To Love Puck Means Never Changing
Rating: T
Chapter 8: Questions
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-/- That Night (Around 8:00pm) -\-
-/- Lemon -\-
-/- Time Skip: 2 Weeks -\-
"Puck, wake up!" Maia screamed as she pulled the blankets off me. "PUCK GET YOUR ASS OUT OF THAT BED RIGHT NOW!" 'Ugh what's wrong with her, she's been bitchy lately, kind of like Quinn was last year.' I thought as I opened my eyes and looked at her to find her scowling at me.
"Fine," I muttered as I got up and went to the chest of drawers that held my clothes, she was already dressed, and grabbed some clothes to get dressed.
-/- At Glee -\-
"So Maia, how were your last few days?" Mr. Schue asked as he looked at her. I walked up to her and sat down in one of the chairs near where she was standing.
"Great, I have a song I would like to sing, if it's all right with everyone," Maia replied quietly as she looked at Mr. Schue and then at me, before she looked at her bag that was sitting in a chair two chairs over from me. I moved to the seat right next to her bag.
"That sounds great; I hope it follows the assignment, to sing something that applies to your life," Schue stated as he looked at her and then moved to sit down. I watched her, and hoped that I didn't know what song she was going to sing.
"Oh believe me, it applies quite well," Maia replied as she moved toward the middle of the room and pointed Brad our piano man. "Minus the last two stanzas." She added to herself but I caught every word.
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Concrete Angel lyrics
She walks to school with the lunch she packed
Nobody knows what she's holding back
Wearing the same dress she wore yesterday
She hides the bruises with the linen and lace, oh
The teacher wonders but she doesn't ask
It's hard to see the pain behind the mask
Bearing the burden of a secret storm
Sometimes she wishes she was never born
Through the wind and the rain she stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place
Where she's loved concrete angel
Somebody cries in the middle of the night
The neighbors hear but they turn out the light
A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate
When morning comes it will be too late
Through the wind and the rain she stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place
Where she's loved concrete angel
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"There's another verse to that song," Artie stated after everyone had finished clapping. She looked ready to cry and I suddenly understood something about her. 'Her dad beats her when he's drunk, but he wasn't drunk when he cut up her back.' I thought to myself as she looked around with a lost expression.
"I know," Maia replied quietly as she came and sat down next to me, tears threatening to fall from her eyes. "But that last verse doesn't apply to me," Maia replied quietly before she buried her face in my chest, I felt two wet spots forming and I knew she was crying.
"All right… um… how about we end it for today?" Schue asked.
"Works," Maia muttered as she ran out the door of the room, bag swinging around her shoulder as she ran.
-/- Maia's P.o.V -\-
'They clapped, I can't believe they clapped.' I thought to myself as I got on my bike. "Stupid Puck, getting a detention," I muttered to myself as I rode home.
-/- At her House -\-
"So Maia, thought you could get away that easy?" Came a voice I had hoped to never hear again as I opened the door and walked into the house. I looked around, not seeing the man who had made my life hell since my mother had remarried and then 'died'.
"GO AWAY, I'LL CALL THE COPS!" I screamed as I put my hands in my blazer pocket and palmed both my cell phone and my knife in an attempt to gain some form of comfort.
"No you won't," The voice replied menacingly from a shadow in the direction of the kitchen as I continued to look around trying to figure out where my stepfather was. "You wouldn't dare."
"Don't try me," I barked as I pulled out my phone and dialed 911.
"You won't, because you can't," The voice taunted as I erased the number, he was getting in my head. "You'd go to jail as well, and you know it." I looked toward the kitchen before I dumped my bag on the couch and looked at my phone.
"GET OFF MY PROPERTY MICHAEL!" I exclaimed as I dialed the number again. 'He knows exactly how to get into my head, this needs to stop, he's wrong. He has to be wrong; he just has to be wrong.' I thought to myself as I looked into the kitchen.
"That's no way to talk to your father Maia," He retorted as he walked out of the shadows in the kitchen. 'YOU'RE NOT MY FATHER!' My mind screamed as I looked at him. I began to feel angry at everything and everyone.
"Fine. GET OFF MY FUCKING PROPERTY! DAD!" I screamed as I glared at him. He walked toward me, his hand in his pocket. 'Oh gods please tell me he doesn't have his knife on him.' I thought to myself as I continued to glare at him.
"No," He grunted as he walked to me and pulled out his pocket knife, "you deserve what you're getting. ALWAYS remember that."
"NOT ANYMORE. NOT ANYMORE!" I screamed as I backed toward the door and opened it before turning around and running out to my bike. I got on my bike and drove off as quickly as I could.
'How did nobody hear all the screaming?' I thought as I drove back to the school and back to where Puck was, Puck could protect me. A black car followed close behind me, making me very nervous that it was my step father.
"PUCK HURRY THE FUCK UP!" I screamed as he walked out of the school. He walked up to where I had pulled the bike onto the walkway that was right in front of the school.
"You look terrified, what's wrong babe?" He inquired as he grabbed the helmet out of the side pouch and put it on before he got on the bike behind me; he put a hand on my shoulder in what I guessed was an attempt to calm me down.
"My step dad found out where we live, he's drunk again, he also may have followed me here!" I exclaimed as I looked at the black car that had followed me. I felt my heart race and my head pound at the fact that my drunken tormenter had found out where we lived. 'What if he goes after Puck, what do I do then?' I asked myself as he pressed himself into me.
"What's gonna happen now?" He inquired as he wrapped his arms around me tightly. He squeezed me in what I guessed was an attempt to tell me that he would stay right where he was no matter how crazy stuff got.
"We… we're going home, there's no other option," I replied as I peeled out of the parking lot. "I… I can't call the cops on him Puck." I drove down the road, back down the familiar path to the house I shared with Puck.
"WHY NOT?" Puck demanded as his grip around my waist tightened. I felt like I was about to throw up, the black van following us as we drove.
"I'll explain when we get home dear," I replied as I drove down the road doing about 75. 'Thank god that the cops aren't around.' I thought as I pulled onto the road we lived on.
-/- 5 minutes later -\-
"Now why can't you call the cops?" He demanded as I parked the bike in the garage. Puck got off the bike, took his helmet off, put it in the side pouch. I got off the bike and put the kick stand down.
"If… if he goes to jail, I go to jail," I replied as we walked inside and closed the door behind us.
"How?" Puck asked as I locked the door to the garage. He pulled me to him after I walked back to him.
"Be… because of some of the shit I've done," I replied quietly as I looked at him. I felt tears prick at the corners of my eyes 'Can I really tell him?' "Puck, I fucked your dad, along with around 30 to 40 other people, both male and female."
But… you said…" He started.
"Eleven willingly, the others PAID my step dad," I replied as I felt the tears threaten to fall. 'I can't believe he isn't walking out the door right now' "He… was my pimp from the age of 14 up until right before we moved here.
"Everything will work out Maia," He whispered as he held me close to him. "Just please don't cry." The door opened.
"Maia, you really shouldn't leave your keys in your bike," My step father said as he slammed the door closed and looked at the two of us with a look that if looks could kill we'd both be dead a few times over.