Author's Note: Should i continue this? Give me your thoughts... Review Please, english is not my first language, sorry for the grammar mistakes, and, yeah, BLAINE'S GOT A DOG, i like this thing... but anyway, i hope you enjoy this

Triggering: Violence

Blaine opened the door of his house, and ... Nothing, usually when he came home he was greeted by his dog, that, let's say, almost knocked him on the ground, but today, it didn't happen, the house was ghostly silent.
"Boomer?" Blaine asked, throwing his school bag on the couch. "Where are you buddy?"
He kept walking around the house and ... Nothing. the boy began to get worried. He went upstairs to look for the dog in his room, when he was afraid, Boomer lurked beneath his bed, usually happened when had a lot of noise and fireworks, which didn't happen latelly, but it didn't cost check.
He took the key from his room in his pocket, placed in the lock and entered the room, began to search, he was not in any place, under the bed, in the closets, in the bathroom ... The lead singer was starting to lose control, 'the dog can't be just... gone' Blaine thought 'he just can't' , if he passed his hand again in his gelled hair, he would be bald in less than a week!
After a while he heard the sound of the door of the living room openning and he went down the stairs, almost falling down.
"Dad, you saw Boomer? He is not here." Blaine said desperately finding the frown of his father
"I gave him" The older Anderson said quietly on the couch, picking up the daily newspaper.
"What?" Blaine asked, anger rising inside him ...
"You heard what i said, i'll not repeat. And can you be quiet? I'm trying to read" His father said still staring at the newspaper.
That was the last straw, Blaine could live with this man, day by day, be mistreated in every possible way, but no, he couldn't have done this with Boomer, he's just a dog!
"You will just stay there, staring? He's gone, get over it"
"You didn't!" Blaine fought against the tears that he knew would come, he couldn't believe his own father ...
He stood in front of his father and slapped the paper, tearing it in two, maybe now, Blaine thought, my father will pay attention to me, "You couldn't do that! NOT WITHOUT TALKING TO ME" Shouted the boy, uncontrolled .
The older man stood up pushing his son against the wall. Holding the boy's neck, hitting the younger boy head on the wall and then pulling his hair down, making him moan of pain.
" . . .Understood?" The older man said calmly, what made that situation more frightening.
Blaine pushed his father off him "GET OUT!"
His father raised an eyebrow, surprised, this was the first time that Blaine stood up against him, but after the shock, he got pissed, more than ever. "What?"
"You can not hit me!"
"What you gonna do about it? Cry to your little faggot friend?" The older Anderson said, with a hint of humor in his voice, "Grow up, Blaine"
"No, you grow up!" Blaine said, taking a step backward, seeing the expression on the face of his father. "You can't do this dad! I can, report you, That's right, denounce! child abuse."
James Anderson laughed "Good one, do you really think That They will believe in your word over mine, the little fag ... Good one"
"I know that we live on this crap town, narrow mind, But yeah,It's that what I'll do, like this idea ... Daddy?" Blaine said with a smile playing on his lips. "You know what faggot means?" sked Blaine, looking straight in his father's eyes "Idiot or loser, and I'm none of Those things father, you are!"
"YOU litle shit" James said, heading toward Blaine and hitting a punch on his chin, "I'll teach you a lesson" He kept hitting punches and distinct kicks around Blaine's little body.
"Dad stop" Blaine tried to escape the blows of his father, but don't worked.
"Oh, I have not finished with you yet" James said, grabbing Blaine by the collar of his shirt and attacking him on the glass table, making Blaine cry out in pain.
"Let's make something really clear" His father said, crouching in the side of the smaller boy moaning on the floor. "You are the fucking faggot, not me," he said patting Blaine's chest, making his son scream in pain with the parts of the broken glass entering in his back, when he was about to leave, he said "Uhhh, when I come back, i don't want you here anymore, GET THE FUCK OUT "closing the door with a thud.