My father groweled, and gave me a shove, grabbing me by the neck. He digs in and I can feel the stubs of his nails clinging to my neck. I grit my teeth and close my eyes tight, struggling to breathe. But I don't cry. I will never give him the satisfaction. Same reason why I don't scream. It's a small victory.

He's screaming profanities and offensive words, but I can barely hear because I'm too busy concentrating on breathing. He realizes this slammed my head back, causing me to see colored spots. I groaned but bit my lip. No no no no no. He won't kill me.

I open an eye to see my mom. She's just sitting there on the couch, sipping at whatever drink is in her glass. It took me all but a week to figure out calling for her doesn't work. I wonder if it hurts her for me to scream out 'mom' and to cry to her. And she just keeps sitting there.

He threw me to the floor, stomping on my side. I groan again, and think of Kurt. Kurt Kurt Kurt. It helps for a bit. In a way he makes it all okay. He's worth it.

My father picked me up again and was still yelling at me. Then he hit me, again and again and again. And in my face. A purple and blue bruise started to form around my eye and I felt the skin on my cheek split and spill blood down my face. His face went white and he started to babble.

"Blaine Blaine Blaine I'm so sorry," he spurred. He's sorry. But not for hitting me. He's sorry for making a mark. If he was sorry for hitting me, he'd be staring at the fact that my arm bone was dangling about four inches from my shoulder blade and not at the only visible mark. I just shake my head as my mother rose, coming to help her 'baby'. I shoved her aside and start upstairs. I need to fix my shoulder it's been out for too long. My dad went to sit down, and for a second, I thought it was going to be the end for tonight. Until my phone jingled. It's a text and my father grabbed it before I can dig for it in my pocket. I know who it's from. I haven't texted or called Kurt yet and he's worried. He looks the text over and it starts him again. He's calling me a fag again and calling Kurt a digusting fucking pervert, which is total bull since Kurt's the most moral person I know. He grabbed my bad shoulder dragged me back hitting my head hard against the wall. And again. And again. I feel like I'm going to black out as he let go of me and I slide down the wall. He kicked and kicked me; in my gut, in my chest, in my balls. He's not stopping this time. He threw my phone to the ground and stomped on it, crushing it into the carpet. I bit my lip. He got down and started to shake me, his violent jerks stretching out my shirt until it ripped off. He punched my in the middle of my torso, making me lose my breath as I hear a few cracks, like the splintering of a pencil. I let a whimper escape and regret it. He's winning now.

He pounded on my head and I see spots again, this time my vision is like tunnel vision.

Oh shit. Is this it? I whimpered again and raise my good arm to protect my head. He threw it down and kept punching. Then he grabbed my throat again and dragged me to the kitchen, turning the stove on. And I know I should be afraid but all I can think of is the text Kurt sent me. He grabbed my bad arm and threw it over the burner.

I can't help it this time, I scream. I scream loud and long and sobs wrecked my body. He let go of my throat and covered my mouth.

"Stop screaming!" he shouted in my ear.

I nodded, still with tears streaming down my face. I started to smell the disgusting stench of burning flesh. I tried to pull away and he's strong but I'm determinded and I pull free. The skin from my palm peeled away, sticking to the burner. He growled and lunged at me, but I jump out of the way, and now I'm running. He's fast, and if I still had my shirt he would of probably grabbed me. But I'm running on adrenline and fear and bravery all at once. Like when a mother finds the strenght to pull the truck off her kid, I out run him. I jumped to the door and wrench it open, running out the house.

"Get back here!" He yelled, but it was more of an angry whisper. Can't have the neighbors see. In the darkness of this November night, I'm hidden. But I'm topless and not wearing shoes and my feet start to sting with the cold of the concrete. I run and run until I can't no more, finding shelter behind a dumpster behind the Stop and Shop. I slid down the wall and let out shakily sigh. My arm and shoulder are burning, and my face is bleeding. My throat is scratchy and my hand is blistery and numb. I am alone. No cell phone, no money. No where to go. I can't go to Wes or David's house. Their parents would get involved. And their parents, their parents worked for my dad. It would make them lose their jobs, ruining all their lives. No no no.

Kurt.

Kurt's house was too far away. I couldn't walk that far. I should just go home. This was my fate. My punishment for being gay.

"I fucking listened to you," I whispered, talking to the man who was supposed to be watching. "I went to church, I followed your rules, I was a good kid. Yet you give him to me as a dad. A mom that doesn't care. A school that fucking hated me. And now I had to change schools to be with the one good thing you gave me. So please, if I'm so fucking worth it, give me something!" At that moment, something glittered on the ground. I looked over and realized it was a quarter. I looked around up and realized I slid down next to a pay phone. Throwing away the idea of why in the world these still existed in a world of cell phones, I picked up the quarter and tossed it in.

"Burt! You're cheating!" My mom laughed, pushing him lightly.

"What!? No!" Burt laughed.

"You took two five hundreds instead of two one hundreds!"

"Honest mistake!"

I rolled my eyes, laughing as the two bickered. I had to admit, these stupid little family game nights were kind of fun. I looked at Kurt to see his reaction, but his face was still sullen, clutching his phone.

"Hey c'mon Kurt put that down," his father warned lightly. Kurt placed it on the table, eyes still on it. He was waiting for Blaine's response. I understood the worried look on his face. Blaine had been acting weird since he came to McKinley now; well, more weird than usual. And ever since the inncident in Glee Club, Kurt was more concerned than ever.

We were practicing dance moves, and Blaine had the unfortunate luck to be placed next to me. And as we're dancing, one moved had us opening our arms out in one fast motion. Of course my knuckles collided with Blaine's eye.

"Agh!" he fell down, holding a palm to his eye.

"Oh shit man I'm sorry," I dropped down, going to help him up. Instead Blaine flinched violently away.

"Awe man Finn took another one down!" Puck laughed. "Break another nose Finn?"

Kurt pranced over to Blaine, going to help him up, but Blaine flinched again. Kurt caught him both times, and instantly had a look of worry over his face. Good thing Mr. Schuester came over.

"Alright alright you're okay Blaine," he grabbed his shoulder, picking him up. Blaine gave a cringe, but this time it was barely noticiable.

"Yeah thanks," Blaine mumbled.

Now it was eight o' clock and Blaine hadn't called or texted Kurt. Which was very weird.

"You're turn Finn," my mom said, handing me the dice. Burt had returned the two five hundreds and grabbed the one hundreds instead, playing fair.

As soon as I went to roll, Kurt's phone lit up and sang, vibratin across the table. Kurt picked it up and jumped off the couch, rushing to the kitchen. "Blaine? Blaine?"

"Hey Kurt----" Burt started, but was silenced by Kurt's waving hand.

"Blaine? Blaine where are you who's phone is this?" Kurt paced. I couldn't hear anything on the other end besides cars honking. Blaine must be whispering.

Burt looked to me. "You know what this is about?"

"Uuuuuuhhhhhhh," I stammered, because truthfully, I felt Kurt was overreacting. He could get worked up over nothing. But I'm interrupted by a whimper escaping Kurt and watched him put a hand to his mouth.

"Where are you? ....Where are you? ...Blaine where are you? Where. Are. You." He pinched his thumb and pointer finger tight together and jerked his hand with each word. "Blaine so help me I will drive around town until I find you." Kurt was serious, he was as stubborn as a mule. At that, I finally heard the other end break into a sob. Now both Burt and Carole are worried, and I figured maybe this time Kurt didn't overeact. "Okay okay okay I'll be right there stay there no no I'll stay on the line," he said, pulling on his jacket, giving me and Burt a look. We both nodded and got up.

"Where?" Burt asked.

Kurt mouthed 'the Stop and Shop' and returned to the phone. "What? Payphone? Okay okay we'll be right there." And with that we ran to the car.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck I called him. I promised I wouldn't bother him but I'm getting colder and I can't feel my hand and my shoulder was turning blue and my body hurts and all I could do was think about how I was going to die here. And with my luck I'd be found by some little girl, or an old lady. My neighbors would wonder why they never caught on and Kurt Kurt would probably hate me for leaving him and then all this was for nothing. The timer on my quarter cut us off, but they weren't far he promised me he did. I felt my eyelids getting droopy and my knees are feeling very comfortable now.

Blaine?

I heard my name and I'm thinking it's God again and I shrugged him off.

"Blaine?" I heard him again. God since when was God's voice so high.

"Blaine!" There it goes again so I finally looked up and saw my father. My eyes went wide and I tried to back into the wall except I can't anymore and I let out a whimper.

"Blaine!" My father was pushed to the side and I felt warm, knitted hands touch my arm, my bad arm and I let out a sob. "Oh my god ..."

"Shit, Finn!" My father called except it's not my father it's Burt. I rubbed my eye with my good arm and see them more clearly. I saw Finn walk over and trying not to say something stupid. I hugged my knees closer to my chest and must look pathetic, like a bad dog knowing it did bad. But before I can think, Finn picked me up, tugging me by my good arm and slinging it over his shoulder, lifting me a bit cause mother of Christ is he tall. Kurt's at my other side and I can hear him crying and oh fuck great aren't I just the best damn boyfriend in the world.

I felt myself being put in a car, and almost by instinct I lay down against Kurt, whose sitting next to me. He tore off his jacket and pulled it around me.

"Where we going a hospital?" I heard Finn asked.

"No! No no no!" I clammered, my voice harsh and raspy.

"Blaine ..." I hear Kurt's voice and it's pleading.

"No no no just take me home."

"No." It was Burt who answered. "I won't take you to the hospital but I won't take you home."

"Why home is fine." I said, finally warming up and curling into Kurt. Oh god he's so warm.

"Were you mugged?" Kurt asked and it's sincere and I almost feel bad lying to him.

"Yeah."

"Yeah they took your shoes and shirt too?" Finn asked but he's not sincere and it's more snarky that Burt hits his arm and it's a light hit but I still jump.

"Yeah." I repeated.

I catch Burt's eyes in the mirror and he's looking at me like I'm a kid who broke a window and is trying to cover it up. Oh great, my smilies aren't even making sense now I'm so tired. I let out another shakey sigh.

Kurt rubbed the small of my back, frowning. "What about the other day---"

"It was nothing." I don't even know what he's talking about.

"You kept flinching and we were trying to help---"

"Cause Finn hit me and I thought he was going to hit me again. I didn't know you guys stopped dancing Finn's dancing is dangerous," I'm rambling now and Kurt just looks more hurt and I squirmed but then I realized my shoulder is under me and the squirming hurts and I let out a cry.

The car stops before the conversation can continue and I was being pulled inside. I see a blurry outline of Carole and she gasped and I'm being led to the couch. I pulled Kurt's jacket closer around me with my good arm but I feel Burt take my bad one and in one swift motion I scream.

"There. It's back in," He rubbed my shoulder, the pain going away. My arm started to return to normal color but my hand still tingles. But Burt got up and left and I felt all of Kurt's and Finn's and Carole's eyes on me. I squirmed again and Burt returns on his cell phone.

"Yeah... Um pretty bad it's blistery and red... Excuse me? ... I dunno he didn't say---"

"Whose he talking to?" I panicked, looking around, darting my eyes to the four of them. They ignored me and Burt walked over, placing two fingers to my neck against my brusises and I cry and he sighs.

"Yeah it is.... He seems out of it a bit I mean he's awake ..." He switched hands on the phone. "No he said he doesn't want to but it's bad...Outside... No shirt or shoes or socks an hour at least. ... Um he's covered in them, and his shoulder was out but I fix---Okay great." He hung up the cell. "Kurt get me a the washcloth make it cold."

Kurt got up and I was bouncing his legs. Fuck fuck fuck fuck not good not good. My body was shaking and my breathing sped up. Kurt came back and Burt's wrapping the wash cloth around my hand and I don't even realize it but I'm sweating and I feel sick like I just swallow a bottle of pills.

I don't how long it is but I hear sirens and I'm being led again this time by people I have no fucking idea who they are.

That's about it when I blacked out.