I woke to the sound of shouting. I opened my eyes slowly seeing the sun shine through the windows. I waited until my eyes adjusted to the light before standing up. I had no memory of the night before, or where I was or what happened. I looked out the window and saw a couple on the street below arguing about something. I gave them a glare that they couldn't see and turned around to face the room. It surely wasn't my room. And then it clicked.
I was at… oh what was his name? Alex! That's it. I was at Alex's house in The Town. The conversation we had the night before played in my mind and I remembered everything. I made my way towards the door and stepped in the living room where Alex sat on the couch watching T.V. He looked up as I made my way to the chair.
"Hello, sleepy head." He said with a smile. I rubbed my eyes and gave a silent yawn.
"What time is it?" I asked with slight confusion.
"About 10 am. Did you sleep alright?" I nodded. "Well you must have because you've been asleep for twelve hours!"
"Yet I'm still dead tired," I responded groggily.
"I hate to break it to you, but you need to change. I'll let you borrow some of my clothing. We need to take you shopping and go to City Hall for you to become a resident." He said standing up and making his way to his bedroom. He returned with a pile of neatly folded clothes and handed them to me. The outfit was similar, if not exactly the same, as the Lederhosen I was already wearing.
I quickly showered and changed and we were out the door in no time. We made our way down the street to the local clothing shop. As we walked I could see clearer now that it was actually light outside, and I could take in the natural beauty of it all. We went through the doors and all I saw were outfits that were the same as mine.
"Why do you guys only wear Bavarian style clothing?" I asked. The last time I wore something the same as everyone else was at Dalton. It was crazy to think I would be doing that again.
"We aren't really sure actually," he said while pulling out clothes for me to try on. "No one really knows who first found The Town. Old legends say that it's been around for centuries and the woman who came here was from old Germany after her husband died. And she started it all as more people joined her. But that's just folklore."
I was surprised to hear that they didn't even know how The Town came to be. That no one had the chance to write it down or anything.
We found a few outfits that fit me better than the oversized Lederhosen I had on and walked out the store.
"Don't we need to pay for these?" I asked worried that we might get caught shoplifting.
"No worries. We don't have currency here so we just take whatever we need." He said continuing to walk.
"But where do you guys get the materials. You need to pay for the workers and everything."
"To tell you the truth, no one knows how everything comes. It just shows up. Out of nowhere. Again, there's some sort of magic in The Town that no one knows about. And no one works. Since there's no currency there's no need. We have people come from all backgrounds life. So the bartenders, the people at City Hall, everyone who does work are just volunteers. No one asked them to; they just stepped up and did it."
This was all to take in on my first full day here. The Town was strange and very different to the small town of Ohio, but it was something I had to get used to. We walked all the way through downtown before stopping in front of a tall and long building. It was by far the biggest of all of them and towered to the clouds.
We stepped inside. It wasn't really something to be excited about. It was like any other City Hall in America. Plain and simple. Boring. We walked to an open desk to see a young, blonde woman.
She looked up and gave us a chipper smile. "Hi Alex! Who's your friend?" She asked in a high pitched voice.
"This is Blaine. He just showed up last night." He said placing his hand on my shoulder blades.
"This is the best night of my life." I said, slurring my words. "It's the best night of my life." I said more deliberately. "I want to live here. I just want to live here and make art… and help people." We continued walking, all the while his hand on my back, sometimes making sure I didn't stumble and fall from my drunkenness.
"You could certainly help people make fire with your breath," he said laughing.
I missed his laugh so much. The way he held me.
"Blaine?" I looked up to see that the young woman was staring at me questionably.
"I'm sorry, what did you say?" I asked apologetically.
"I asked what brought you to The Town." She asked, concern washing over her face.
"I- my boyfriend-" I stopped. I didn't want to have a mental breakdown in front of complete strangers. She closed her eyes and nodded. As she opened them she reached over to lay her hand on my arm, giving me a sad, yet reassuring smile.
"Now, let's get you registered as a resident." She said, snapping back to her overly happy attitude.
She asked me questions about me. My birthday, height, weight, allergies, etc. We were out of there an hour later.
"So what do you say we celebrate your new citizenship with a beer?"
"I'm only eighteen," I said. I knew I could sneak in, like I did at Scandals, but I didn't feel like getting arrested on the first day.
"Don't you remember what I said last night? The laws are not enforced here. No one really cares what you do." He paused and gave out a sigh. It wasn't like a sad or annoyed sigh, but a sigh that was let out because of a memory or something good that passed his mind. "Besides, the law says you can drink when you're sixteen." He said with a smile.
Before I knew it I had a bottle of beer at a wood table across from the angel called Alex. The way he looked in the dim lights only made him look hotter.
"I'll be right back. I need to use the restroom." I nodded as he got up. As he turned he froze and slowly turned back around, his eyes wide. "Don't talk to anyone, alright?" He asked sternly. I nodded again, wondering what he saw. As he walked he had his head turned so he was looking directly at a group of people. When I looked at the table he was looking at I gasped.
It was the so called prostitutes. I sank in my chair, wishing I could disappear, remembering what Alex had said the night before. I thought for a few minutes. I couldn't handle it anymore. The emotions of Kurt's death washed over me, and a single tear fled from my eye. I quickly wiped it away as I stood up. I didn't care what happened, as long as it took away the pain of losing Kurt.
I walked over to the table to find five guys and two woman at the table, all dressed in black. They didn't wear Bavarian style clothing like everyone else. They reminded me of the bikers at home, with black leather jackets and pants, bandanas on their heads. I stood in front of a guy that was on the end. He noticed that everyone had stopped talking and turned to look at me.
"Look, I know that this probably isn't the way to do this but I know who you guys are." I paused. The look I was getting wasn't all that pleasant. It was a cross of anger, and confusion. I continued. I looked to the man in front of me. "I want you to use my body. I want- I want you to do whatever you want with me." The man looked at me in horror. He was a tall muscular man. Way bigger than I was ever going to be.
He looked to his friends. He stuttered and looked back to me. "I- I don't know kid. I really don't think that's a good idea. Maybe you can go with Sam or someone your size, but certainly not me."
One of the women piped up. "Come on Joe, you did it to me." She was a petite women, smaller than me at least.
"But, you even said so yourself, I hurt you." He said looking from me to her.
"Yeah? So? I could handle it and this kid doesn't mind. He's asking for it." The women said.
He sat there with his head resting on his hand, thinking. Finally he gave in.
"Fine, let's go to my place." He said standing up and grabbing by my wrist. I gasped in pain as his grip tightened. As he pulled me out of the bar, the pain went away. I realized that my fingers were purple from the grip, and my hand was indeed numb.
We walked a few blocks before reaching a small, one story place. He pushed the door open with such great force that I thought the door would go off its hinges. He dragged me inside. It was a one room house. The bed was at least queen size and a small painting of the May pole hung above it. That was all that was there. He picked up and threw me on the bed before falling on top of me.
"Kurt, I want you so bad. I want you."
He slowly unbuttoned my pants and slid off the Lederhosen my shoulders and threw everything on the floor. He unbuttoned my shirt to expose my chest. He did the same to himself. I sat there, wondering if it was too late to turn back. But I couldn't. I needed to take away the pain, and the only way to do that was to sell my body. He took my face in his hands.
"Look into my eyes." I did as I was told, looking into the deep brown eyes. Something came over me. I don't know what it was, some sort of dizziness and paralyzation.
He started to move my hands over me, kissing me softly and then with more force. I began to feel my arms and legs moving again, but I just laid there still. I let him have full control.
I don't know how long it had been. It must have been a few hours because it was dark outside. He stood up and put his clothes back on and threw mine onto the bed.
"Get changed." He said softly, but harshly.
I tried moving but everything hurt. My arms, legs, my head. I winced with every move I made. Just then the front door opened and I saw two men come in.
"Come on Joe, let me have a chance. We can't give you all the fun." They said laughing, clearly drunk.
I froze. What had I gotten myself into? I was now not only an item, I was a toy. The men threw themselves at me and I did nothing but lay there and take it. The two men were rougher than Joe. I felt tears fall on my cheeks.
"Don't you think now is the time to be adventurous?"
Kurt was gentler with our first time. Giving soft kisses all over my skin. Only when I moaned with excitement that he became rough. But, it was an amazing feeling being with the person I loved.
This was a totally different experience.
They all took turns, one after the other, until they grew too tired and slept on the floor, leaving me to lay naked on the bed with a sheet pulled up to my neck.
I couldn't sleep past the pain that I still felt, that was still growing. Soon it was morning, and more men showed up. Even women came to get a little something.
It was days before they finally allowed me to have food and water and to rest. I had grown skinny and tired. My ribs shown through the skin with no effort on my part, my eyes sunken in with dark black circles under them.
With each step I took I winced. The pain was unbearable. But somehow, it all took my mind off Kurt, and the emotional pain.
"I wish you were doing this to me Kurt. I so wish you were here." I said to nothing. The men had left, going to the bar or something, leaving me alone to think. I sat on the floor and brought my knees to my chest and cried. I thought that this would help get rid of the emotional pain I felt for Kurt. But everything I did nowadays only reminded me of him.
"I need you Kurt. You are everything I need." I said as the sobs racked through my body.
I lifted my hand and saw something shiny on the ground. I slowly stood up, wishing I didn't need to, and limped across the room to where it laid. It was a knife that one of the men had left behind. I pondered for a few minutes. I couldn't stay here. I couldn't just leave. I would have nowhere to go and hide. They would find me eventually and do who- knows- what to me. I settled on a decision.
"I'm coming Kurt. I'll be there before you know it, and you won't have to be worried about being alone."
I brought the knife up to my neck feeling the cold blade against my skin.
"Here I come."
I am just that horrible, I know. I tried not to make this so incredibly graphic, so I really hope it's decent quality. So the next chapter I put up will be the last. I'm having major writer's block and can't think of anything else to do in The Town except for Blaine to be raped… and I'm pretty sure you don't want chapter after chapter of that kind of pain… and i don't either... so… You're welcome. :) Don't worry, I already know exactly how I want to end it, so you won't have to wait long.
Thank you all for your reviews and kind words. You truly encourage me so much, and I greatly appreciate it.