“If you don’t like it then you can leave.” He said coldly returning to the table.

“Like Cooper?” She stood up to leave the room but George grabbed her arm throwing her up to the wall.

“I knew you were going to say that!” he yelled. He slapped her across the face and yelled, “Never speak of him in my house again. He made his fucking choice.”

“YOU MADE IT FOR HIM!” Lydia screamed back as Blaine shimmied out of his chair and ran out the dining room as George hit Lydia again.

Blaine shut his door and grabbed his blanket off the end of his bed before throwing all his clothes out of the hamper at the foot of his bed and crawling into it then piling the cloths back in with him. He held onto his blanket tight as possible while his mother yelled in a sobbing scream. “LEAVE HIM ALONE! HE’S ONLY A CHILD!”

Blaine heard the door rattle before it slamming open. “Goddamnit!” His father shouted as he saw that the room was empty.

Blaine slammed his eyes shut and bit on his lip till he drew blood. He tried not to make a sound but it was like his father just knew. The hatch to the hamper flew open as Blaine was pulled out by his arm and smashed on top of the bed.

“WHY ARE YOU HIDING FROM ME BOY!?” His father yelled at him. “DO YOU WANT TO LEAVE THIS HOUSE TOO?” Blaine shook his head no vigorously as he started to cry.

“SPEAK GOD DAMMIT!”

“N-No Sir.” Blaine stammered as Lydia raced down the hall.

“I told you to leave him out of this.” She whimpered.

“Why, Lydia?” George asked towering over Blaine with his hand still squeezing Blaine’s upper arm.

“Because he is still innocent, you keep this up and he will be just like you.” She said.

“You don’t want him to be like me?” He let Blaine go and stepped over to Lydia. “What am I then if not a good father and supporting husband huh?”

“You’re drunk.” She said lowering her eyes from his death glare.

“YOU SAY EVERTHING ELSE TO ME SAY THAT!” he screamed, Blaine screamed at the volume of his fathers voice and flipped off the bed to hide again but George turned around and caught him.

“Stop running!” he yelled at Blaine, his eyes blood shot and voice reeking of whiskey, he slapped Blaine once then again and again until Lydia ran to him and grabbed George's hand before he could strike Blaine again.

“GEORGE STOP HE IS BLEEDING!” She screamed scooping Blaine up in her arms.

Blaine sobbed in pain unable to control his screams as Lydia rocked him.

George looked at what he did, observing Blaine’s bloody mouth and swelling eye, he looked disconcert yet conflicted. He never hit Blaine before that day.

“Make sure he doesn’t get any blood on the carpet.” George said weakly as he walked out the room.

“It's okay Blaine.” Lydia cooed trying to calm him down.