Tragedy

Chapter 6

Kurt paced back and forth. It has been officially a month since he had seen Blaine. He worried a lot and he would barely eat. He mostly remained in his room and if he wasn't he was in their house library. There he would write to himself. He wrote down all his problems and feelings. His mom and dad checked on him everyday, wondering if he had played with Blaine, but it stayed the same everyday.

Kurt paused in front of his window and looked straight ahead towards Blaine's house. There was a dark figure moving in the room parallel to his and he guessed it was Blaine's. The figure appeared to be straightening up his room. Kurt sighed when it left. He felt his blood boiling and he was about to explode. He wanted to see him and wanted to apologize. He was fed up with everything.

He quickly put on kaki shorts and a striped tee shirt and climbed out of his window. He marched over to Blaine's and knocked on the door. Kurt was expecting to Blaine's horrible dad or at least his mother. But the person he saw had bruises and scratches on his head and face. He had blotches and more bruises on his chest (which was bare) and had tears in his eyes. Kurt was taken aback at the cruel sight.

"B-Blaine?"

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He was awake for two days straight, thinking. His dad usually checked in on him twice a day and tried talking with him, but Blaine wouldn't budge.

He finished eating his first triangle of peanut butter and jelly. After he stood up and stretched. He looked at himself in the mirror and sighed because the bruises have subsided some. He looked around the guest room and found some basketball shorts to put on over his boxers. His hair was a curly mess and his black eye was gone.

Blaine blinked a couple times, and yawned. He looked down at his chest, which was still covered in bruises. His face was swollen a little and he had scratches. He thought about confronting his dad about why he beat him for no reason.

"Why did you do this to me?" Blaine said aloud to himself. "No, no. I might set him off. Um. Dad, why do you hurt me?"

"Because I need to teach you discipline, to learn respect." Blaine's heart sped up at the hard voice he heard behind him. He turned slowly to face his father, fear playing on his face.

"I- What do I do? All I do is be a kid. I mind my own business, father."

"Don't fucking talk to me like that!" His dad lunged foward and punched Blaine in the face, causing him to fall back on the bed. Robert looked down at him, anger flowing through his veins. He raised his fist to punch Blaine again, but stopped.

He didnt stop because he thought it was the right thing to do. He stopped because Blaine was swinging on him now. He was punching his father in the face multiple times and kicking him where you wouldn't like to be kicked. Robert yelled in pain after Blaine was done punching him. Now Robert's face was swollen and he had a black eye. Blaine was caught up in the moment, too far from stopping and he pumched his dad one last time in the head.

His father was knocked out. Blaine paniced and started to breath hard. He drug his dad's body, as much as he could, into the closet in the hallway. Blaine tried to stand him upright, but he kept falling over. He ended up wedging his father in between the vaccum cleaner and the wall. He closed the door and locked it. To make sure he wouldn't get out any soon he put a pad lock on the door. Blaine slumped down the wall and burried his face in his hands. He began to cry, not just about what he did to his father, but the pain he had been through.

He cried for at least ten minuets before he heard the door bell ring. Blaine cautiously got up, thinking it was the police, and edged his way to the door. He was still crying when he unlocked the door, but broke down even more when he saw who it was.

"B-Blaine?" He flung his arms around the boy outside and cried.

Kurt was here, and that was all that mattered.