July 16, 2013, 11:01 p.m.
Together in darkness: Blaine's Prologue
E - Words: 430 - Last Updated: Jul 16, 2013 Story: Closed - Chapters: 2/? - Created: Jul 16, 2013 - Updated: Jul 16, 2013 128 0 0 0 0
The screams were so loud, he was sure the neighbors would hear. But he didn't much care, he had a disobedient child to discipline. As he stalked closer to little eleven year old Blaine, small and afraid as he cowered in the corner, he unhooked his belt and slipped it through the loops. Tears could be seen falling freely from Blaine's eyes, rolling down his cheeks and escaping off the line of his jaw before he could wipe them away, as he curled further in on himself with the anticipation of what was to come next.
A cracking sound echoed off the walls of the narrow hallway, sending a chill down Blaine's spine as his father snapped the belt together with a force that was only fit for a hard working father who was gone eight hours a day, seven days a week. "Stand up and face me like a man, damn it!" Came his fathers voice, loud and piercing to the frail boys ears, saliva dripping from his bottom lip and sliding down his chin in a disgustingly menacing fashion. He had no choice, if Blaine didn't stand and face his father, the beating would only be worse. So with all the strength he could muster, he stood on shaky legs, his head hanging low and eyes squeezed tight as he awaited the smack of his father's belt like a whip.
And when it came, he was cought off gaurd. He was always caught off guard, no matter what. His muscles jumped and twitched, and he rose for a brief moment onto the balls of his feet as a shrill cry escaped the confines of his chest and tumbled off his lips. "Please, daddy! I won't do it again, I swear!" he screamed as the belt came down across his bare chest again. Three more times, it shot out and hit him in a new place. And with each smack, he curled further in on himself until he was back in that corner, his fathers belt coming down on him repeatedly without mercy until he was read from the curve of his shoulders to arch of his back and all the way around.
"That aught to teach you a lesson!" His father shouted, raising the belt one more time, but having mercy when the poor boy let out a sobing plea for him to stop. "Please!" Blaine screamed. "No more, daddy! Please!" his sobs were unhinged, now. Tumbling from his lips and coming out in hiccups and mumbles to whoever would listen to save him from this place where he wasn't loved.