Tragedy

Chapter4

~~This chapter is short, just a small one after Blaine was beat by his father. Sorry it's so short, I don't want all my chapters to be long and it's so much reading for y'all. Thanks for reading (: ~~

It's been a week. A whole week that Kurt hasn't seen Blaine. He got to thinking that he was avoiding him after he had tried to kiss him, then he only punished himself. Two weeks later, Kurt decided to go over to Blaine's house to see what was wrong. When he tang the door bell a man answered. Kurt hasn't seen him before, but it might have been Blaine's father,

"Hi, um, sir, I came over to see if Blaine... If-if he was... Here?" Kurt stumbled over his words, because Mr. Anderson was pretty intimidating. Blaine's dad just stood there, looking down at Kurt. He had a disgusted look on his face. He noticed the ten year old in front of him was wearing designer shoes and a hat. He had an American Eagle shirt on and some skinny jeans.

Kurt felt a pair of eyes on him and he looked up to meet the mans gaze. His face was hard and he looked like he was about to murder him.

"What do you want with my son?" Blaine's father said 'my son' like the word itself was a disease.

"I just... I.. He hasn't came out.. I haven't seen him in two weeks."

"That's because he is sick." Blaine's dad, Robert, looked back into his house when he heard something fall up stairs. "Just go home, no one likes a faggot." Robert slammed the door in Kurt's face, a look of disgust still playing on his face.

Kurt just stood there looking hurt. He began crying as he turned to run home. He wouldn't tell anyone about this, not even his mother. Once inside his own home, he ran up the stairs and into his room. Kurt locked himself in his room, crying, for two days straight.

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Darkness. That's all Blaine saw. Darkness. It was swallowing him whole and he couldn't escape. He was shaking violently and sweating. He felt himself open his mouth, but no sound came out. His whole body ached, but mostly his head. He forced his eyes open when he heard a dinging sound.

His vision blurred and mouth dry, he tried to sit up. Failing, he crashed back towards his bed. Once he hit his pillows he groaned at the pain shooting through his skull. Blaine vaguely remembered what had happened to him, but had a clue that his father had something to do with it. He was always the cause of Blaine getting physically hurt.

Blaine felt a tightening in his stomach and he suddenly felt sick. He threw himself over the edge of his bed and puked. Once he was finished he just laid on the side. He had never felt this much pain, ever. His sides hurt, his face, everything. Blaine lifted his shirt up and over him. He finally had the strength to sit up and lean against the wall.

He gaped down at all the bruises on his chest and arms. He ran a hand gently over them and they ached oh so much. He stood up quickly which was a huge mistake. Blaine's head was spinning and he lost his balance. He fell hard on the floor right in his throw up. He laid there staring at his bed and drifted off when he heard a door slam.

Darkness took over his body once again.