Hello! I would like to quickly tell you before you read that this story involves different mental disorders and triggers, but nothing to graphic. This is NOT my first fan fiction.
Prologue
Blaine Anderson was your stereotypical high school bad boy. He had tattoos and body piercings covering his smooth olive skin, and slick, straight black hair with shocking highlights of midnight blue falling in front of his sensual golden eyes. He dressed in typical punk clothing, and had acquired a moderately large collection of leather jackets, lace up combat boots and unusual spiked accessories over the years.
But there was one thing that separated Blaine from the rest of the "Bad" teenagers in Ohio, something that one might call the cherry on top of Blaine's bad boy image. It was the fact that he had his very own criminal record, and quite a large record at that.
At only a mere seventeen years of age, Blaine had already been caught by the police four times.
If you had asked any other kid in Mckinley High School what kind of crimes Anderson had committed, the answers would leave you speechless.
Some kids say he got caught working as a drug dealer, others say he got caught sexually assaulting a young girl. Some kids will even claim that he murdered his next door neighbour.
Blaine never committed any crimes like that. All of those stories are just hateful rumours kids created in order to make Anderson look like a terrible, filthy criminal. Blaine would never do those things... Well at least... Not intentionally... You see, Blaine was always a bit of a short tempered boy, but when he entered his teen years, his temperament had become an even bigger problem. Lately the slightest thing could set him off. Even small sounds or actions could send Blaine into a barreling rage. Luckily, Blaine's temper was never what had gotten him involved with the police.
But Blaine never denied the rumours, because in all honesty, He really liked his filthy criminal image. If kids thought he was dangerous, they would leave him alone. He liked to keep himself isolated from other kids, partly because he felt no one could be trusted, and partly because his anger was extremely uncontrollable.
If you asked Anderson what he did to get himself in trouble, he would probably involuntarily throw you to the ground, and beat you till he saw bone just because something as simple as that question still had the power to set him off.
But, the truth is, Blaine had gotten in trouble for shop lifting.
It's not like Blaine had a choice, during that time he was starving and was desperate to get the slightest bit of food inside himself in order to give his sleep deprived body a break.
When Blaine was 14, he witnessed a terrible tragedy. Blaine's family consisting of a loving mother named Arielle and a intellectual father named Robin were killed in a house fire one day when Blaine was at school.
The memory was horrifying. Blaine can still remember the morning before the fire. He remembers the feeling of his parents warm, caring arms wrapping around him like a tight shield protecting him from the harsh realities of the world, and Blaine giggling softly when his mother and father whispered "I love you" in his ear before they lightly pushed Blaine out the doorway.
Blaine can remember the strong, masculine police officer arriving at his school, his chocolate brown eyes giving Blaine a sympathetic look as he took Blaine's hand and led him to his car. He remembers his house. Oh god, the house. When he closes his eyes at night, he is suddenly right there in front of his demolished home. He can still smell the smoke in the air, and see the charred ashes on the ground. His whole life was gone and he would never get it back. No more life, and no more love. All of a sudden Blaine was alone.
And that's when Blaine went crazy.
His grandmother adopted him, her name was Molly Anderson. Molly had bleached blonde hair and a puffy Botox filled face, the only resemblance she had to Blaine was her matching golden hazel eyes. She was an intelligent old woman, and was filthy rich because she was the CEO of her own hotel company. She always had a cold soul, so when she learned that Blaine wasn't exactly perfect, she started loosing her patience. She always lost her patience when Blaine got bad grades and she didn't understand why Blaine couldn't be a "perfect young gentleman" like his father. And that's when Blaine's temper started getting out of control. If Molly snapped at him, he would snap back until one day he just lost it. He was at the dinner table with his grandmother, a delectable meal of apricot glazed salmon and asparagus laying out in front of him. Molly put down her fork and looked up at Blaine
"I saw your science test today."
Blaine's body stiffened, but he kept his head down avoiding her stare.
"You got 46% out of 100%"
Blaine shrugged, pushing his food around the plate with his fork.
"You failed, Blaine."
Molly started to rase her voice
"Your a flipping failure! How do you expect to be successful in this world if you can't even pass a grade ten science class! What would your father say? You better be glad he's dead Blaine, or he would be the one killing you!"
Tears slipped out of Blaine's eyes and fell onto his plate.
In his head, a voice appeared
'Throw it.'
The voice said.
'Throw it'
Blaine reached out and grabbed his plate with trembling hands
'Throw it'
The voice continued chanting
'Throw it'
'Throw it'
'Throw it'
Molly rose from her seat, walking back into the kitchen, still yelling at Blaine.
"Why did I ever take an idiot into my home? I should have put you up for adoption, or left you with your aunt!"
'Throw it'
So Blaine did.
Blaine picked up the plate and threw it with all his force into the kitchen, missing his grandmother. The plate flew back and hit the wall, food splattered everywhere as the delicate china shattered into small pieces.
Blaine's eyes widened. Did he really just do that? He could have seriously injured his very own grandmother.
Molly gasped, looking at the mess with a scared expression on her face.
Blaine stuttered, trying to get an apology out
"I-Im so-so-sor-"
"GET. THE HELL. OUT OF. MY HOUSE."
Blaine's grandmother moved Blaine into one of her hotel rooms. It was the cheapest hotel she owned, and the room surely did not look like the most comforting place to live, but Blaine was at least alone.
And that's when Blaine started robbing
the convenience store down the street. Molly agreed to pay for the room itself, but she only gave Blaine twenty extra dollars a month to pay for food. And for a growing, muscular boy like Blaine, that was no where near enough.
Blaine covered up his venerable image with a bad boy act. The more confident he acted, the less questions he was asked.
First chapter will be out later today, or tomorrow. Hope you enjoy! Pls comment and share 3