~I am so sorry! I had this chapter done on Wednesday! But I came down with the flu and I was stuck bed for days! So please forgive me!~
Disclaimer: I own no one. Song is Beat It by Michael Jackson.
Warnings: Attempted suicide, cursing, violence.
"Guys, we have some bad news." He replied.
My heart immediately stopped.
"Everyone," Came Ms. Pillsbury's soft voice, "Saturday night David Karofsky tried to take his own life. He is in the hospital under watch."
Kurt and Blaine had told me everything Dave had done; beating and harassing Kurt, kissing him, being expelled for threatening Kurt's life, and the whole Prom ordeal. I never once met him because he now goes to Thurston High School.
"Oh my God. This is all my fault." Kurt said, tears streaming down his face.
"No, no, no," Blaine pulled him into his arms, "It's no one's fault."
"Blaine's right Kurt. No one possibly could have know Dave was going to do something like this." Mr. Schue said.
"I have to go see him, right now."
"What about school, Kurt?" Tina asked.
Kurt stood, grabbed his shoulder bag, "This is more important."
"I don't want you to go alone." Blaine stated, standing as well.
"I really don't think Dave will want to see you Blaine."
He's right. Dave liked Kurt and seeing Kurt's boyfriend. . .would be disastrous.
"I'll go." I said. I don't know why, but I wanted to go.
"Jeff I can't ask you to skip school." Kurt said.
I stood up and walked over to him.
"You didn't ask me. I volunteered." I smiled and so did he.
"Emma and I won't say anything just don't let any other teachers see you. Especially Sue."
"Thanks Mr. Schue." Kurt smiled and we left school. We went in my car, because Kurt was in no condition to drive. He held my hand as I drove and even as we walked into the hospital.
Kurt was just about shaking as we approached Dave's room.
"I - I think I need to talk with him alone first."
"Alright," I nodded, "I'll be here."
He hugged me tight.
"Thank you Jeff."
He walked into the room, closing the door behind him.
I sat down in a hard white plastic chair outside of the room for nearly an hour before the door opened and Kurt ushered me inside.
Dave was a big guy, not with fat, but with muscle, his face looked so innocent, like a little child's. He was hooked up to a few machines, and had a dark purple ring around his neck.
"Hi." He said nervously.
"Hello, my name is Jeffrey Sterling."
He nodded, "Dave, Dave Karofsky."
Kurt looked back and forth between us and stood, "Well I'm going to grab a cup of coffee while you two get acquainted."
Soon it was just the two if us in the room.
"Not to sound like an ass, but why did come to see me? You don't even know me."
I slowly walked over and sat down in chair beside his bed.
"I don't know," I replied honestly, "I guess I just know what it feels like. To feel alone, like you have no one."
"Well I'm sure Kurt has filled you in all about me, so tell me your story."
I did just that. I told him everything that happened in the parking garage, about me and Nick; everything.
"So, I just know how you felt Dave. I was betrayed by my friends, I had no one and for a while I wondered what it would be like if I just didn't live anymore." I was in tears by then.
"I'm sorry that happened." He said truthfully.
I shook my head, "Don't worry about it. I'm fine now. I have some pretty awesome friends. But I want you to promise me something."
"Okay."
"Next time you feel. . .low I want you to call me." I grabbed a pin and notepad from the bedside table, and scribbled my number down.
"I will. Thank you."
"No problem."
We spent hours talking about everything. We talked about movies, books, music. Kurt came in and out of the room throughout the day. Finally his dad came to get him around 1:30. Burt was still a little nervous about Kurt being around Dave.
"Can I ask you something?" Dave asked.
"Of course, anything."
"Do. . .do you think I'm. . .fat and ugly?"
"No way! You are a big guy Dave, but with muscle, and you're handsome. Why would you ask me something like that?"
He shrugged his shoulders.
I layed a hand on his arm, "Talk to me Dave. You promised."
"I was at Scandal's on Saturday and I asked this guy how I could get a guy to like me and he said I was fat and ugly and I would just end up alone."
"Aw Dave don't think that way. You need to stop listening to people like that."
"I know that now." He smiled.
I grinned, "Good."
"I won't ever listen to Sebastian again."
My heart lurched.
"Wait, who is this guy?"
"He's always Scandals. I used to like him, admire him even. He's real cute, and he has so much confidence. I wish I did."
"What's his name again?"
"Sebastian. . .Smith? Smeeve?"
"Smythe?"
"Yeah, that's his name," He smiled sadly, "You know him?"
I stood, "I am really sorry Dave, but I have to go. Text or call me whenever."
"Will you come see me again?" He asked hopefully.
"How about tomorrow after school?"
"Sounds great," He smiled, "See you soon."
"Bye." I ran from the room. Once inside my car I sent a text to Smythe. I have every Warbler's number; in fact we all have each other's numbers in case one of us missed something important.
We need to talk. . .NOW!
Meet me at the parting garage, Blondie :)
I ignored all speed limits on my way to the parking garage. It was pretty dark inside the place, minus a few dull lights hanging from the ceiling.
"Sterling," I heard and turned around to face Sebastian. He was wearing his Dalton blazer. "What an honor. Now tell me what reason you have to grace me with your presence today?"
"You are just the most horrible person I have ever met!"
"Thank you," He stepped closer to me, "I really enjoyed singing Smooth Criminal with you. So much, that I would like to sing with you again."
"No, I don't have time for this!" I stepped far away from him.
He looked at me for the longest time before he began singing.
[Sebastian]
They Told Him Don't You Ever Come Around Here
Don't Wanna See Your Face, You Better Disappear
The Fire's In Their Eyes And Their Words Are Really Clear
So Beat It, Just Beat It
Ugh! Really?
[Jeff]
You Better Run, You Better Do What You Can
Don't Wanna See No Blood, Don't Be A Macho Man
You Wanna Be Tough, Better Do What You Can
So Beat It, But You Wanna Be Bad
We stepped back a few feet and slowly circled each other before we began singing together.
[Both]
Just Beat It, Beat It, Beat It, Beat It
No One Wants To Be Defeated
Showin' How Funky Strong Is Your Fight
It Doesn't Matter Who's Wrong Or Right
Just Beat It, Beat It
Just Beat It, Beat It
Just Beat It, Beat It
Just Beat It, Beat It
His smile creeped me out. It looked like he was about to jump on me and rape me.
They're Out To Get You, Better Leave While You Can
Don't Wanna Be A Boy, You Wanna Be A Man
You Wanna Stay Alive, Better Do What You Can
So Beat It, Just Beat It
We were far apart from one another again. Turning our backs to one another we walked backwards till our bodies touched.
You Have To Show Them That You're Really Not Scared
You're Playin' With Your Life, This Ain't No Truth Or Dare
They'll Kick You, Then They Beat You,
Then They'll Tell You It's Fair
So Beat It, But You Wanna Be Bad
I was completely going on anger and frustration. I kept thinking about poor Dave laying in the hospital and Blaine having to go through surgery. It was all Sebastian's fault.
Just Beat It, Beat It, Beat It, Beat It
No One Wants To Be Defeated
Showin' How Funky Strong Is Your Fight
It Doesn't Matter Who's Wrong Or Right
Sure, it was Sebastian that did the rock salt slushie, but the others, Nick, went with it.
Just Beat It, Beat It, Beat It, Beat It
No One Wants To Be Defeated
Showin' How Funky Strong Is Your Fight
It Doesn't Matter Who's Wrong Or Right
Just Beat It, Beat It, Beat It, Beat It, Beat It
We suddenly spun around, our left legs out, the tip of my converse resting against his black leather Dalton uniform shoe. I grabbed his left wrist and we held on tightly to one another. We imitated the Beat it video and pretended we had switch blades. We would dodge each others attacks. All the while we went in a slow circle.
Beat It, Beat It, Beat It, Beat It
No One Wants To Be Defeated
Showin' How Funky Strong Is Your Fight
It Doesn't Matter Who's Wrong Or Right
The lyrics of the song are completely true. It doesn't matter who is wrong or right. We just need to put aside our differences.
Just Beat It, Beat It, Beat It, Beat It
No One Wants To Be Defeated
Showin' How Funky Strong Is Your Fight
It Doesn't Matter Who's Wrong Or Who's Right
The rest of the song we threw our hands up in the air, moved from side to side, kicked out our legs, and spun around.
Just Beat It, Beat It, Beat It, Beat It
No One Wants To Be Defeated
Showin' How Funky Strong Is Your Fight
It Doesn't Matter Who's Wrong Or Right
No matter how hard I tried to keep my distance from Smythe, he was always stuck on me like glue.
Just Beat It, Beat It, Beat It, Beat It
No One Wants To Be Defeated
Showin' How Funky Strong Is Your Fight
It Doesn't Matter Who's Wrong Or Right
Just Beat It, Beat It
Beat It, Beat It, Beat It
"That was fun." He panted, "And hot. I'm really turned on right now."
Breathing hard I asked, "Why? Why do you screw up everyone's lives?" I yelled ignoring his comment. I couldn't help it. I've kept my hatred towards Smythe inside for long enough.
"It's what I do best. It's fun." He smirked, "And besides now that you kicked Duval to the curb I can have you all to myself." He was close to me.
My body suddenly got boiling hot and before I knew what was happening I threw my fist back and hit him as hard as I could.
He fell to the ground clutching his nose, blood seeped threw his fingers.
Oh my Gosh! I just punched Sebastian Smythe. I've never been violent in my entire life! I have always been the peacekeeper.
I bent down to my knees, "Oh my gosh, Sebastian! I'm sorry! I'm so. . ." Before I could finish my apology Sebastian flung himself at me, sending me flying backwards. We landed on a heap on the concrete floor. The back of my head hit the ground hard and Smythe was on top of me and he punched me hard on my left cheek. He hit me again and again.
Finally I got over my shock and pushed him off of me and hit him again, this time in the eye. I got a few more punches in before he took control again. He was straddling my waist, fist thrown back, preparing to hit me again.
"Wait!" I cried.
He did, surprisingly.
"I'm sorry I hit you. I shouldn't have done that," Tears were falling down my face, "It's just. . .How do you do it Sebastian?" I asked.
"Well I usually top," He smirked and grinded his hips on me slightly. It made me sick.
"How you do hurt so many people and sleep at night?"
Before he could talk I continued.
"You were at Scandal's Saturday night," I stated, "And a boy name Dave Karofsky asked you for advice."
He thought for a moment, "Oh yes him. He asked me how he could get a date. How pathetic."
"You are biggest jerk I have ever met," I yelled, "That night you destroyed what little confidence he had left. He went home and put on his Sunday's best and tried to hang himself in his closet. Thank God his dad came home from work early just in time to save him!"
Sebastian's signature smirk fell the tiniest bit.
"Is he. . . .?"
"He'll be okay. He was scared Sebastian. He was coming to the terms of being gay, and he was being bullied at school and you saying what you did to him was the last straw. He couldn't take it anymore."
"I never meant to. . ." He slid off of me.
I nodded, "He's at the hospital. You should go see him in a day or two and apologize. I'll go with you."
Sebastian shook his head, "I will, on Saturday. I promise."
"Okay then, I guess I'll just head home. Goodbye Sebastian." I walked away and to my car. I didn't even look at my injuries, instead drove home.
Unlocking the door I dragged my aching body inside.
"Jeffrey, your school just called me and said you weren't in any of your. . .Oh my God!" My dad rushed over to me, cupping my face. I guess I looked worse than I thought I did.
"Tell me what happened." He demanded.
"It's a long, long story dad. I'll tell you after I take a shower. . .and have some tea."
He gave me a sad smile and kissed the top of my head. He stopped and rubbed the back of my head. I winced.
"You have bump on your head."
"Yeah." I didn't know what to say.
"Leave the bathroom door unlocked. I don't want you passing out in there and I can't get to you."
"Yes sir."
Inside the bathroom I finally looked at myself in the mirror. I did look pretty bad. I had a busted lip with blood running down my chin, a huge bruise on my cheek bone, and one on my jaw line, and I could feel a huge bump on the back of my head. I knew I had more bruises down my body, like on my stomach and ribs.
After my 30-minute shower I threw on some black basketball shorts and a white T-shirt and walked downstairs to find my dad pouring me a steaming hot cup of tea. I love this man.
I sat down beside him at the island and explained everything.
"I'm going to call the headmaster of Dalton and get this Sebastian expelled."
"No," I groaned, "I think everything will be just fine now."
"Jeffrey, have you looked in the mirror lately?" He slightly joked.
Chuckling, I took a sip of my tea.
"You should see him."
"This isn't funny Jeffrey, you could have gotten seriously hurt."
"Like I said before; you should see him."
He laughed, "Did you get him good?"
"Sure did." I sipped more tea.
"Well just try to stay away from this boy. I don't you getting hurt anymore."
"Okay. I think I'm going to go read and go to bed. I'm exhausted."
"Come read in the living room so I can keep an eye on you. That bumps worries me. I think I should just take you to hospital. Just to be sure."
"I'm fine dad."
"Tell me if you feel dizzy or like you are going to faint."
"I promise."
I headed upstairs and got Harry Potter and the Goblet of fire, I have read all of seven of them about ten times or more, no lie, and came back downstairs and curled up on the couch. Duke jumped up and layed across on my body. I have gotten used to reading, writing, listening to music, watching T.V., and even sleeping with Duke laying on me.
My dad kept me up until midnight. Finally he helped me up and dragged me to my room where I was asleep before my head hit the pillow.
The first thing I thought of when I awoke the next morning was; how am I going to explain my face to New Directions?
~I am already working on the next chapter! Sorry once again for making y'all wait so long!~
