PLEASE DON'T PELT ME WITH ROTTEN FRUIT! OKoKok, my computer died.. like shot itself inthe hard drive and went out in a Flame. I WENT THE WHOLE SUMMER WITHOUT A COMPUTER! But I got it finally got it a new computer and paid my new savior to savvage what he could off my old and put on my new. AND here i am. God i am so sorry. I just how i didn't lose any of u. I bet i did. but that ok. I write for myself, so even if i did lose al of you, i would keep posting... Ranting done...
Kurt could see into in the room, he could see the bed. He threw up in his mouth. But the only visible sign was his bruised Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed it back down.
The TV was positioned for the Judge's viewing, but the lawyers and the two emotionally worn boys could see as well. But everyone else could hear.
And at that moment the only sign that the tape was playing was some banging coming from outside room. But it was soon accompanied by a throat groan coming from a very aroused Kurt.
Kurt looked away, he had lived through it once what was the fucking point to doing it again? Puck glanced as the teen's eyes darted to wall and he watched him, and his reaction to the sounds.
Creaking bed, happy moans and wet smacks of normal heath teenage sexual relationships, but it took a very, very, bad turn.
It took that turn way too fast; the whole thing was way too fast. Macintosh was still registering what she was watching at Kurt screamed, "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"
"Turn it off, "Macintosh demanded, but it was too late, the hairs on everybody's neck stood up.
The bodies on the bed started to struggle and the creaking picked up an unforgiving pace
The clerk reached for the remote but ended up it was knocking to the floor. The back fell off, the batteries scattered over the highly polished floors.
Kurt chewed over his tongue and his eyes began to water, but he held back those fucking tears. So hard that it made is eye blood shot.
New directions stared horrified at Kurt, at the boy as they listened to him screech, "Get the FUCK OFF me you LUG!"
The clerk's short non-existing nails were no help with picking up the batteries.
Kurt flinched at his shirt was ripped open. Everyone did. Even Thomas. The recorded Kurt cried at flopped about the bed as he struggled. Everyone had goosebumps and many gasped at the sound of bone breaking. It sounded to clean, like one solid snap.
That's when the clerk was able to pause the video.
"Well" Macintosh cleared her throat and also the silence. "We will continue the examination of this new evidence in my chambers; the court will take a short recess." The gavel rapped but it didn't resolve anything.
The bailiff escorted Puck back to his holding cell, but the teen kept staring over his shoulder at Kurt.
Kurt watched Puck as he stared at him, and it didn't feel the same as all the others he was getting.
The others' burned at him, waiting for a break down, expecting it. Morbidly needing it to happen to make any kind of sense. But not Puck's. He was seemed confident in Kurt's ability to keep his cool. He was just staring because... because he didn't want to look anywhere else.
Kurt smiled at him weakly, and Puck returned it as the door was closed behind him.
Burt walked toward his son. He looked like he wanted to say something. And as Kurt made eye contact with him, he opened his mouth to comfort his boy. But Kurt's gaze dropped, his chin pointed to the side. Turning away from his father's lovingly intentions. Burt sadly closed his mouth.
Macintosh re-watched the whole thing, stopping the tape only when the laptop went flying into a wall.
Steck was shell shocked, and disturbed, but he knew he had won the case.
Thomas knew he was royally screwed but he didn't stop swinging, " See your honnor, " I should kill you."-"
"After Mr. Hummel was brutally raped!" Macintosh wanted to laughed at the guy, " I'm throwing out the case. We will address the courtroom." The judge gathered some papers and glanced in Thomas' direction, "The action of yourself and the late Judge Green prior of yesterday will be taken under investigation."
Thomas couldn't say he was surprised.
Macintosh held her hands and rested her elbows on her desk, "Mr. Thomas I will make sure you are punished by the harshest legal measures." She said sweetly.
Everyone was re-gathered in the courtroom. The courtroom... it had become too familiar with everyone.
Puck was rubbing his thumb into you palm so hard that both were white. He was channelling everything into that pressure so he won't feel the pressure of the stares and the cool steel still around his wrist.
Everyone rose and sat down like an army doing basic drill, like they have been doing it forever, sure felt like forever.
Judge Macintosh sat down and smiled at Puck before she addressed the courtroom, told them it was over, that the charges were dropped and they were free to go...
Puck stared at her as the handcuff came off. Could it really be over just like that? No because it would never be over for him.
( KGIORBV (( what happens isn't important. It`s best to not see how he changes.. Because i don`t think I could write it... Yeah so LETS DO THE TIME WARP TONIGHTTT)SJKLGNO`W )
His eyes opened, dully, as he stared, emptily, at Puck's bedroom wall. The nightmares he was having, the graphic, sexual, violent, murderous replays He was having, used to make Him wake up screaming. But now he just opened up his eyes, dully.
Brenda called Puck down for breakfast, but He came down stares plugging his earbuds before He could say hello.
He always had music playing, he wasn't listening to it, at least not all the time, but it was a good barrier. His music taste changed, he started playing the heaviest of mental, that stuff made the best barriers.
He started paddling his cornflakes around the bowl waiting for them to get soggy before eating didn`t really like eating. But what he didn`t realize the longer he postponed his consumption the more likely this was going to happen.
His mother pulled out a lodged in earplug with a small yank, "Puck, are you going to work today."
Brenda stopped calling her son Noah, he didn't respond to it anymore. It wasn`t his name, not anymore. He barely responded to Puck. It was more out of habit, then registering that he was being call.
But maybe he was Puck. A better Puck, a Puck that worked. Not one that had a job kind of worked, but functioned. Mechanically functioned, not emotionally.
He grumbled what it felt like a yes and stuffed the headphone back into his ear.
Puck had come home from Los Vega`s but he dead once he got home. Home had so radically changed, that Puck wasn`t able to change with it. Puck was so out of place in the same situations, but with different circumstances, different thoughts, different feeling, differently everything. But Lima, everything was so painfully the same.
Puck couldn`t deal. Puck didn`t, Puck died, and He (Whoever he may fucking be. Maybe he wasn`t anyone, just a stand-in, whatever) was lift behind in his place.
He did Puck`s summer job, as a pool cleaner... but he couldn`t do all of Puck`s duties. Oh, he tried to please all of his consumers. But even with their MILF lips wrapped around his youthful cock... it just couldn`t happen.
He tried doing it himself, nothing. It dove him mad for the first few days, he kept trying, finally giving up on getting up, when he gave himself a rash.
Puck`s consumers stopped calling him as frequently as they had last summer... so He also got another job. He couldn`t just sit at home.
Being home would kill even him. And He wasn`t sure he was alive.
I KNOW I KNOW EVIL CHIFF HANGER! But i promise not to drop off the face of the earth of this time. *~*