Goodbye To Innocence and Wash, Rinse, Repeat

*Flashback Chapter*

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Blaine let out a loud yelp of pain when he tried to move his body and his eyes squeezed back shut, blinking the tears out of them. Everything was all fuzzy when he opened his eyes again and it took him awhile to remember where he was. He wished he didn't know where he was. He tired to move his legs and regretted it as soon as he did it. Intense pain shot through his body and threatened to send him back into the blackness that had taken him earlier. He let out a yelp and then stilled his body; he didn't want to go back into blackness, even if it meant he wouldn't feel the pain anymore. Blaine wanted to be aware of what was going on around him.

When he heard voices coming from somewhere around him he turned his head to try to figure out what was going on. His head spun but he ignored the nauseating feeling that filled his stomach. His head hurt, his neck hurt...hell every inch of him hurt and it felt like his skin was on fire. Blaine focused his eyes on the figures on the other side of the room. There were two standing and one sitting down at a desk, all looking at something in front of them talking in low voices. Jeremiah was sitting in the chair with Theo and Tom leaning over his shoulder.

Blaine stayed quiet as he started listening to what they were saying.

"God he looks so sexy..."

"Like he was meant for it..."

"Guess he can say goodbye to his innocence can't he..." They all three let out a small chuckle.

Blaine felt the urge to get sick hit him again but he fought it back. They were talking about him and they must be watching something for their attention to be so consumed by what was in front of them. God, they videotaped it, I didn't know they had a camera... He let out a whimper and then jumped when they all looked back at him. He wished he hadn't because the pain was back full force.

Jeremiah smiled his sweet smile at Blaine and then got up out of the chair, crossing the room towards him. Blaine tried to move away from him but he couldn't force past the pain. Jeremiah reached out and brushed Blaine's curls off his forehead. "Good you're awake..."

"Don't touch me..." Blaine squeaked out, his voice even hurt.

"Hey that's no way to act after I gave you the best night of your life..." Jeremiah had lost his smile, but snapped it back on before it had completely left his face.

Jeremiah ran his fingers down Blaine's chest and over his nipples, causing him to whimper and then continued down. Blaine hit Jeremiah's hand away, "I said don't touch me..." This time there was more force behind it.

"Tisk, tisk...Blainey I'm disappointed in you..." Jeremiah said in a mockingly sweet voice. He was still attempting to run his hands over Blaine's, still naked and now bruised body. Blaine kept swatting his hands away and would scream at him. Jeremiah couldn't help but find it fun when Blaine was playing hard to get. "Maybe someone wants another round..." Jeremiah took a hold of Blaine's hips and Blaine let out a scream and Jeremiah laughed letting go of him. "Fine I guess you've had enough for tonight then...we will just have to continue some other time." Jeremiah stood back up and walked over to where Blaine's clothes were. "Theo, help him put these on..." He tossed Blaine's clothes into Theo's arms.

Blaine watched as Theo crossed the room towards him, his clothes in his hands. He wanted to scream at Theo too but he really wanted his clothes back on. "Don't fight me I'm just gonna put these on you." Theo said before he kneeled on the bed. Blaine didn't say anything he just watched him. He slid Blaine's feet into the black boxer briefs and then pulled them up his legs. Blaine was trying to hold back the whimpers and screams but when Theo pulled them up over his butt Blaine couldn't hold back the scream that escaped his lips and the tears started flowing down his cheeks. He was having hard time breathing but Theo didn't stop he just kept putting Blaine's clothes on him.

Theo pulled Blaine up to his feet and he let out another scream and finally was sure that the full pain of what his body had gone through had hit him. He slid Blaine's shirt on him and then stepped away from him. Blaine realized that if he didn't start moving and get out of here, his body was going to not want to cooperate later. And he didn't want to stay here anymore. But he really didn't know how he was going to get home. He slowly made his way to the large arm chair where he had put his things earlier and picked up his cardigan and slowly pulled it up his arms and onto his shoulders. His hands were trembling as he did up the four buttons up the front. He slid on his shoes and then picked up his school bag, it felt like it weighed way more than it had earlier and he almost dropped it.

Blaine let out small whimpers as he made his way towards the door. He was fishing in his bag for his cell phone when he heard Jeremiah say something. He stopped just as he reached the door, which was still one he didn't' look back as Jeremiah spoke to him. "I called Henry to come take you home...he should be here." Jeremiah didn't look at Blaine while he said this. Blaine didn't say anything back he just slowly made his way out of the bedroom and down the hallway. He didn't know how but he was forcing his body to keep moving.

When he finally made it down the stairs, which it took all of he had in him not to scream with every step and to the door it opened before he could take the doorknob into his hand. Henry was staring at him with wide eyes, Blaine didn't know what he looked like right now, but he was sure he looked completely awful. Henry stepped out of the way and let Blaine pass him, Blaine heard him close the door and then his footsteps fall in line behind him. Blaine's progress was slow and tiresome but he finally made it to Henry's car and climbed in the back seat, he felt the pain shoot through him as he settled his butt against the cool leather of the seat. Blaine opened his bag and grabbed his notebook and pen and scribbled out his address, he didn't want to talk to anyone right now, especially anyone that had anything to do with Jeremiah. He ripped out the piece of paper and threw it in the front seat at Henry.

Henry just looked at the piece of paper and nodded. Blaine was glad Henry was the quiet type. He didn't ask questions he just drove.

When the car pulled up into the long driveway Blaine let out a shaky breath, the house looked empty. Blaine slowly climbed out of the car when it had come to a stop and didn't look back he just wanted to get up stairs and climb in bed and never get up again. He knew he should probably take a shower and clean up but he was too tired and his whole body was shaking, he just didn't have the energy to do it.  

He slowly made his way through the dark house, he wasn't afraid of tripping on anything he knew his way without having to have lights on. Once he was in his room he dropped his bag on the floor and toed off his shoes. He climbed in bed; pulled the blankets tight up around his shoulder and closed his eyes...he couldn't believe what had happened...why it happened to him... I was raped...he...they...stole my innocence...goodbye...

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Blaine was awoken by the sound of pounding and a voice calling his name from somewhere beyond his closed door. He didn't know why they didn't just shut up and come in. He didn't know what was going on, he tried to pull the blankets up over his head and ignore the sound but then his phone started buzzing at him. He wasn't sure what time it was but he didn't want to be awake, because when he was awake the pain was more intense. He sighed and pushed the blanket back down and grabbed his phone, the pounding had stopped. He clicked on the phone he had three missed calls and about six text messages. He looked through them; they were mostly from his aunt. He sighed as he read the last one.

Little Bee, why are you home and why is your bedroom door locked? Little Bee you're not answering me...god please answer me... <3Lil.

Blaine frowned at the message he didn't remember locking his door. He hit reply button and started punching out his message which was difficult because his hands were still shaking. Sorry, I didn't think I was coming home, I just don't feel good. Sorry the door is locked I don't remember locking it... <3B. He sent the message and waited for a reply. It came fast. He opened it and then tried to get his eyes to focus on the words they were a little fuzzy. He had a headache and reading tiny font when your eyes didn't want to work wasn't exactly the easiest thing to do. He shook his head and focused again on the words.

Open the door so I can come in and check on you...Blaine could picture his aunt standing on the other side of the door tapping her foot.

Give me a minute... Blaine sent his text back and then pushed the blankets all the way down, letting out a loud groan as his body protested to the movement. He slowly got up and made his way to the door, he really didn't want to let his aunt in but he knew she wasn't going to just leave him alone until he did. She was very persistent. He really didn't know what she was going to do when she saw him and that freaked him out a little bit, because he still hadn't seen himself so he didn't know how bad he really looked but from the look Henry had given him when he saw him he knew it wasn't good. He turned the lock but didn't open the door, he was back at the bed when the door opened and his Aunt Lillian came in through a very worried look on her face.

"Little Bee...are you..." She stopped mid-sentence and let out a gasp covering her mouth with her hand. Blaine wasn't sure what she gasped about but he didn't look at her. "Blaine what happened to you...you're..." She rushed to him and put a hand on his shoulder. "Sweetie you're bleeding..."

Blaine didn't want to answer her, he didn't have to ask here where he was bleeding from he thought he had been bleeding but he hadn't really dared to look. She squeezed his shoulder and he turned his head to look at her and she let out another gasp. My face must have bruises on it...Blaine thought when he remembered Theo's fingers digging into this skin to try to keep him quiet.  

"Blaine what happened. Tell me right now..." Lillian demanded of him.

Blaine hesitated but when she started to demand again he snapped. "Just go away I don't want to talk or see anyone!" Blaine pulled away from her grasp and climbed back on the bed. "Just go..." Blaine pulled the blankets back up and started crying. He listened as she left the room and closed the door behind her; she knew he needed time alone.

Blaine wasn't sure what time it was when he woke up again, but he slowly climbed out of bed and made his way out of his room, he wanted to know if his aunt was still in the house. When he finally got to the bottom of the stairs he could hear voices coming from the living room. When he stopped in the door way he saw his father and his aunt standing talking to each other. His father looked exhausted. His aunt just looked really worried. She must have heard Blaine because she looked up at him when he stopped walking.

"Blaine..." She said drawing his father's attention to him. He looked Blaine up and down but didn't make any other movement. "Do you want to talk about what happened now?"

Blaine let out a sigh and stepped a little farther into the room, he wanted to keep his distance from his dad. Blaine looked at his aunt for a few minutes before his voice finally came to him. "I was raped..." he tried to swallow the lump that was caught in his throat but it was not good, he still felt it there. Blaine watched them both, his aunt was crying and shaking her head, he thought that's what she thought he was going to say but having him say it must have made it too real for her. His dad opened his mouth a few times and then closed it. Blaine was expecting more, but wasn't prepared for what was going to happen.

His dad rushed across the room and back handed him, causing him to lose his balance in his weakened state, but before Blaine hit the floor his father grabbed the back of his neck and held him in place and then kicked hard on the ass. Blaine let out a blood curdling scream and his father dropped him. The sheer force from the kick to an already over tender area caused so much pain to coarse through Blaine's body that he almost black out again, he could see the objects around him getting darker and darker but he forced his body to stay in the present though he wished he hadn't. "You make me sick...look at you...get your faggy little ass out of my site...I don't ever want to hear anything about it ever again. It's what you deserve for being a little faggot...don't you ever tell anyone about this ever again..." His father had so much venom and hate in his words that Blaine felt like he was being kicked all over again.

Blaine could hear his aunt yelling at his dad but couldn't really make out what she was saying. He was just trying to keep himself from blacking out as he pulled himself to his feet and slowly made his way out of the room and back up the stairs. He walked into his room and shut the door behind him and started taking off his clothes. It was about time he took a shower, he was down to just his black boxer briefs when a small knock came on the door and then it was opening. His aunt was standing there looking at him. Blaine ignored her and walked into his bathroom; he flicked on the light and felt his mouth fall open when he looked at himself for the first time.

His face was bruised like he thought, in the shape of fingers. He had bruises on his upper arms and on his wrists, also in the shape of fingers and hands, he had a few bruises down his chest and on his stomach wasn't sure what those were from but didn't think he wanted to know either. He pulled the underwear down a little farther and heard a gasp come from behind him and he knew what she had seen. There on his left hip was a red and bruised bite mark, one of them had bit him. Both of his hips and the inside of his thighs were bruised. He was pretty sure that his ass was bruised too.

"Oh, Sweetie..." His Aunt Lil had her hands covering her mouth as she looked at him. "I tried to convince your dad to take you to the hospital..."

"But he doesn't want anyone to know what his son really is..." Blaine said with little emotion. He felt like crying but he couldn't really expect anything different from his dad.

"Little Bee, you being gay, doesn't mean you deserve this..." Lillian told her nephew, she really hoped he believed it. "Oh screw it I don't care what your father says I want you checked out..." His aunt walked back out of the bathroom and Blaine followed her. "We will bag up these and..."

"No..." Blaine shook his head.

"Sweetie we have to make sure you are okay, tests and things..."

"We can go tomorrow then...I don't want to be checked out..." Blaine didn't want a doctor prodding and poking at his most intimate areas, when he was still this sore, it was bad enough what had already happened.

"Okay calm down..." Lillian said when she noticed the tears and scared look in Blaine's eyes. "I don't like this but your father would fight me and I don't want him to hurt you more..."

Blaine nodded at her and then walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind him. He slowly slid off his underwear and stepped out of them. He turned so he could see his back side in the mirror, he was right his ass was bruised too and there was dried blood caked onto his skin that had run down the back of his tights. He felt like he was going to get sick again and this time he couldn't stop it he rushed to the toilet and leaned over it just in time. It hurt so much.

When he realized he wasn't going to get sick anymore he picked himself up off the floor and walked to the shower and turned on the water. Probably a little hotter than he normally would have and then climbed in, the singe of the water hitting his skin made him wince but he grabbed a washcloth and soap and started washing his body. He started out gentle because every part of him hurt that he touched, but then he just wanted to get clean and started scrubbing a little harder. He would wash and then rinse off, but he never felt clean so he ended up repeating it over and over again. Wash, Rinse, Repeat...but he still didn't feel clean...