The day is finally here! Im finally publishing this story. I know some of you all have been waiting weeks (even months) for me to publish this and i want to thank you all for being so patient.

This story is mostly finished and it will have 8 to 9 chapters. I will (hopefully) be finishing the last two or so chapters over Thanksgiving Break, so lets hope that gets done. I will be posting a new chapter ever 3 to 5 days depending on the number of reviews i get. If i get a lot of reviews it will be 3 days, and less it will be 5.

Im extremely proud of this story and it might even be one of my favorites I've written so i hope you enjoy it as much as i do. Please, please leave a review if you read this. You can leave one on here or my tumblr (links on my profile page). You can always go there to keep up with this and my other stories and if you have one drop in and say hi because i love talking to my followers :) So enjoy this first chapter and remember to review!


Chapter One

Austin Jameson was lying in his bed staring at the ceiling, unable to sleep any longer. He looked at his clock; it read 6:43 which meant his alarm would go off in two minutes and he would have to get ready for school. A feeling of excitement and anxiety shot through his body. This is the day he had been waiting and planning for for months now. He had every detail down to a tee, but there was still that feeling in the pit of his stomach that told him things may not work out the exact way he had planned them.

He went over the plan one more time in his head. He smiled as he pictured the faces of the men who had made his life miserable for so many years. He could picture them frightened and begging for forgiveness at his feet, but he would not give it to them. Today would be the day he got revenge.

He thought back to the day all this started.

It was a Saturday night and Austin was sitting at home with nothing to do…shocker. It was the beginning of his sophomore year and still no one invited him to hang out on the weekends, or ever for that matter. He was lying on his bed, listening to his iPod when he began to hear screams coming from down the hall. Austin sighed as he turned the volume up but even at full blast he couldn't drown out the sounds of his mom and step-dad, both drunk and yelling at each other.

Austin rolled his eyes, 'what else is new?' he thought as he got up from his bed. He decided going for a walk would be the only way to get away from all the chaos. He left his bedroom and continued down the hall until he got to the living room, where the fight was happening.

"Why don't you get off your lazy ass and find a job!" he heard his mom yell. He let out another sigh before leaving through the front door, neither parent even noticing he entered the room at all. From the front of the house he could still hear his parents' yelling and he couldn't help but wonder why his neighbors never complained.

He decided to take his usual route (unfortunately this happened a lot). He walked and walked and walked until he was out of his shithole of a neighborhood and in a richer, more upper class neighborhood. He decided to walk a little further, knowing if he turned around in about ten minutes both parents would be passed out on the couch by the time he got home.

He was about to turn around when he saw someone was having a party. He recognized a lot of the cars from school, which meant it was a high school party he hadn't been invited too…shocker again. He looked at the house and recognized it as Quinn Fabray's. He remembered hearing the kid in front of him in geometry talking about it. Apparently her parents went out of town for Labor Day weekend every year and Quinn would always through a beginning of the school year party while they were away.

He sighed. He had had a crush on Quinn since the first grade. She had the most beautiful blonde hair that went perfectly with her pale skin. He felt as if he could get lost in her hazel eyes for hours. But all that didn't matter because she didn't even know he existed. Why would she? She was head cheerleader, president of the celibacy club, and all around social butterfly and he was just white trash. The only class they had together was homeroom; she was in all honors classes and he was one class away from being in special ed.

He knew it was creepy but sometimes at lunch while he was sitting by himself he would watch Quinn, surrounded by a group of cheerleaders and football players, eat and laugh and be happy; all the things that never happened to him. He always cringed when he saw Finn Hudson, her quarterback boyfriend, lean in for a kiss or a hug. She deserved better than him, Austin always thought. And if he was being honest with himself he knew she deserved better than him, too.

Austin was so deep in thought about Quinn that he didn't hear the sound of drunken footsteps on pavement making their way to where he was standing.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" came an all too familiar voice, breaking him from his thoughts. He looked up to see four large, muscular figures standing in front of him, arms crossed over their bulky chests. He began to slowly back away but soon one of them had grabbed his arm, keeping him from going anywhere.

"You trying to crash my girlfriend's party?" Finn, Quinn's boyfriend asked. Austin could smell the alcohol in Finn's breath and flinched. He knew when Finn was sober he would stay out of the bullying, usually just sit back and watch but Austin knew from personal experience that alcohol changed Finn and made him more violent and aggressive.

Austin began to feverishly shake his head. "N…No I was just taking a walk," he stammered. In school these boys made his life miserable, throwing slushies at him and sticking his head in the toilet, and they were sober then. Austin knew they were ten times worse when they were drunk and he began to shake.

"Good excuse," Finn's best friend, Noah "Puck" Puckerman said rolling his eyes. "I never would have thought of that one." He stepped closer to Austin who held his breath; he knew what was about to happen.

He watched as the two other boys, Dave Karaofsky and Nathan Azimio, joined Puck. Before he knew it Finn had grabbed his other arm and was now behind him, holding his arms behind his back so he couldn't move. He closed his eyes and held his breath, waiting for the blows that were inevitably coming.

The first punch came from Puck and it hit him square in the jaw. Austin did his best not to scream out in pain, knowing that would just make everything worse.

Next it was Karofsky's turn, and he hit him in his left eye. Austin winced in pain. Soon he felt Azimio hit him in the middle of his stomach and he lost his breath for a minute. Another kick to the groin came when it finally came back and Austin yelled out in pain, Finn allowing him to fall to the ground. He was kicked at least ten more times; he could feel blood gushing out of almost every inch of his body.

After a few more laughs and kicks Austin felt like he wanted to die. Maybe they would just kick him to death and put him out of his misery. It took all his power not to start crying then and there.

"Come on man, let's get back to the party," he heard Finn say, "If I don't get back soon Quinn's going to come looking for me."

"Yea whatever, this loser isn't any fun anyway," Puck said before giving Austin one more kick in the rib. He heard the four of them walk back towards the house, laughing at his weakness.

Austin lied on the ground, in pain, for what seemed like hours but was really only minutes. He knew he couldn't lie there any longer because soon the party would be over and someone would find him and probably beat his sorry ass some more.

He tried to get up but was soon met by an almost unbearable pain in his side. He looked down at his shirt to see it was covered in his own crimson blood. When he finally stood up all the way he practically fell over when he felt the pain shoot up his legs. He had never been in so much pain in his life and this wasn't even the first time he had been beaten up.

Austin really wasn't sure how but somehow he managed to walk the three miles from Quinn's house to his own. He had pretty much blacked out from the pain the whole way and it was a miracle he even remembered where his house was.

When he got inside his house, he was not one bit surprised to see both his parents were passed out in the living room. He managed to make it to his bedroom before gently lying himself down on his bed. Whatever pain he felt before was at least doubled by his walk home. He was beginning to black out again from the pain so he forced his mind to think about something else.

He was going to get revenge for this night and every other time they had messed with him, he promised himself. One day those four boys would be sorry they ever laid a hand on him.

Austin's thoughts were broken by the sound of his alarm clock, which he immediately turned off and continued to lie on his bed and stare at the ceiling.

After five minutes of lying there anxiously, he got up out of bed and changed into some jeans and a brown hooded sweatshirt. He brushed his teeth but didn't even bother to do anything with his matted hair. He grabbed his textbooks and put them into his backpack before bending down beneath his desk where his air vent was. He had broken it a long time ago so he would have a secret place to store all his stuff he didn't want his mom to find. He quietly opened the vent and pulled out a shoe box. He opened the box and smiled as he picked up the black, shiny object it contained. As he held it in his palm a ping of nervousness shot throughout his body but it went as quickly as it came. Today is going to go according to plan, he assured himself as he stood up, putting the object inside the large front pocket of his sweatshirt. He then took one last deep breath before heading out the door and to William McKinley High School.

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"Come on Mercedes we're going to be late," Quinn Fabray called through the door to her friend. She sighed as she rubbed her gravid stomach out of habit. Quinn had been living with her friend now for almost a week. Her parents had kicked her out when she informed them of her pregnancy and she moved in with her boyfriend at the time, Finn. He then found out he wasn't the father and she was forced to go and live with the real father, Puck. Although living with Puck was not the worst thing in the world, it did nothing to improve their already rocky relationship. Mercedes Jones had noticed that Quinn was not happy living at Puck's house and came to her rescue, letting Quinn use the spare bedroom in her house. Quinn was so thankful to Mercedes to take her in during her time of need and Quinn promised she was going to do whatever it took to pay Mercedes back. She planned to give the baby up for adoption and was convinced her parents would let her move back in once that happened.

"Coming!" Mercedes answered. A second later the bathroom door opened and Mercedes joined Quinn in the hall. "Sorry girl but it takes time for me to become this hot," Mercedes said giving her friend a little smile and a wink. Quinn just rolled her eyes and giggled as the two girls grabbed their books and headed out to Mercedes' car.

On the way to school Quinn was thinking how happy she was that it was a Friday. First of all because it meant the weekend was almost here and she could catch up on her sleep and second of all because it meant she had glee first period. It was the only place where she felt she fit in. The kids in glee weren't constantly judging her or staring at her now enormous pregnant belly. She also had to admit she loved to sing and dance and let herself get lost in the music, forgetting her problems, even if it was only for an hour.

She suddenly felt some kind of weird pain in her lower back. She had been experiencing this pain randomly since she woke up but it always disappeared quickly so Quinn figured it was some kind of spasm her back was having now that she was carrying so much extra weight. She ignored the pain as Mercedes pulled into the school parking lot.

Mercedes and Quinn walked into school talking and giggling as usual. "See you in glee," Quinn said to her friend as she arrived at the door to her homeroom. She gave Mercedes a smile before opening the door and heading into the classroom. She was on her way to her seat when she accidentally bumped into a boy in her homeroom.

"Sorry," she said giving him a friendly smile and rubbing her stomach protectively. She noticed he looked a little sketchy today, his brown eyes moving around wildly as if he was thinking of too many things at once. His shaggy chocolate hair was matted and un-brushed and he looked as if he hadn't slept in days.

"Whatever," he grunted as his hand quickly went to the huge pocket on the front of his brown hoodie. Quinn gave him a curious look before continuing to her seat next to Kurt Hummel, another one of her best friends.

"He looks a little off today," Quinn commented as she nodded her head in the direction of the boy to show Kurt who she was talking about.

"If you're talking about his outfit than I agree," Kurt said as he made a face. "I mean really? A brown hoodie? That's atrocious." Quinn just laughed at her friend's bluntness, soon forgetting about the boy in the brown hoodie.


I know this first chapter wasn't extremely exciting, but i kind of had to give some background before i moved into the main part of the story. So leave a review and let me know what you think so far!