AN: Okay so this chapter was awkward as hell to write. Never written anything like this, so let me know what you think please. Thanks to everyone who has reviewed! Love them!
Puck froze for a minute terrified by the loud voice that had come from his house. Then he quickly jumped up on his feet to race into the house. Before he even managed to take a step forward though, his legs buckled under him. He hit the concrete steps with a sick thud not able to catch himself. Pain radiated through his entire body as he felt it make contact with the cold hard concrete.
Finn seeing Puck fall rushed over to his side. He grabbed ahold of Puck's right arm and tried to help his friend to his feet.
Puck felt a surge of blinding pain wash over his right side as Finn tried tugging him up. Puck couldn't help the moan of agony that escaped his mouth as the new pain shot through him. He just had to hope no one noticed it. The pain was just becoming too much to bear to keep it all in. Finn finally managed to get him to his feet and steady him.
"Easy there dude, must of stood up too fast." Finn said smiling down at Puck.
"Yeah, I guess so." Puck said a little shaky while managing to smile back at Finn. All he could think of was that at least no one had heard him scream from the pain.
Finn had heard the gasp of pain escape Puck's mouth, but wasn't sure if it was from the fall or something else. He quickly patted Puck on his right shoulder as a sign of reassurance towards his friend.
Puck winced in pain at Finn's gentle pat on the shoulder. He tried to back away from Finn's touch as nonchalantly as possible.
Finn furrowed his eyebrows in concern when he saw how Puck reacted. Finn grabbed a hold of Puck's right arm so he could no longer back away.
Another scream of pain escaped Puck's mouth. Tears began to feel his eyes, but he wouldn't let them fall. Couldn't let anyone see just how big of a baby he really was.
After hearing another scream of pain leave Puck's mouth Finn shoved Puck's jacket sleeve up. He was shocked at what he saw. Puck's entire right arm was an angry shade of red and purple. It was also just hanging there limply in his grasp like it was made of rubber. Finn immediately let go of his friend's arm, at a loss to say anything.
Puck could feel everyone's eyes on him. His heart began to race at how they all gawked at him.
"Puck you got to go see a doctor about that! Seriously man from how swollen it looks it's probably broken." Mike said stunned by how bad Puck's arm looked.
Puck shot Mike an angry glare. He did not under any circumstances want to see a doctor. In Puck's opinion doctors asked way too many questions and could never give you any help.
"Look if you don't want to go see a doctor at least come see my dad. He is a doctor and can help and trust me he won't judge you. If the bone is broken it could get infected and you could die from it. Please Puck just let my dad look at you; come on you got to be in a lot of pain." Mike said after seeing the look in Puck's eyes.
Puck had to admit he was in a lot of pain. More pain then he had experienced in a long time. Puck shook his head then let out a small sigh. Before he could respond though, the angry voice rang from the house again.
"Noah where the fuck are you boy!" the angry voice shouted.
Puck jumped slightly backwards and peered over his shoulder. The voice was getting angrier.
"O-okay I'll g-go see your d-dad, but first I got to go see what mine wants." Puck said stuttering.
Puck then turned around and ran into his house.
Mike, Sam, and Finn all went back to Finn's truck to wait for Puck to return. Finn was going to make dam sure Puck went to see a doctor, even if that meant dragging him there.
Puck entered the house and walked into the living room where his dad was waiting for him. Puck seeing his father instantly brought all the fear and pain back. Puck unknowingly tried to make himself become as small as possible. He could feel his father gazing down on him.
"And just where the fuck have you been? You're supposed to come when I call you! Or do you need to be taught another lesson!" His father growled loudly. He walked over to Puck and got right up in his son's face.
Puck could smell the stench of alcohol rolling off his father's breath.
"N-no s-sir." Puck said in barley a whisper. Puck was now trembling uncontrollably.
"Good. I'm more in the mood for some fun anyway. Although some lessons can be a lot fun to teach." Puck's father sneered at his son.
Puck whimpered at his father's statement.
Puck's father gazed into Puck's eyes. Then he slowly moved one of his hands and placed it under Puck's shirt. He gently rubbed his hand up his son's abs slowly tracing the curves they made. He got to one of Puck's nipples and rubbed over it with his thumb, then pinched it slightly.
Puck looked down at the floor trying to pretend he was somewhere else. Inside his head he was pleading to god for the nightmare to end. Please god not that, anything but that. Please not again! More tears began to fill his eyes.
"Umm….D-dad a couple of m-my friends are waiting outside for me. T-they need my help with some school project.
Puck's father stopped playing with his son's nipple and made a somewhat sad face.
"Oh well, I guess there goes my fun for the day. Well since you're going out anyway pick me up another case of beer and another carton of smokes. Still remember which brand I smoke right?" Puck's father said while now petting his son's stomach.
Puck nodded still in shock that his father was actually going to let him leave.
"Good boy. Now don't stay out too late. You know how cranky I can get without my smokes." Puck's father said taking his hand out from under son's shirt. He gave Puck a slight pat on the cheek then went back upstairs leaving Puck all alone.
As soon as his father was out of sight a wave of nausea swept over Puck. He ran to the bathroom barely making it in time before his entire throat filled with a warm liquid and emptied into the toilet.