Puck awoke to the sound of his grumbling stomach. He looked over at his alarm clock. It flashed 10:19 am. He realized he hadn't eaten since the day before yesterday. No wonder his stomach was protesting. He sat up on his bed and gasped a little from the pain. His whole body was sore and stiff. He knew it was going to take him time to get used to the beatings again.
He managed to pull himself up out of the bed. His legs wobbled beneath him at the sudden movement. He steadied himself as much as he could before heading into his bathroom. He walked over to the mirror hanging over the sink, might as well take stock of the damage he thought. He was actually mildly shocked by what faced him in the mirror. There stood in the mirror looking back at him was a man hunched over with dark shadows under his eyes. The man in the mirror looked weak and terrified to be there. At first Puck wasn't sure it was him, but soon realized it was.
He stared at himself taking in the damage. He could see he had developed a shiner over his left eye. His bottom lip was also split wide open. He wasn't sure who caused that wound himself biting down hard on his lip trying to stop from screaming. Or was it the man throwing the punches. Those wounds were the least of his worries though. Puck backed up away from the mirror a bit so he could look over the rest of his aching body. His right wrist was pretty swollen, and by the way his whole arm was hanging he could tell it was out of the socket. Puck grunted, knowing he wouldn't be able to pop it back in on his own. He lifted up his shirt slightly with his good arm to look over the rest of him. His whole abdomen was covered in black and blue bruises. He sucked in a deep breath of air at the sight of his body. It looked like his whole body had gone through a meat grinder, felt like it too. He immediately regretted taking the deep breath as a sharp pain shot through his chest and sides at the action. He was pretty sure that pain meant one of his ribs was broken. He let his shirt slide back down over his body. He then turned on the sink and splashed some cold water on his face before leaving the bathroom.
As Puck stepped out of his bathroom he could hear a slight buzzing sound coming from his room. It only took him a minute to comprehend that the noise was coming from his cell phone. He quickly retrieved it from where he had thrown it last night. He opened up his cell to see he had five new voicemails and twenty new text messages. Puck slightly sucked in his bottom lip while sitting down on his bed to listen to the messages. The first voice mail was from Finn.
"Dude what's up? You haven't returned anyone's calls or texts and we've left you like twenty. You lose your phone again? Did you get yourself in trouble again and wind back up in juvie? Look man no one's herd from you in at least three days we are starting to get worried here. Give me a call when you get this okay." said Finn's voice.
Puck just shrugged and ran his good hand through his Mohawk. He went over the rest of the voicemails and texts on his phone. All of them were from worried glee members asking where he was and if he was okay. The very last voice mail was from Finn again.
"Okay beyond worrying now no can get ahold of you! I even tried your mom but got no answer from her either. Everyone is starting to freak out wondering where you are. I'm coming over tomorrow to check to see if you're even still alive. I'll knock down the door if I have to." Said Finn's voice in a tone of panic.
Shit, thought Puck. He knew he was going to have to come up with an explanation and quickly. Finn could come barging in any minute. He slowly got himself up and started heading up the stairs and into the kitchen. He knew he needed to come up with some sort of plan but first he needed some food. No good plans ever came to him on an empty stomach, besides he really was starving. He ransacked a couple of the cabinets before finally finding something edible. The box of poptarts he was now holding in his hand looked like heaven to him at that moment. He placed the box on the counter and went into the living room and grabbed his jacket off the hook. He slowly and carefully managed to put it on which was a hassle considering his right arm was out of its socket. Once his jacket was on he headed back into the kitchen and grabbed the box of poptarts and went outside. He sat down on his front steps and began devouring the box of poptarts. He was hungrier then he realized.
Puck knew he couldn't let Finn knock down the front door. All that would ensure was another harsh beating. Puck gulped at the thought of another beating so quickly. He was fairly sure another beating might actually kill him right now. No, he knew he had to wait outside for Finn to show so that wouldn't happen. He would just call Finn, but knew by now he was already on his way and would actually want to see Puck to know he was alive. Puck sighed and started trying to come up with some sort of lie to explain everything.