Hey guys!
I'm here with new story today. If anyone ever read some of my stories, like Absolutely Perfect or Unperfectly Perfect, I'm sure you are going to be pretty shocked because this is not going to be the usual fluffy feast. This story is going to be dark angsty one, involving dark themes (I'll put the warnings at the end of this note). It's going to be Klaine fic, of course, but not from the beginning. Just wait and see
It's my first time writing something so much angsty so let me know what do you think about it.
I need to say big, huge, enormous, tremendous thank you to two persons.
First is my best friend, my amazing sweetheart and baby, Esther aka writingmisfit. She was the first one who read this prologue and she gave me so much of positive energy, she is giving me it every day with her kindness and big, beautiful soul. Honey, thank you so much for everything you did for me3
And the second is my Beta Kitty, aka gleeklaineKIT. She is my baby and without her I would be completely lost. She is amazing and Honey I love you so much and thank you for being my Beta.
Today I feel like someone stuffed my head with cotton so I'm ending this note and let you enjoy the story.
Warnings: Depressions, rape (non-graphic), violence, swearing, prostitution… just really horrible stuff
Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN GLEE!
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Love Helen
Prologue
Life is bittersweet, Kurt thought as he once again found himself jogging through the now so familiar streets in Westerville. A year ago he didn't even know what this town looked like and now it was his home. Home, Kurt snorted at this word, he didn't have home anymore.
A year ago he still thought that he could change his life for the better. A year ago he freshly graduated from the McKinley, the NAYDA acceptance letter still hot in his pocket. He and Rachel had everything planned out; they had already found a flat were they and Finn would live. But soon enough all his dreams crashed down. The day of his departure his Dad had a heart attack. Three days later his Dad passed away. He didn't remember much of what happened after. He stayed in the lonely house, that he suddenly couldn't call home, because the main part was missing. His Dad was gone and he was never coming back. His brain just didn't want process that.
He lay in his bed for a three days straight not answering his phone or the doorbell. Carole Hudson, his Dad's girlfriend came to check on him more than once every day. She would sit on the edge of his bed and comb her fingers through his hair. She also brought him food and made him to eat at least a few bites. She was kind woman. His Dad met her at the West Side Story musical their school promoted. Since then Finn began acting like big brother to Kurt. Their relationship got better since Finn had joined the Glee club but after theirs parents went on few dates he got in his mind that they were brothers and that he needed to look after Kurt. It was kind of sweet Kurt thought.
Carole and Finn took care of the funeral. Kurt was thankful because he didn't know he would be able to deal with it. After the funeral Carole and Finn tried to persuade him to come live with them but he didn't want leave his house. But a few days later he was forced to leave it. His Grandmother, Burt's mother, and her lawyers somehow managed to declare that Burt's will was null and void. And in the space of a few minutes Kurt lost everything. The house, the Hummel's Tires and Lubes, all the money his Dad saved. Only things he could have were his car and his belongings.
When Carole found about this she went ballistic. She wanted sue his Grandparents but he didn't care. He packed his bags and left the town that used to be his home. He told Carole that he had place to stay, that he had an aunt in Columbus but to be honest he didn't have anyone. His Mom's parents lived in France and they didn't contact him since she disapperred. So he only climbed in his car and drove till he had gas. That wasn't long and he found himself in Westerville. But he didn't care where he was; he climbed in the backseat and cried. He cried for his Dad, for the injustice which was committed against him for the people and things he left behind.
He spent a few days in his car, going out only when he needed to go to toilet or he was hungry. The third night in his car someone knocked on his window. Confused Kurt rolled the window halfway down. Behind it stood young woman with short blindingly red hair.
"Can I help you?" Kurt asked her.
"Get your butt up and come inside." She said and indicated with her thumb behind herself where some bar stood, Kurt didn't even notice. "The nights are cold and I could use some help behind the bar"
"What?"
"Oh my, are you deaf or nuts or something? I said come with me and help me" So since the night Kurt worked at nights as bartender. He sold his car and all his expensive clothes and found himself a small flat. It was rat's hole, only one room and shower stall but he was happy. Well not exactly happy but at least he have place where to stay.
His friends from Lima were still calling him and trying to contact him but the calls and messages lessened after time. The only two remaining were Finn and Quinn, his two closes friends. But he couldn't call them back; he didn't want to call them back. After his Dad was buried in the ground something snapped inside of him. He didn't want his old life back so he turned the sound of his phone off and hide it under one loose plank of the floor.
He knew that he had dropped low. But after one fatal night he dropped to rock bottom, to his personal hell.
It was calm night at the bar. It usually was, this bar was kind of sleazy only a few of drugged teenagers or old dirty homeless men occupying the tables so he was kind of shocked when the door opened and man in suit come inside.
He couldn't be older than forty maybe, with tall athletic figure. His hair was black and held back by a ridiculous amount of gel. His eyes had the same color as his hair and were hard and had some cruelty in them. He walked right to the bar and sat in front of Kurt.
"What can I get you?" Kurt asked while he put aside a few dirty glasses.
"Scotch and beer" The man said measuring the young bartender with his hard eyes. It was making Kurt nervous, the way the corners of the stranger's lips were raising in smirk.
"Here it is" Kurt said and sat the glasses in front of him.
"What cute little thing like you is doing in this dirty place?" The man purred cocking his head to the side.
"Working as I'm sure you can see. But I could ask you the same thing. Not many men in Armani's suit come to sit here" The man laughed at that and sipped at his drinks. He sat there silently for the rest of the night, sipping on few more beers and then on some water. Kurt was glad that his shift was nearing its end and Sam, the girl who gave him the job, would take over. The man was making him more and more nervous. He was looking at him with lust in his eyes. During the night the man's right hand disappeared from the wooden bar and Kurt was sure the man was palming himself.
"I'll give you hundred bucks if you sleep with me" The man said suddenly.
"What?" Kurt eyes widened and the glass he was drying felt from his fingers and crashed to the ground, breaking into thousands of small shreds.
"You heard me. I'll give you hundred dollars if you sleep with me. Come on little one" The man rounded the bar and suddenly was standing in front of Kurt dragging him in his arms. "I know you want it" The man whispered in his ear pushing his hard on against the younger's man.
"No, no, no let me go" Kurt pushed onto the man's chest trying to break away from his grip. "I'm not going to sleep with you. Not for money not ever"
"Don't be a bitch. How long you need to slave your ass here to get so much money? I know you need them I can give you even more" The stranger's arms once again encircled him and squeezed his ass.
"Let me go you pervert!" Kurt shouted and slapped the man across the face. The man stumbled a few steps back and looked at Kurt with flame in his eyes.
"You are going to regret this you little slut" And with that the man stormed out of the bar. Shakily Kurt began cleaning the broken glass trying to even his breathing. He hoped that he will never, ever, see this man again. But he was horribly wrong.
He was unlocking the five locks on his flat's door when something hard banged him across the back of his head. He stumbled into the door and soon he was pushed inside and on the floor. He was still seeing stars from the punch, his vision swaying like crazy. It took him a few minutes to understand what's happening and when he did the person on top of him already succeeded on pushing his jeans down in the middle of his tights.
"No, no stop" He tried to shake the stranger off of him, already knowing it must be the man from the bar. He could hear him growl and then his face was pushed into the filthy smelling carpet. That morning was Kurt raped for the first time in his life.
He cried for the whole time, trying to stop the horrible act but he was in vain. When it was over the man thrown a few bills on his naked back and with quiet 'I'll see you soon' he was gone from the flat.
Kurt lay on the floor for many hours not able to move. His whole body hurt and he felt so degraded and violated and humiliated. He went already through so much and now, now he got raped in his own apartment. In the place where he should feel safe! His stomach violently twisted and he vomited all over the carpet.
Somehow he managed to crawl into the shower and let the cold water cascade on his body, hoping the shrill coldness would wipe away the feeling of filth he felt. But anything helped. He still felt as dirty as before. When he got back into the room where it all happened he found the bills lying on ground, streaked with his blood and the man's cum. He almost threw up again. But the only thing he did was tear the bills into small pieces not caring that it was more than two hundred dollars. He was raped for God's sake! His virginity was forcefully taken from him. No amount of money could make this better.
It took him almost week to get back to some kind of normal. He found a new place, even worse than the first, but he just couldn't live there, when the man knew where he lived. He ditched the job in the bar and instead of began working as a waiter in small dinner. He hoped that the man would not fulfill his promise of seeing him soon. But the fate showed him again, that it wasn't fan of Kurt.
This time the man raped him in dirty alley behind the dinner. Kurt tried to fight him at the beginning but he knew it was in vain. Once again after it ended the man put a few bills in the back pocket of Kurt's jeans and with kiss left him crash to the dirty ground.
After that time it happened so many times that Kurt lost count of it. And it didn't happen only with this man. He would invite his friends and they would all humiliate and hurt Kurt. And Kurt felt really horrible but after some time he began accepting the money thrown at him. He became a slut, whore, bitch; all the horrible names the men were calling him. He wasn't Kurt Hummel proud diva, flamboyant gay who was accepted to NYADA. No, he was Kurt, the gay prostitute from Westerville. And it was the man's fault; he thought as heringed the bell in front of the big noble house.
"You are late" The man from bar barked as he opened the door and gripped Kurt's forearm roughly. Yes it was all James Anderson's fault, Kurt thought as he followed the man into his bedroom.
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