Kendall had not truly had a meltdown like this since he was a mere child. And even then, he hadn't been allowed to have a meltdown for long. His father would have probably lost his mind that he continued crying more than a few minutes. Even at that young age he'd known his father would show him no mercy.

He could still hear Logan's voice in his head.

"Do you want to hit me, Kendall? Huh? Is that it?"

"Are you going to f*cking cry, Kendall?"

Logan had always had this way of getting in his face and making him feel small. Ever since he was a child, Logan using that tone had been enough to strike fear into his heart.

It made Kendall so achingly angry. But, it also made him shut down. He would not cry in front of his father. Never again. The last time he had, Logan had given him something to cry about. He hadn't walked for days.

After everything that Kendall had given for him, he had the nerve to throw his time in rehab in his face.

A part of him was glad that Logan could no longer speak or open his eyes. It was unlike him to have any malicious feelings for his father, but today he couldn't help if you relieved that he wasn't an obstacle.

And his siblings weren't helping either. They all wanted the power for themselves regardless of Logan having chosen Kendall as a child for the CEO position after he passed. They could never agree on anything else but when it came to helping out Kendall they somehow unanimously agreed that they would not.

Kendall had left that room so unbelievably angry that he couldn't even speak when he arrived home. He slammed his bag down in the hall, and had to lean against the wall to keep himself from destroying everything in sight.

Everything that was yours surrounded him. And while that gave him some comfort, it wasn't enough to stave off his anger. He didn't call out to the apartment like he usually would when he got home. He didn't know what he would say if you asked him what had happened.

Instead he went inside and slumped on the couch. He stared off into space for a long time before your footsteps padded out into the living room. He was vaguely aware of you calling his name, softly, but he didn't answer you.

It wasn't until you touched him that he startled back into consciousness. "...Hey. Sorry." He rubbed his face.