Beep, Beep – Beep, Beep – Beep- Hi, this is Kurt Hummel, sorry I can't get to the phone. But leave a message, and I'll get right back to you." BEEP.
Rachel was close to screaming. It was gone 11 pm, and Kurt still wasn't home. I know he needs time to let his steam off, but this is getting ridiculous.
"Rachel, stop worrying. He's just being a drama queen like you said. Let's just sit down and watch a movie, okay?" Brody said, trying to coax a pacing Rachel into sitting down on the sofa.
She didn't listen though, instead she kept redialling Kurt's phone number, desperate for him to answer.
"Maybe it's me he's not answering. He knows it's me, so he's not answering. Give me you're phone." Rachel said, storming over to Brody with her hand outstretched in front of her.
Brody groaned but handed her his phone. Rachel dialled Kurt's number on his phone but there was still no answer. She felt the build up of tears in her eyes as she remembered some of the awful things she said to Kurt. She didn't mean a word of it, but Kurt was being selfish, she doesn't ask for a lot.
Rachel threw the phone back to Brody, and kept trying on her own phone.
"Please can you at least try and call him please?" Rachel asked, getting irritated with Brody for just sitting there doing nothing.
Brody rolled his eyes, but listened to Rachel, and continuously redialled the number. No more than five minutes later, Brody's phone was connected.
"Rachel! I've got him." Brody said in a hushed tone to Rachel. She ran over to him as Brody put it on speaker phone.
"Kurt, Kurt! Where are you? I've been worried si-"
She was interrupted by someone cheering over the phone, then the sound of muffled crying.
"Fairy going to cry?" Another muffled cry.
Rachel tore the phone from Brody's phone and took it off speaker. She pressed the phone close to her ear so she could hear better.
"Kurt?" She asked carefully.
More cries, thudding and jeering was heard before Rachel couldn't take it anymore. She heard the raspy voice of her best friend, begging them to stop, she heard them laughing, a loud crack, the sound of footsteps, then silence.
"K-Kurt?" Rachel said, voice thick with tears. "Kurt, answer me!" She cried desperately.
Brody ran up to her side as she collapsed to the floor, phone clutched in her hand tightly, she brought it down to rest by her chest as she continued to mutter Kurt's name. She watched as Brody stood, put his coat on and grabbed his keys from the table. He walked briskly back over to Rachel and knelt in front of her, gripping his hands to her cheeks and using his thumb to wipe away the tears leaking down.
"I'm going to go and look, I've got my phone on me. Call me if he rings back, and I'll call if I see anything, okay?" Brody said, as Rachel nodded, he ran out of the apartment.
Rachel shakily stood up from where she was standing, and walked quickly over to their phone book on the kitchen counter. She looked under 'H' for Hummel, and dialled the house phone number.
"This is the Hudson-Hummel's place, we're not here, so leave a message." came Burt's gruff voice from the voicemail message. Why wasn't anyone answering? The beep came soon after, so she left a message.
"Burt, Burt it's Rachel. Something happened, I don't know what yet but me and Kurt had an argument, and he walked out and he hasn't come back. I tried calling him but he answered, and he sounded hurt. God Burt you need to get here now!" Rachel wasn't sure what exactly she shrieked down the phone, but she hoped it made enough sense for Burt to make out.
Rachel felt powerless afterwards, she couldn't leave in case Kurt or Brody came back, so instead she fell on top of the sofa, phone still held tightly in her hand, she lifts it to hear ear again after dialling the same number she has been for the past 10 minutes, and she started sobbing when again there is no answer. She keeps redialling, hoping, and praying Kurt would be okay.
There was a stranger in the night, rushing home to his wife in a desperate urge to save his marriage. He stops at the sound of low music echoing through the alleyway up ahead. At first he thinks nothing off it, but he would surely live to regret it if he just ignored it. He walks briskly through the dark path, feeling nervous. He sees a young boy, lying on the floor, unmoving. Blood seems to be coming out from everywhere on his body.
The stranger bends down and places the back of his hand on the side of the boy's neck, and finds a pulse, it's weak, but it's there nonetheless. The man freezes as the boy starts to choke, so the stranger gently rolled the boy into his side, wincing at the sound of a low crack. He looks on in shock as blood starts to leak from the boy's mouth onto the cold concrete below.
The man takes off his coat and wraps it around the cold boy. He shakily gets his phone out from the pocket and dials 911.
"Operator, what is you're emergency?"
"I need help. I think this boy's dying."
Pathetic chapter I know, but I'll try and update tomorrow.
