Blaine woke up late this morning, he must’ve forgotten to set the alarm. He rolled out of bed and rubbed his eyes, struggling to stand up straight. He wobbled over to his dresser and sat out some clothes as he prepared for his shower. He walked back over to the bed and grabbed his hair gel. God forbid he forget the hair gel. He stumbled over to his window, still half asleep as the bright sun caught his eyes. He hovered over them with his hand as he noticed the car in the driveway. His heart sank as he quickly scurried into the bathroom to shower, he didn’t want to be more late than he already had.

10 minutes later he stepped out of the shower and got dressed, gelling his hair and slipping his contacts in carefully. He browsed his torso looking for any remaining marks. They seem to have vanished. Thank God. He walked out of bathroom and put his shoes on, he was in a hurry so he planned on skipping breakfast. He quickly stepped down the stairs with his bookbag slung over his shoulder and his car keys in his other hand. On his way out the door something caught his strap on his bookbag.

Blaine froze in place, tensing up every muscel and preparing for what might happen next. This happened often so he was pretty well numb to it now. He was spun around facing the man with liquor on his breath, blood shot eyes and dirty fingernails. Blaine cringed. “W’you home boy?” His father slurred his words as he attempted to lock eyes with his son. Blaine hesitated but slowly responded. “I woke up late.” His dad swallowed and turned to look at the clock. “It’s 10:00…” Blaine turned away because the smell was so strong. “I- I know…” He backed away as his father stepped closer. “Blaine Kyler Alan Anderson i swear if you don’t get your ass out that door in 30 seconds i’ll mess that pretty little faggot face of yours up.” Blaine flinched at the sound of his full name. “O-okay.” He said spinning away toward the door, but his father tripped him. Blaine crashed to the ground in pain, trying his best to block it out.

“Get up, faggot.” His father murmered. Blaine quickly scrambled to his feet before his dad’s fist met his face. He woke up 45 minutes later with a bloody nose and a fat lip. Guess i’m staying home today. Blaine slowly stood up, masking the pain as he saw his dad drunk and passed out on the couch while Rosanne aired on television. Blaine’s face hardened as he passed the picture of his mother and his older brother Cooper. He practically crawled up the stairs and climbed back into bed, hoping not to wake up for a good year or two.

I hate it when you do that…

He thought to himself as he drifted off to sleep.