Dy call from the doorway. James instantly shot up from the call of his name like a damn dog.

"Yep. Come on out", he said as Dy stepped put from her/my/our room. She, as always looked beautiful. She wore a simple medium length, red dress. I could see the guy's mouths drop.

"Um, do I look okay?", she asked staring at us. James was the first to come back to reality.

"Yeah, totally. You look beautiful. You ready to go?", he asked holding out his hand. She gently took it.

"Um.... okay", she said look back with a 'trust me nothings going to happen' look,"I'll see you guys later."

With that, she waved and the two were gone. I turned back to Carlos and Logan.

"Did he plan this?", I asked. Logan shrugged as Carlos looked away from me.

"I don't think so dude", Logan said as Carlos laughed.

"Well. He was talking about her a lot. Like when he got the chance he would take her to dinner, then the beach to do some stuff in the darkness", Carlos said. I looked at him.

"Why?", I said now really pissed off.

"He said and I quote. 'Kendall doesn't deserve a gem like Dilan. She deserves me because, well I'm just me!'", Carlos said trying to imitate James's voice.

"Shit", I said throwing myself onto the couch. But why did she go? I mean, I think she knows that he likes her. But still, I don't understand why she wanted to go.

I slowly made my way across the hallway, to Dy's apartment. I used the key she had given me to open the door.

"Woah", I said as the door swung open. I was shocked at what I saw. Once Dy left, NOBODY went into her room. Yes, I never saw it until now. But, I know nobody would want to touch this.

The windows were shattered all over the ground. Her bed and dresser were flipped over. Everything seemed to be spread out over the ground. Pictures were torn, and the refrigerator had a large dent in it from a sledge hammer or something. But one thing in particular stood out the most. The wall. Dozens of pictures were taped to it. All of a dog. It was a large German shepard. In some of the photos it was alive, energetic, and looking playful. But others were hard for me to look at. The dog was on the ground, eyes fully open with two knifes in it. One in the stomach and another in the throat. From both knifes blood was pouring out. Most of those pictures were the same thing just from different angles. In the middle of all those was one picture. Dy. She had one streak of red down her face. And about a million streaks of tears rolling down it as well.

I couldn't look at it anymore. To see her cry is herd enough. But knowing this happened, and not be able to do anything about it. It was indescribable what I felt. All I knew was, what she felt then. I will make sure she never feels that again.

"YOU BASTARD!", I heard from the hallway. It sounded a lot like........... Dy.

I sprinted out of her apartment to see Dy walking down the hallway. I could see it in her eyes that she was pissed.

"Dy? What's wrong?", I asked as she approached me. Even though I think I had a good idea of what happened.

"It's your friend and his dick!", she said as my mouth just about dropped to the floor. That bastard.

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(I am going to kill James. I am going to kill James. I am going to kill James. Who wants to help?)

DONT ANSWER THT! Kendall just go cool yourself down

(Fine, ill see u guys next chapter)

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