Author's Note: Should I continue this? Give me your thoughts... Review Please, english is not my first language, sorry for the grammar mistakes, and, yeah, BLAINE'S GOT A DOG, I like this thing... but anyway, I hope you enjoy this
Trigger Warning: Violence
Blaine opened the door of his house, and... Nothing. Usually when he came home he was greeted by his dog, that, let's be honest, almost knocked him on the ground, but today, it didn't happen, the house was ghostly silence.
"Boomer?" Blaine asked to the silence, throwing his school bag on the couch. "Where are you buddy?"
He kept walking around the house and... Nothing. the boy started to get worried. He went upstairs to look for the dog in his room. Usually when he was afraid, Boomer lurked beneath his bed, commonly happened when had a lot of noise and fireworks, which didn't happen lately, but it didn't cost check.
He took the key from his room in his pocket, placed in the lock and entered the room, he started to search, the dog was not in any place. Not under the bed, in the closets, in the bathroom. The lead singer was starting to lose control, 'the dog can't be just... gone' Blaine thought 'he just can't'. He was sure that if he passed his hand again in his gelled hair, he would be bald in less than a week!
After a while he heard the sound of the front door opening and he went downstairs, almost falling down.
"Dad, did you saw Boomer? He is not here." Blaine asked desperately, only finding the frown on his father's face.
"I gave him away" The older Anderson said quietly on the couch, picking up the daily newspaper on the table.
"What?" Blaine asked, anger rising inside him like volcano.
"You heard what I said, I'll not repeat it. And can you please be quiet? I'm trying to read, if you haven't noticed it yet" His father said still staring at the newspaper.
That was the last straw. Blaine could live with this man, day by day, be mistreated in every possible way, called every terrible name possible in the english language, but no, he couldn't have done this with Boomer, afterall, he's just a dog!
"You will just stay there, staring me? He's gone, get over it"
"You didn't!" Blaine fought against the tears that he could feel that would soon come. He just couldn't believe his own father.
He stood in front of his father and slapped the paper, tearing it in two, maybe now, Blaine thought, my father will pay attention to me, "You couldn't do that! NOT WITHOUT TALKING TO ME" Shouted the boy, uncontrolled.
The older man stood up pushing his son against the wall, hitting Blaine's head on the wall while holding his neck with his right hand.
"Don' . .Understood?" The older man said calmly, what made the whle situation more frightening.
Blaine pushed his father off him "GET OUT!"
His father raised an eyebrow, surprised, this was the first time that Blaine stood up against him, but after the shock, he got pissed off, more than ever before. "What?"
"You can't hit me!"
"What you gonna do about it? Cry to your little faggot friend?" The older Anderson said sarcastically, with a hint of humor in his voice, "Grow up, Blaine"
"No, you grow up!" Blaine screamed, taking a step backward, seeing the expression on the face of his father. "You can't do this dad! I can... report you, That's right, denounce! child abuse."
James Anderson laughed "Good one, do you really think that they will believe in your word over mine, the little fairly... Good one boy!"
"I know that we live in this crap town, narrow minded, But yeah, It's that what I'll do." Blaine said with a smile playing on his lips. "Like this idea... daddy?"
"YOU LITTL-"
"Do you even know what faggot means?" Blaine asked, looking straight into his father's eyes "Idiot or loser, and I'm none of those things father, you are!"
"YOU litle shit" James said, heading toward his kid and striking a punch on his chin, "I'll teach you a lesson"
He kept hitting punches and distinct kicks around Blaine's little body. "Dad stop" Blaine tried to escape from the attacks of his father, but it didn't work.
"Oh, I have not finished with you yet" James said, grabbing Blaine by the collar of his shirt and throwing him on the glass table, making Blaine cry out in pain.
"Let's make something really clear" His father said, crouching on the side of the smaller boy moaning on the floor. "You are the fucking faggot, not me," he said patting, or better, pushing Blaine's chest down, making his son scream in pain with the parts of the broken glass entering in his back, when he was about to leave, he added "Uhhh, when I come back, I don't want you here anymore, GET THE FUCK OUT" closing the door with a loud thud.