Nothings Gonna Harm You Not While I'm Around (Klaine: Glee)

Part 14

Blaine’s POV

I watch as Kurt runs down the street as my dad drags me back into the house. When we’re inside he grabs me by the neck and throws me against the fireplace which is made of stone and glass. When my back hits the glass it smashes and I fall to the floor in a pile of it. I feel my body bleeding. He walks towards me, crunching the glass into the carpet and with all his strength picks me up and throws me against another wall.

‘Dad stop! I’m sorry!’ I yell.

‘Why did you kiss him Blaine!’ He shouts kicking me in the stomach. I try and crawl away and stand up but when I get half way up the stairs he grabs me by the foot and drags me back down my head hitting against every step.

‘TELL ME BLAINE!’ he yells.

‘Because I love him!’ I yell back kicking him in the stomach so I can get a head start and run up to my room locking the door. I find my phone which I stole from him earlier today and call 911.

‘Please come quickly, my dad has a gun and he is abusing me and throwing me against a mirrors and walls and I am terrified and I can’t breathe cause I’m scared what he’s going to do to me!’ I frantically say.

‘Okay calm down you will be perfectly safe, we will send armed forces right away. What’s your address?’ the voice asks.

’14 Raindale Road North, Lima’ I say. ‘Please hurry!’

‘Okay they have been dispatched, is there any way for you to get out of your house?’ the voice asks again.

‘No, he’s locked all the windows.’ That’s when I hear a gun shot and a scream which sounds like Kurt. I drop the phone, unlock the door and run down the stairs. I see my father standing on the lawn outside and Kurt backing away slowly from him holding his arm. He is bleeding. My dad raises the gun towards Kurt and prepares to shoot. I run up behind him and kick the gun out of my dad’s hand and then I kick him in the head.

‘Blaine are you okay?’ Kurt yells.

‘I’m fine are you?’ I say back running to his side.

‘Yeah, he shot my arm. It hurts.’ He winces.

‘The police are on there way, I called them after he chucked me into the fireplace and kicked me in the head a few times and dragged me down the stairs. Then I heard the gun shot.’ I explain taking Kurt’s hand.

‘Blaine duck!’ Kurt screams. But it’s too late, I feel the bullet hit my soldier before I have time to move. I fall onto Kurt blood seeping onto the ground. It won’t be fatal, but he still has the gun. We manage to crawl are way behind the hedge so my father can’t shoot at us again. We sit there for all of 2 minutes with my dad screaming and firing bullets aimlessly into the open. I feel nothing but pain and then all of a sudden the police arrive and I hear many bullets being fired and cries and screams of terror as people get shot on my front garden. Me and Kurt hold hands trying to block the noise out but then paramedics soon arrive and we are put into ambulances and wisked of to hospital. They sedate me with something to help with the pain, as soon as the injection goes into my arm I begin to feel everything go black. What have I done to deserve such an awful childhood.