Puck was curled into a ball quivering in his bed. He had one of his arms wrapped around his knees; the other arm was up by his head, while his hand pulled at his Mohawk. Tears were flowing down his already red face. He had been laying there for over an hour and whimpering. His sleeveless shirt and part is his mattress soaked with his own tears.
He just laid there praying that the bastard wouldn't come back down those basement stairs and into his bedroom again. God he thought this was all over years ago. He had actually began to let his guard down around people again, had started to trust them even. He was beginning to make some real progress. Sure it was slow, but it was happening. He was beginning to open up at least around the other glee members anyways. They were the only people besides his sister and mother, who got to see any other side of him, other than his badass self.
Now all that progress would be gone. Everything would go back to how it had been before, and that truly terrified him. He would go back to shutting people out again. The only way he knew how to, and that was being a badass full force. It was his only coping mechanism, his only defense against what was happening to him. He knew if anyone were to see him like he would be ridiculed for the rest of his life. He couldn't think about that right now though. All he could think of was the pain and learning how to survive once more.
Puck's cell started vibrating in his jean pocket. The sudden feeling startled his so much he fell off his bed. He hit the cement floor with a loud thud. Pain rushed over his entire body. He couldn't help but scream in agony. He just hurt so much. He hoped the bastard was far to gone to hear him.
He glanced up the stairs waiting, but not came down. Must be passed out by now Puck thought to himself. He took his cell out of his pocket and flipped it open. It was a text from Finn.
Hey u haven't bothered to show up for class for the past 3 days or glee practice. U sick or sumthing? Mr. Shue worried. Finn's text read.
Puck ran a hand through his Mohawk and bit down on his lip. What should I say, maybe I should just ignore him he thought. That would be the safe bet just to ignore him. Puck really didn't want to talk to anyone anyway. Puck slowly got up and laid back down on his bed. He just needed to sleep. In sleep he didn't feel as much pain.
His phone began to vibrate again. Puck opened his cell back up
Dude u alive? Finn's text read. Puck sighed but didn't respond to Finn's text. He threw his phone in the laundry basket next his bed. Then he closed his eyes and let the darkness take over his body. He was asleep within minutes.