porcelaindoll
Sept. 11, 2013, 3:05 p.m.
I Will Always Be There: Captive
K - Words: 1,033 - Last Updated: Sep 11, 2013 Story: Closed - Chapters: 49/? - Created: Dec 12, 2012 - Updated: Sep 11, 2013 551 0 0 0 0
Kurt fled the Hummel home with a broken heart and crying so hard that he could barely see. Blaine had really broken up with him, he couldn’t believe it. They were making plans to get married and then Blaine left him, wanted him to leave his life for good. Kurt would never ever cheat on Blaine, he loved him too much and he knew that their florist was straight, he tried to tell Blaine but Blaine told him to leave. He would come back the next day and try and talk to Blaine when he had calmed down. He desperately didn’t want them to be over; he wanted to be with Blaine forever. He knew that was such a teenage girl thing to say but he really did, he loved Blaine so much. He held the ring in his hand and found a piece of string in the glove compartment; he put the ring onto the string and tied it round his neck. The ring dangled and lay over his heart, his aching and broken heart. He needed to stay somewhere that night, so he decided to go to Tina’s. Tina was a good friend of his and she would let him stay there until he could go home. He drove there and knocked on her front door.
“Kurt? What are you doing here? It’s late.” Tina noticed Kurt’s state and hugged him. “Is everything okay?”
“Blaine broke up with me, he hates me and he kicked me out.” Kurt cried in Tina’s arms. “Can I stay here tonight?”
“I’ll just ask my parents.” Tina said, letting Kurt stand in the hallway while she went and asked. She returned a couple of minutes later with a sad expression on her face. “I’m sorry Kurt; my parents said that you can’t stay. I tried to ask why but they just said ‘because we said so’. I’m really sorry.”
“It’s okay, i’m sure i’ll find somewhere tonight. Good night Tina.” Kurt turned and walked back to his car.
“Kurt? What are you doing here? It’s late.” Tina noticed Kurt’s state and hugged him. “Is everything okay?”
“Blaine broke up with me, he hates me and he kicked me out.” Kurt cried in Tina’s arms. “Can I stay here tonight?”
“I’ll just ask my parents.” Tina said, letting Kurt stand in the hallway while she went and asked. She returned a couple of minutes later with a sad expression on her face. “I’m sorry Kurt; my parents said that you can’t stay. I tried to ask why but they just said ‘because we said so’. I’m really sorry.”
“It’s okay, i’m sure i’ll find somewhere tonight. Good night Tina.” Kurt turned and walked back to his car.
Kurt started driving round and thinking about where to try next, he wasn’t particularly close to Artie but maybe his good heart would let Kurt in. He opened the window to let a bit of air in, to calm himself down since driving while crying wasn’t the greatest of ideas. But then he decided to pull over anyway so he could think of a good plan, where to stay and how to win his beloved back. He sat in the dark crying and thinking but he didn’t hear someone creep up beside the car. He only knew he was in trouble when his head was roughly grabbed and smacked against the steering wheel. His head hurt and started bleeding, he tried to get out of the car and when he did, he tried to call someone, anyone for help. But his phone was smacked out of his hand and trod on by a person in front of him. The same person grabbed Kurt and hit his head against the door, smacking it hard until Kurt fell unconscious. They leaned Kurt over the hood of the car, letting his blood drip all over it. They held him there while they tied him up before carrying him to their own car and throwing him inside, not being careful at all.
Just like in the books and movies, Kurt was driven out of town and taken to an abandoned house, very typical really. The house had started renovations but they were never finished, the family that lived there moved away and no one bought the house. The person dragged Kurt into the house and took him down to the basement, grabbing the rope that had already been placed there and typing the boy up some more, making sure he was gagged too. They weren’t exactly sure what to do with Kurt yet, whether to kill him or just keep him locked up.
A couple of days later Kurt awoke with a pain in his head and he felt really sick. He tried to sit up but he couldn’t move much or breathe properly because of the gag, once he realised what happened he started panicking. He shot up and his head hurt even more, it throbbed and sharp pains shot through it. His first thought was about Blaine, whether he was worried about Kurt or missed him at all but then he wondered where he was, he couldn’t see anything because the room was dark.
Kurt didn’t know what day it was now, he didn’t even know the time so he had no idea how long it had been since he got taken. He didn’t know who had taken him yet or why, he only knew that his wrists and ankles were sore from being tied and he was hungry and very thirsty, he was throwing up his own stomach acid and he had been the toilet in his pants several times. He was incredibly weak, but they did give him a little to drink and eat each day but it wasn’t much. Whoever had him thought it was funny to give him water and food bowls that animals had, like a dog, and they filled it with water and something disgusting that Kurt didn’t even want to know what it was. He was terrified that one day soon they would come down and kill him, he was waiting for it. He thought about Blaine most of the time, what he was doing, if he was missing him, worried about him or even looking for him. He knew that his father would be looking for him and he hoped that his father had called the police and they were looking for him. He heard movement coming from the floor above and then the stairs creaking and the door unlock. The person turned on the light and Kurt hid his face because the light was too bright, he hadn’t seen the light for a long time now. He squinted and looked at the person, a face finally forming which made him gasp.
“No, not you!” Kurt curled himself up onto a ball, fearing for his life as the person came at him.