Hey Everybody! Hahha. Just saying, this is going to be the second time i`ve written chapter 7. I finished the whole thing yesterday and went to bed, came back today, re-read it... Then i was like `Fuck this shit i have a better idea`lol. so yeahhh!
Enjoy!
Kurt sat on his bed, talking on the phone with Rachel. She was driving with Finn, heading to the airport for the trip to New York. She chattered on excitedly, and Kurt just smiled, listening. He was very, very disappointed he couldn`t go with them, but after missing rehersals for so long, he couldn`t. He was alone in the house, as Blaine had left to go get Kurt and himself some coffee from the lima bean, and Carole and Burt were off at their respective workplaces.
`Oh, we`re here! I`ll call you when i`m there, Kurt! I`ll make sure to bring you back something! I`ll miss you so much! Love you!`
`Love you too, Rachel. Tell that to `Cedes too.`
`Of course! Bye!`
The phone clicked off with a dull tone, and he locked his iPhone, placing it on the table next to him. He sighed, getting up out of his bed and crawled up the stairs. His stomach rumbled and he walked into the kitchen. He walked to the cupboard, grabbing a bowl and pulled it out. He closed it and turned around, then screamed, dropping it, causing it to shatter all over the floor.
His face paled, his body shook intensely. He began to mumble absolute nonsense as tears poured from his eyes. This couldn`t be happening. No. NO.
His back door was broken open, hanging from the hinges.
And right before his eyes was his new worst nightmare.
Dave.
Blaine hummed to himself, waiting in the line-up at the Lima Bean. He checked his phone and saw he`d been gone for a half hour. He looked ahead and saw that there were only two more people ahead of him. He smiled to himself, happy he`d be able to start heading home to his love soon.
Just a little bit longer.
`Well, fairy boy, this is where you`ve been hiding. Haven`t seen you at school. I missed you.`
Kurt felt his stomach roll and his eyes stayed wide, like he was about to be shot. And with Dave, who knows?
`D-D-Da... Wh... What... What do you w-want... Why are... Why are you...`
Dave smiled, a smile of sheer insanity. His eyes were bloodshot, like he hadn`t slept in days. He stepped towards Kurt who clambered backwards, shivering.
`Well, you see Kurt baby,`Kurt covered his mouth, nearly throwing up at hearing him say his name, `I wasn`t finished with you yet. There`s sooo much more I could DO with you...`
Kurt`s tears streamed down his face, shaking his head as he neared.
`N...No... No... Please, No... NO MORE!`
He reached behind him, and thank heavens he felt the knife holder. He whipped one out, swinging towards him. He cut Dave`s chest, and Dave screamed, keeling over. Kurt bolted towards the front door, and Dave growled. He grabbed a pan off the counter and whipped it at him. It hit the back of Kurt`s head and he screeched and fell to the ground. The impact caused his vision to blur, the room spinning around him. He felt blood fall from his nose due to hitting the tile floor,and the last thing he heard was Dave laughing as he picked him up, carrying him out the back door.
Blaine strolled up the walkway, holding two coffees in hand. He opened the door, kicking it closed behind him, and from here he could see the back door, open and broken. He raised an eyebrown in confusion and walked up the steps to the living room. The coffees fell from his hands as he saw a pan, as well as all the blood all over the tile floor, and more of it trailing from there into the kitchen. He ran in and saw the broken glass, and a blood-stained knife sitting in a pool of blood. There was a note on the kitchen table.
He picked it up, shaking. It was written in blood.
GOT HIM.
Blaine shook his head. Tears fell from his eyes and he whipped out his phone, calling 911.
`Hello, Emergency line, what is your emergency.`
`H-Hi, my name is B-Blaine Anderson; My boyfriend was k-kidnapped!`
Blaine sat on the couch, crying while answering questions to the police, and Carole and Burt were home as well, both crying and holding one another. They hadn`t told Finn yet; they couldn`t. The phones remained off while on the plane, and he needed to focus on the competition.
`You weren`t here when it took place?`
`No, I was getting coffee for he and I...`
`And you and this boy are dating?`
Blaine looked him in the eye.
`Yes.`
The police officer pursed his lips and nodded.
`... I see. Well, we`ll do all we can.` He turned away, and both Blaine and Burt just stared at him. Blaine`s tears halted.
`Excuse me?`
The police officer turned around.
`Yes?`
`A boy was just kidnapped, and could be currently getting tortured, or raped, for a SECOND time in a month! He could be DEAD, and all you say is we`ll do all we can? That`s not your job, your job is to do everything and anything to save people!`
The police officer, opening his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by a deep voice from behind.
`Is that really what you said, Officer?`
He turned around, only to see the Head of Office behind him. He blinked, then slowly nodded. He glared down at him, holding out his hand.
`Badge.`
`W-What?`
`You heard me. The boy is right, and he said it in the best way possible; without trying to harm you. If I hire you as a Police Officer, it becomes your duty to keep everyone in our region safe, no matter what the gender, sexuality, or race.`
The former police officer glared back at the boy, handing over his badge, beginning to walk out. The Head Of Office called out behind him.
`I`ll need that uniform drycleaned and folded on my desk tomorrow.`
He got no response as the door slammed shut. The man turned to him, smiling, holding out his hand to Blaine, and then Burt.
`The name`s Thomas Bye. Call me Thomas. I heard the severity of the case and headed down. I apologise for the show of homophobia from one of my own officers; it`s hard to pick em`out when you first meet em`.`
Blaine weakly smiled nodding. Thomas smiled down at him.
`Trust me, I`ve got nothing against you. My son is gay.`
Blaine smiled, a bit stronger, but it fell.
`Sir-um, Thomas... Is Kurt going to be okay..? He`s everything and more to me, I couldn`t live with myself if he... he...`
Thomas smiled, putting a hand on his shoulder.
`I`ve got my techs at work getting blood samples from the knife. We`re sure that it`s Dave`s blood, because we found Kurt`s DNA on the handle. I think he retaliated in self defense after Dave broke in. The pan has Kurt`s DNA on it as well, but Dave`s on the handle; we also found Kurt`s hair on the back of the pan and some in his blood. So we`re thinking that Dave threw that at him to keep him from running. There`s also Dave`s DNA all over the door, so we know that was him. We think we have a good idea as to what has happened here; now we just gotta find out where he`s gone. We already called up one of his friends; boy named Azimio.`
Blaine nodded.
`And?`
`Well, we asked him if Dave ever went anywhere by himself to think. Somewhere that not many people went; but he didn`t know anything. So we`re going to go talk to his mother and father soon and see. But trust me, we`ll work as fast as we can to find out where he`s taking him. I promise.`
Blaine smiled through his tears, nodding. Thomas turned around, asking the techs if they finished the sampling, and once they nodded, asked them to hire a cleaning crew, and call up a furnishing company for a new door. They went right at it, and Thomas turned around, smiling.
`I`ll pay for all of it. Don`t worry. You`ll have your boy back.`
They all watched them leave, the techs mumbling that the crew would be here in an hour to clean and refurbish the door. Blaine sat down on the couch, looking at his hands. Carole walked up to him and he looked up. She opened her arms and he flew up and into them, holding her tightly. He cried into her arms, he couldn`t do anything.
He didn`t save him.
Again.
`N...Nnngh...`
Kurt`s eyes fluttered open weakly. He gasped as a small wisp of light hit his face, his head pounding. Where was he...? What happened?
`Have a good beauty sleep, princess?`
His eyes shot open, memories flashing back to him. He looked around at all angles, not knowing where it came from. He tried to stand, but suddenly realized his he was chained on his knees by his ankles and wrists; there was also one around his neck. He also realized he was naked, and he began to quiver. He started to tear up again and he heard sick, horrid laughter.
`Oh you cry every time something happens to you. You`re such a little baby.`
`Please, let me go.. Where am I? What are you going to do to me?`
Crack.
He felt nothing at first, just a pushing sensation. But suddenly it burned all across his back. His voice cracked out from his throat in an ear-splitting scream as the pain from the whip hit him at full force. He felt it again, and again, and again, followed by that haunting laughter.
`I`m going to teach you a lesson, faggot.`
Crack.
`WHY? W-WHAT HAVE I DONE TO Y-YOU?`
`You were born.`
Crack.
Kurt screamed, begged, pleaded for him to stop, and it did for but a moment. He was suddenly blindfolded and he continued crying, his tears causing the dirty, smelly cloth to become watery. He felt fingers being pushed in his mouth, forcing it open, and he felt Dave`s dick in his mouth suddenly. He cried, coughing and gagging at the sudden intrusion and he felt a paddle hit his ass. He screamed around Dave`s cock, who moaned at the vibrating sensation.
`Suck, or i`ll do it again. And do it like you mean it.`
Kurt cried, but obeyed; he couldn`t stand the pain. Dave started thrusting into Kurt`s mouth who just took it, crying hard. Suddenly he felt it; that warm, hot, sticky substance burst into his mouth. He pulled back and spat it onto the ground and felt himself get slapped in the face with a leather strip. He screamed, and heard Dave growl angrily.
`No, no, no Kurt. You have to swallow. Spitting is forbidden.`
Kurt just hung his head, crying still. Why did God do this to him? Why did God hate him so much?
He felt something suddenly shoved up his ass, and he screamed out, earning him a whip on the back. He screamed again, crying as he felt blood trickle down his back. He felt the base of the object hit his ass, and he knew it was a butt plug. He cried from the intense pain; he still wasn`t healed from last time. He chocked on his spit as he felt Dave`s hand wrap around his cock and begin pumping. He cried, trying to get away, but he couldn`t; he was only slapped across the face with the belt.
Dave laughed, going faster, and felt Kurt becoming hard.
`You like it don`t you, faggot?`
`NO! PLEASE, STOP IT!`
`You say that, but that`s not what your body says.`
Kurt cried loudly, screaming.
`No.. P-please... Ohh... NO, DON`T, PLEASE! STOP!`
Dave ignored his cries, continuing his ministrations. Kurt felt a warm feeling bubble up within him, and screamed out, bursting onto Dave`s hand. He felt Dave`s hand move away and push onto Kurt`s face. He rubbed his semen into his face, and Kurt tried to move, but was hit with the leather belt.
`Feel that Kurt? FEEL THAT? You`re a horrible boyfriend. You just cheated on your boyfriend; getting off from another man. You`re sickening. You`re so sickening.`
Kurt shook his head, trying not to believe it, but the laughter and the words filled his head.
He cheated on Blaine.
He cheated on Blaine.
He cheated on Blaine.
Kurt sat there, tears still falling, but he knew, he was nothing now. Blaine was going to leave him if he found out what he did.
He was going to be alone.
Without Blaine.
And he was nothing without Blaine.
He heard Dave walking around, picking up something. These sounds registered into Kurt`s brain but all thoughts were fuzzy as he hung his head and cried to himself. g
He was nothing.
Blaine sat on Kurt`s bed, curled up in his sheets, just smelling him. He had stopped crying about an hour ago, after about four hours of it. He heard his phone go off, and he looked at it, and saw Kurt`s name; Kurt Blackbird. His eyes widened and he checked the message.
Kurt Blackbird: I didn`t know your boyfriend could be so dirty, Anderson. Man, can he scream.
Blaine felt his body catch fire and he wanted to scream, to throw his phone, to destroy everything and anything that was Dave Karofsky. Instead he ran upstairs and called the police with Burt and Carole. Thomas was there under twenty minutes later, and took Blaine with him to the police station.
They walked in, and walked past the back doors and into a room full of rushing people, computers, phones, and lots of other technology Blaine didn`t understand. Thomas motioned for him to follow to the back of the room. They got there, and a woman with lots of piercings, black, short hair, and a white, long, coat sat a computer. She also had plenty of tattoos.
She swiveled around in her chair, smiling at Blaine.
`Hear you got a text from the offender on your boo`s phone.`
Blaine simply nodded, taking in her appearance. She was really lovely; probably because she wasn`t a clone like most girls.
`Can I have it? I can trace back the area where the text came from and hopefully we can find your boyfriend.`
Blaine pulled it out of his pocket, handing it to her. She opened up the message center and swooned.
`Kurt Blackbird? Aww, that`s so cute!`
Blaine blushed, holding his head down and Thomas just rolled his eyes.
`How long will this take?`
`Just a few mintues.`
She plugged the phone into the computer and opened up her system, clicking away and typing things in. Blaine didn`t understand what she was doing, so simply looked around the room at all of the rushing people.
`I`ll be right back, I just have to talk to my son.`
Blaine and the girl nodded, and he watched him leave, walking towards a tall boy with light brown hair, and a seemingly egotistical smile on his face. He lef the room with his father and Blaine shrugged turning back to her. She stopped, smiling.
`By the way, my name`s Ebony.`
Blaine smiled.
`Nice to meet you. Blaine.`
She nodded, turning back to her computer as it beeped. She clicked on the globe that was on the screen and it zoomed in closer to an abandoned house about 60 miles out of Lima. She snapped her fingers, pointing at the screen as it printed off the coordinates. She handed the paper to him, right as Thomas was coming back.
`There`s your boy.`
She handed his phone back and Blaine just stared at the paper, then jumped on her, hugging her. She hugged back, smiling. He pulled back, handing the paper to Thomas, then walked away. He stopped at the door, turning back and smiled, then ran out. Ebony just chuckled to herself.
A girl came up to her, gawking.
`Ebony, wasn`t that...?`
She nodded, sighing.
`Yeah. It was. Boy, he`s grown.`
`Why didn`t you tell him...?`
`Both he, and our parents think i`m dead... He doesn`t need to know his sister is alive right now.`
The girl just nodded meekly and walked away, and Ebony sighed, straightening out her nametag.
Ebony Anderson.
Okay guys. This is a HELL of a lot different than my first time around. Hopefully it`s better. I think it is.
Well. Let me know!
-Echo.