"No dad, please!"Blaine attempted to mumble through the cloth that had been tied around his mouth.
Another kick. Another scream. The porcelein skinned boy lay mishapen and tangled on the floor of his basement.
"PLEASE! Hurt me, not him" Blaine screamed when he had managed to rid the cloth and un tie the ropes that had been before biting at the skin on his wrists.
But the man he felt disgraced to call his dad did not stop.
Another kick to the head. No scream.
Each kick that was distrubuted was followed by no scream. Not anymore. Blaine could feel the fear building up inside him and the ropes on his legs restrained him from reaching the boy that lay tangled in his limbs.
CRACK!
Another bone shattered. This was wrong.
"THATS WHAT YOU GET FOR BEING A FAG! OH DONT YOU WORRY BLAINE I PLAN ON FINISHING YOU BOTH OFF!" his fathers evil laughter echoed across the vast area of the basement.
At that, the porcelein boy was pulled up by his hair, causing a silent tear from Blaine, and slammed back down onto the ground hard.
Blaine felt so angry. He ripped the ropes from his legs and ran, landing a puch at his fathers face.
The man fled from the room and Blaine fell to his knees, the boy infront of him surrounded in a crimson red liquid spilling from his head.
No. Not Kurt. Not his beautiful, perfect Kurt. Not the meaning of his existance. He was losing him, he just knew it...
No pulse. No life left in the body that lay limp infront of him.
His reason for life. His world. His lover. His best friend on the planet. His partner in life. The one who held him when he was sad and kissed his tears away. Who always knew exactly what to say. Simply. Gone.