Okay, this is my first story ever. I'm not sure if it's any good or not, but I'm really excited about it. I'll try to update every day, but if I don't, you have my sincerest apologies. Let me know what you think and enjoy!


"Hey James, we're gonna head down to the pool. You coming?" Kendall asked. James looked up from his oatmeal. "Are you kidding? Looking like this?" the boy exclaimed. From across the room, Carlos let out a laugh while Logan smirked. James' hair was perfectly combed, as usual, and he looked like he was about to model pajamas or something. Kendall raised his huge eyebrows. "Well, okay then," he said, trying and failing to hide his amusement. "Catch you later, man." With that, Kendall, Carlos, and Logan walked out of the apartment, leaving James alone.

As soon as the door closed, James let out a sigh of relief and relaxed into his chair. He had wanted to be alone all morning. He needed some time to think, and with his friends in the apartment there was no way that was going to happen. He quickly finished his breakfast and threw himself onto the couch, staring at the ceiling. As he lay there, his thoughts turned to what had been on his mind all morning. Today was the day it had happened. He couldn't believe it had been ten whole years. Ten years since he had been taken away from everything. Ten years since they had changed his life forever. Ten years since he had been taken, kidnapped, from his home.

As he lay there, memories washed over him like a wave, engulfing him, making it hard for him to breathe. He was on his front lawn, swinging around a hockey stick. He was standing at the fence, trying to hear what the stranger was telling him. He was sitting in the back of a truck, confused and scared as he was driven away from his home. He was locked in a room while more strangers yelled at him, insulting him, telling him things that no six year old should hear. He was in pain, because they had just hit him for no reason. Then the police were there. They were grabbing the men, putting handcuffs on their huge, muscular wrists, and a paramedic was leading him towards an ambulance, a blanket around his shoulders and tears pouring from his eyes as he sobbed.

That had been ten years ago. Ten years and the pain and fear was finally beginning to dissolve, disappearing as it was replaced by happier memories that he had shared with his friends. His life had eventually returned to normal, and "the incident" had become nothing more than a bad dream. It hardly ever crossed his mind, but every year on this day it all came rushing back. Kendall, Carlos, and Logan had no idea what had happened to him, and he planned to keep it that way. If they ever found out, well, he didn't want to think about that. They were great friends, better than he could have ever hoped for, but they lived relatively sheltered lives. He was afraid that if they ever found out about his past, they would never treat him the same again. He wasn't willing to risk that. The only people who knew about "the incident" were his parents, Mrs. Knight, and a few other select people.

James sighed, suddenly regretting not going down to the pool with the others. Mrs. Knight and Katie had gone to visit family that lived in a city a few hours away, and now he had nothing to distract himself from the nightmarish thoughts that were running through his head. He desperately wished that his friends knew about everything, so that they would have realized what was going on and stayed with him, but that wasn't the case, so he was just going to have to tough it out. He sat up and leaned into the couch, hugging his arms to his chest. He took a deep breath, and finally let himself cry. He sobbed, hating himself for being so weak, but so glad that he didn't have to cry in front of his friends. He couldn't let them see him cry, because if they asked what was wrong, he wasn't sure he'd be able to lie. He cried to himself and just sat there for half an hour, until finally he felt the tears stop and his breathing slow until he was just shaking quietly. Finally he had calmed down completely and resumed staring at the ceiling.

He lay there for a while, trying to distract himself, wishing his friends would hurry up and get back. He jumped as the chorus of 'Famous' filled the air, and climbed over the couch to grab his phone off the counter. Looking at the screen, he gave a small smile as he saw the caller I.D. and quickly pushed the talk button. "Hey Mom," he said, trying to sound happy. "Hi sweetie, how're you doing?" his mother's warm voice asked, sounding genuinely concerned. His smile faltered, but he didn't hesitate with his answer. "I'm fine, Mom. L.A's great, I bet you and Dad would love it here." His mother laughed, happy to hear about her son's good times. "Your father is out of town on a business trip, but he said that he would call you. I'm sure he wants to hear from you." James nodded.

There was an awkward silence before James finally said what they were both thinking. "I can't believe it's been ten years." His mom sighed on the other end of the phone, closing her eyes as horrifying memories popped up in her head. "I know," she murmured softly, trying to hide the pain in her voice. It had been a horrible experience, something no mother ever wants to go through. It still terrified her that her baby had been taken so easily, and letting him go to L.A. had been a hard decision. But she and her husband both knew how much James wanted to sing, so they had allowed it, making him swear to be insanely careful. It hurt her not to be with him on this day, because he had no one to lean on in the huge city. He was her baby boy, her only child, and as strong as she knew he was, she still saw him as a little bit helpless.

Another awkward silence filled the air, neither knowing what to say. Finally Mrs. Diamond spoke. "I know it's hard, but let's not talk about this. It will just ruin both of our days, and we don't need that." There was a tiny pause. "Okay," James said quietly. Truthfully, he was a little disappointed. He had been hoping that at least his mother would be willing to talk to him and comfort him, but he couldn't be mad at her for wanting to avoid the subject. "Look, I have to go, but I'll call you later, okay sweetheart? I love you," she said gently. James smiled again. "I love you too, Mom." He heard a little click as his mom hung up and put his phone in his pocket. He just stood there for another minute, before deciding that he was going to go find the guys.

He ran into his room and quickly pulled on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and ran his lucky comb through his hair. He looked at himself in the mirror and smiled, satisfied. He walked into the living room and was almost to the door when an arm wrapped around his chest, pinning his arms to his side, and he was pulled into the kitchen.

James gasped and immediately began to struggle. He opened his mouth to scream for help, but a huge hand covered it before he could make a sound. "You don't want to do that, kid." James froze as another man spoke. His attacker removed his hand and released him, but before James could run his arms had been grabbed and roughly twisted behind him. He cried out in pain as he was spun around, being forced to look at the other man. His face paled and his eyes widened in shock. "No," he whispered, horrified.

He heard the sound of tape being ripped and he could vaguely feel it being wrapped around his wrists, but he was too transfixed on the man who stood before him. This couldn't be happening. There was no way. This had to be a bad dream. Yeah, that was it, it was a bad dream, no, a nightmare, because there was no way that this could be happening. But it was. A piece of tape was slapped over his mouth, and he felt himself being dragged backwards. Instantly he began to struggle again, letting out muffled cries as he was pulled out the door and forced towards the stairway. Please, someone help me, he prayed. He couldn't do this. He began struggling even harder, desperate to get away. Someone cursed behind him and suddenly pain exploded in his head. As he lost consciousness, the last thought he had was, please, not again… Then everything faded and all he saw was black.


There's chapter one. The next one should be up tomorrow but until then, have a happy Monday!