AN: So this is a story I've been working on for a while and just now decided I had enough finished to start posting it. I don't understand how some writers on here write because they're like I don't know what to do next or give me ideas. For me when I write I have the entire story planned out and I start writing at random parts and never in chronological order at all. I usually have no idea what the plot is when I come up with an idea, I usually write a story around one single scene or moment ever.

So Yeah that's just my random thoughts on how I write. I feel like I have this story planned and partial written enough to keep up. I hope you like it. There is a lot of darker themes and depression but nothing too graphic. It is Kendall centered and Mpreg. Cuz I've become obsessed. On this site no one deeply tortures Kendall enough so I felt the need to. Everyone seems to write the same kind of stories so I'm trying to make mine a little different. Of course people usually come up with ideas like mine around the same time so If I look like a copy cat, I'm not. I've been writing this story 5 months. Word can prove it too.

Tri·al-A state of pain or anguish that tests patience, endurance, or belief

For Kendall, everything in his life was perfect. He had a perfect girlfriend, a wonderful family and three best friends who he got to travel the world with. He felt like he was on top of the world. But when you're up that high, life has a way of knocking you to the bottom. For Kendall, his struggle to free himself from the ruble starts now.

"Hey Jo. Yeah we just finished soundcheck." Kendall said talking to his girlfriend on the phone. It had been a long three months but they were down to the last night of tour. Almost 50 cities later and Kendall was just ready to be home with his mom, sister and girlfriend. Being crammed in the bus with his friends for so long was driving him crazy. And frankly they were all driving each other crazy.

"Carlos giving it back." James shouted, running through the backstage lounge after Carlos who was clutching James' lucky comb in his hands. Carlos dove onto the couch and tried to hide behind Kendall.

"Help me, Kendall. He's going to kill me." Carlos cried.

Kendall groaned. He just wanted to talk to Jo for 5 minutes before the concert started. "Enough you guys!" he shouted frustrated. "Can't you stop fighting for 5 minutes? I'm sick of having to break you two up. The tour is almost over. Just stop fighting for 1 night and leave me alone."

"Someone's cranky." Logan said looking up from his laptop. Only Logan would be taking extra online classes during the summer while they were on tour.

"Yeah, take a chill pill, Kendall." James said stealing his comb back from Carlos.

"Ugg I'm going out to the bus to talk to Jo and get my jacket. Don't follow me." Kendall said storming out of the room and putting his phone back to his ear. "Sorry Jo…"

As requested, James and Carlos did not follow Kendall out to the bus, giving Kendall some quiet time to talk to Jo.

Slamming the back door to the venue open, Kendall made the trek across the parking lot to the bus.

"I love you." Kendall told Jo as their phone call came to an end. Kendall was enjoying his quiet time alone on the bus and was sad to see it had to end. "I need to get back inside; the concert is going to be starting soon."

"Go rock it." Jo told him. "I love you too. See you tomorrow."

"Bye." Kendall said hanging up the phone and grabbing him jacket off the couch next to him.

He turned off the lights on the bus and opened the door to get off when a bright light was pointed at him. Covering his eyes, he tried to make out the figure behind the light. Lowering his flashlight, Kendall saw it was one of the venue's security guards. Kendall had seen him around the venue all day during set-up and sound check. He was a little taller then Kendall with short dark hair. He didn't look over 30.

"Can I help you?" Kendall asked.

"I heard something on the bus and I came to make sure everything was ok." The security guard said, getting straight to business.

"It's alright. It's just me." Kendall said trying to push past him off the bus.

"No. I think I heard something else in the back of the bus." He said boarding the bus forcing Kendall to retreat back onto the bus.

The guard kept walk towards the back of the bus, blocking Kendall's path to the exit. Giving in, Kendall led the way to the back of the bus.

"See nothing is in here." Kendall said turning on the light in the back lounge.

"Humm. I guess you're right." The guard said looking casually around the room, not really caring at what was going on in the bus. His attention was more on Kendall than anything.

"Look I have a concert to attend to if you could just excuse me…" Kendall started to say, looking down to avoid eye contact with the guard's creepy stare. This was when he noticed the average looking security guard was carrying a gun. What kind of security guard carries a fully loaded gun? This got Kendall's heart racing. There was something off about this guy.

"You're kinda cute, you know that?" The man in the uniform said.

With this Kendall's heart dropped into his stomach. This guy was a major creeper. Stuttering, Kendall couldn't get words to come out of his mouth.

"You know that right? I've been watching you all day just strutting around here like you own the place. You think you're such hot stuff. I'm glad you came out here so we could spend some time alone so I can show you that you're not." He said physically pushing Kendall towards the couch.

"No don't touch me…" Kendall stuttered trying to get away but it became apparent to that this guy was a lot stronger than him.

The man saw Kendall eye the gun again. "Yeah I know you see it. Don't make me use it on you."

"What do you want from me?" Kendall stuttered nervously, still struggling to get away.

"Just to have some fun, blondie." The man said creepily, pushing Kendall onto the couch. He ran his hand gently up Kendall's leg. The horrified expression on Kendall's face showed that he was uncomfortable.

"What?" The man laughed. "You don't like this, blondie? I don't believe that at all. You want this." He whispered into Kendall's ear.

Struggling, Kendall turned his head to avoid the man's horrid breath.

"Don't be like that." The man said, undoing Kendall's belt. "You want this and I'm the only one who will give it to you. Because after I'm done with you, no one will want you."

Tears streamed down Kendall's face. He had given up fighting back

AN: So there's chapter one and I kind of just decided to just right into the the plot because I didn't want this long, drawn out, vague beginning and I had nothing else to say so I just decided to start there. Make things interesting right off the bat. That is the end of this scene. I really didn't want to get too graphic with this so sorry If you wanted that.