Geplaatst: do mei 26, 2011 23:21
Chapter 3: Last time
The dark-haired boy opened the door and walked into the house, taking off his coat and looking up as he heard footsteps getting near. He looked right into his fatherĀ“s face.
"There you are," He said, he sounding a little mad. Blaine frowned.
"Hello dad," He mumbled, knowing what was about to come.
"I thought we were going to build on that Chevy yesterday? Where were you?" He asked, his eyes full of an angry fire. Blaine sighed.
"I was just- going out somewhere, dad, isn't that ok?" He asked.
"You sneak into the house when we're asleep and then go to school at the crack of dawn before we're well awake, and you think I'm okay with that, Mr. Anderson?" he asked, his voice raising.
"I- no, I just- I went to the city with some friends and-," Blaine tried to lie.
"You don't have any friend, Blaine, I went to your school this afternoon, looking for you. I saw you, sneaking as cowardly into the bathrooms as sneaking into this house, your face afraid, bleeding from your nose." Blaine looked as his father astonished. He went to his school. Blaine tried to think about the last time he had done that. He couldn't think of any time. Yes, Blaine had gone to school, but only because he knew his parents would have made him and getting dropped off by his dad didn't really help his situation, did it? And Yes, he had lived through today with only a bleeding nose, but just because he had hidden every free minute inside the bathrooms, door locked.
"What were you doing at my school? And I do have friends." Blaine lied again. He did, they only just left him, as simple as that.
"Getting you, of course, I don't need a son who doesn't do as told. And I talked to Michael, that guy you used to take home sometimes. He told me he didn't want to be your friend anymore because he doesn't want a gay friend falling for him. He said exactly that, and I don't really blame him, son, with that nonsense about being gay." Blaine felt his eyes light with the same fire that was in his father's. He felt himself getting angrier by the second, with every word.
"He said that, didn't he? Well why don't you just leave me alone! If you hate gays so much, just leave me alone!" Blaine spit.
"I don't hate gays, because they don't exist, they just think they can be different." Blaine blinked. He hadn't expected that. He knew his dad was denying his sons sexuality but not the whole homosexuality all together.
"Fine, bye, dad," He yelled at his dad and without waiting for a response, he just walked outside slamming the door shut and not even caring about taking his car. Everyone was wrong. Everything was wrong. This could not be happening. He would just- he sighed. It was that bad, then? That he wished he'd never came out? He groaned as he felt tears streaming down his cheeks, and he wiped them away quickly seeing as he just walked into the city. He was planning to go to the other side, into the forest, just to be alone. He could cry then. He looked up as he nearly walked into someone. It were two guys, laughing about something while exiting a bar. They were in some kind of blue uniform with blue and red striped ties and a big 'D' on their blazers.
"I'm so sorry," he told the blonde one. They looked up.
"Don't worry about it, man," they said with a smile, turning back to his friend, already forgetting Blaine.
"Ohmygod, so he and Rob actually kissed? I knew it! You so owe me ten bucks, dude," he said with a grin. The other guy laughed to, reaching for his wallet while watching his phone with a surprised look at his face. Blaine stopped dead, wiping the last tear off his face and watching the two guys walk around the corner, still laughing about their bet. About two guys who kissed. He must have heard that wrong. That couldn't have been what they meant. He frowned and walked again, deep in thought, so deep that now he actually did walk into someone, just as he walked out of the city towards the forest.
"Sorry," he said now, still deep in thought and not caring who it was.
"Don't you touch me in any way, Anderson," the person said. Blaine closed his eyes in horror as he recognized the voice. He looked up. Yes, two bullies out of school were standing right in front of him, on a lonely road outside town. Could his nightmare come true just a tiny bit more accurate? Probably not.
"Go away, I didn't do anything to you," Blaine said, taking a step back.
"It's more the fact what you are, Anderson," said the other one. Blaine felt tears of fear welling up.
"G-go away," He whispered.
"Ahw, he's scared, do you see that, Lee, he's scared, isn't that cute?" the biggest of them said. Lee laughed.
"Crying is for little girls," he grumbled. They closed a tiny bit of space between them and the scared boy they were talking to.
"Oh, yes, and I happen to hate guys who behave like little girls, Lee," the big one said. Lee agreed.
"We might have to do something about it, then," Lee said with a big, ugly smile on his face, flashing his yellow teeth at the big one. Blaine was now standing with his back against a tree. The biggest one then stepped forward and shoved him against the tree, hard, and tears of pain shot into his eyes and the tree hurt his back. He fell on the ground, coughing. Not long after a foot kicked him in his stomach, time after time and Blaine coughed more gripping his stomach and moaning in pain. A hand gripped his shirt and with some help from the other they heaved Blaine up on his feet and shove him against the tree once more. Blaine tried everything. He kicked both of them against their legs, his arms waving in the air but he couldn't reach them.
"Kicking hmm?" Lee said, and he pushed Blaine against the tree with one hand and hit him in his face. Blaine could feel his wound starting to bleed again.
"Leave me alone!" Blaine shouted, but they weren't going to listen he thought, as he felt a knee in his stomach again and he fell on the ground. He lay there while they were talking over what they should do.
"Leave him here," Lee offered, and Blaine closed his eyes, praying that would be what they'd do.
"That doesn't help much does it? I don't want people from other football teams think we have a faggot on our school, imagine their laughs!"
"You're right," Lee said and he bend down, his face appearing into Blaine's view once more.
"Go away or I'll do something to you!" Blaine tried. He knew the second after he'd made a mistake. The big one's head appeared now.
"Not such a dapper Anderson anymore, huh? We should teach you some manners, too, I'll take it," he said. Then his hand started around his throat, and Blaine looked at him. He could think clearly until he could feel he didn't get enough oxygen anymore.
"Come on, don't do that," Lee said, his voice afraid but close. Blaine started to choke, trying with all the power he had to push the guy away. He couldn't breathe, he couldn't think. There was something going terribly wrong. Then the hand released his throat and Blaine sucked up as much air as he could at once, his throat hurting, his longs screaming for help. Lee had pulled the big one away and they were looking at Blaine who was fighting to breath.
"We need to go, I hear someone coming," Lee said and then they ran, disappearing from view soon. Blaine sat on his knees, coughing, and his throat hurt. He could feel his face bleeding, and when he lifted his shirt, his stomach was bleeding too. That couldn't be good...
"Oh My.. are you okay?" a voice asked. Blaine looked up. There was a woman standing in front of him. She was looking at him in concern. Blaine shook his head. He couldn't talk, he could just cough and gasp for breath.
"Who did this to you, boy?" She asked, kneeling beside him. Blaine just shook his head again, starting to feel light-headed.
"I'll call 911," she whispered more to herself.
"N-no," Blaine tried to object in a whisper but she didn't listen, in fact she was already with her phone at her ear. Blaine put his hands on his stomach.
"I heard someone yell, and then I found him, we're-," she started to talk fast and Blaine couldn't hear her anymore. He looked at his hands, covered in blood. Was there something wrong inside? No, that couldn't be, he thought, no, no...
His eyes fluttered open as he looked at the nurse. She smiled.
"Good you're awake, that's good," she said in a kind voice. Blaine looked up. He was in a bed, in the hospital, judging by the white walls and the nurses around him.
"I-," He closed his eyes as he suddenly remembered; he was beaten up, almost got strangled and then there was an ambulance with a very kind woman who had helped him. The trip to the hospital had been short and they had brought him in, worriedly stopping the bleeding from his stomach, not even taking care of his face. It was just an old wound opening up again. His parents had come; he had a memory of his father arguing with the doctor to take him home. That must be when he fell asleep, dead tired.
"Hey honey," his mother said, and Blaine looked to the side. His mother was sitting next to him, but his father wasn't to be seen.
"Mom?" He gasped; he could tell he couldn't talk.
"Shh don't talk," she said and he frowned. That was it, he wasn't going back.
"It was- it was them mom," he whispered. She nodded.
"I thought so. I know this all is a phase, and it's okay, every teen has it. But as long as it lasts your father has agreed you'd have to go to another school, Blaine," she said. Blaine frowned but didn't say anything, it was of no help, his parents won't believe him.
"Your father found a good one. It's expensive but that's okay. It's a private boys-only school. You'd have to live there, but we think that's better," she explained. "You won't live with us, maybe that'll cool things down, and then when you're over it, Blaine, you can just come back and we won't even be mad, we get this, that you're thinking it, really!" She meant to sooth him. It didn't help, it made him angrier. But it sounded great. A private, boys-only school. He wouldn't have to see his parents all the time, and maybe, on an all-guys school, there would be more guys who were gay, maybe even out. Then he wouldn't be so damn alone...
"Now they couldn't prove it were them," his mother babbled on. "So they aren't going to get punished but I want you to know your dad and I are very sorry this had to happen just because of the fact you are a little confused, which is normal in your teens," she said, not really looking at him. Blaine closed his eyes.
"When can I leave?" He asked the nurse, who looked at his mother as if she had three eyes. She then contained herself and smiled
"You just have to be in here for one night for observation sweetie, then everything will be fine," she said and walked away with another quick astonished glance towards his mother. His father entered the room as she left, as if he had been waiting.
"It's all been cared for," he said, not even caring to say hi to his son who had just been beaten up badly.
"He can go to that Dalton school next week. They'll send him his uniform. It's not far, actually, so at the holidays he could come home. I don't think weekend is a good idea, though, we're really busy at weekends.." he said. His mother nodded to their son, and his father looked around.
"Oh, he's awake," he only said. "Well, what do you think, son?" he then added. Blaine shrugged. It sounded perfect and even though he wouldn't admit it, a big part of that perfect was that no one there knew he was gay. And he didn't want to hide, which was the reason he told the people back on his own school, but now he knew how people could react... he'd just take it slowly. That thought disgusted him, but not as much as his mother still believing it was a phase. At least he'd be free, he could start again...
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