AN: Sorry for this lame chapter. Only reason I'm even including it is to get from point A to point B. So I'm sorry if don't make a lot of sense.

Puck shook violently as yet another round of vomit left his throat. Before long his entire stomach contents were emptied into the toilet. He was now dry heaving still feeling queasy from his father's unwanted touches.

Puck pulled away from the toilet shaking as he walked over to the sink. He splashed some water into his face and over the back of his neck. He looked up at himself in the mirror; he could see how bad he was trembling.

"Get ahold of yourself man. You can't go back out to the guys shaking like a leaf." Puck said to himself in the mirror shaking his head, running his hands through his hair. He glared back at himself in the mirror.

The person that was now glaring back at Puck from the mirror however was not Puck. The reflection still looked like Puck, but it was not him. The Puck in the mirror was strong and confident looking. The Puck that was now in the mirror was dead. The Puck he was now was weak, broken, and a pathetic excuse for a man

"You know you're so weak. You make me sick; can barely stand to look at you. When I ran the show you use to take shit from no one. Now look at you your father comes back to town and you turn back into a little cock sucker! You must really enjoy it too seeing as how you won't do anything about it. God you're so fucking weak and WORTHLESS! I told you he would come back, but you went ahead and let your guard down! See where it's gotten us." Puck's reflection from the mirror yelled at him.

Puck shut his eyes tight. He could feel tears forming there again. He let out a deep sigh of anguish.

"I know, god I know. I'm worse than shit and I deserve all of this. I'm such an idiot, I knew he'd come back. I am worthless, but there's nothing I can do now." Puck said to himself.

Puck stared back up at himself in the mirror. His reflection had changed back to someone he once again recognized. His broken little, worthless self, that's all he was now. His former confident self was once again dead. He knew this time it would probably stay dead too. He sighed again and then walked out of the bathroom. He steadied himself a little more before heading back outside to the guys. He wasn't sure if he was going to be able to face what came next.

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Sam glanced through the truck window up at Puck's house. Puck seemed to be in there for a while and he was beginning to wonder what was taking so long. Couldn't Puck's father see how bad Puck looked, that he needed to see a doctor? Now that Sam thought about it though hadn't Puck told him his father was out of the picture? Sam's wheels were slowly turning in his head.

"Hey didn't Puck tell us all that his dad was a deadbeat, and not in the picture?" Sam said voicing his question.

"Yeah well he was until about three months ago. Puck said he turned up out of the blue with some sob story. He had told Puck's mother that he changed. That he had quit drinking and using drugs. He'd changed his life around, was a new man. Apparently Puck's mother believed him because she took him back." Finn said addressing Sam's question.

"What about Puck? Does he believe that his father has changed?" Sam said to Finn.

"No I don't think Puck believes it for a minute. Sort of get the feeling he's waiting for the other shoe to drop. Although I got to say I have met the guy a few times and he seems pretty nice. I also have seen him genuinely trying to reconnect with Puck. So far though I don't think Puck's having any of it. Puck just sort of blows him off entirely. " Finn said now staring back up at the house.

"Yeah well his father sounded pretty angry and mean to me." Sam said.

"Puck has been in there for a while you think he's okay? I mean was it just me or did anyone else notice the look in Puck's eyes when his father called for him. I've never seen him look like that before." Mike said rethinking the events that had happened earlier.

The front door of Puck house swung open. Puck steeped out of the house and walked over to Finn's parked truck.

"Hey don't think we're all going to fit in there." Puck said while motioning to Finn's truck.

"I don't really think I can drive though with my arm all busted up. So would one of you mind driving me in my truck?" Puck said dangling his keys in front of the guys.

"Um sure I'll drive since I know where were going better. Finn you and Sam can just follow behind us." Mike said while getting out of Finn's truck and taking Puck's keys.

The two of them walked over to Puck's black truck and got in. Mike backed out of Puck's driveway and they headed off to the hospital.

Mike looked over at Puck. Puck was just staring down intently at the interior of the truck as if he was trying to avoid looking at Mike.

"You okay Puck? You seem kind of down. Everything okay with you and your dad he sounded kind of mad earlier." Mike said while returning his eyes back to the road.

"Umm… Yeah everything is fine he was just kind of mad because I took off without telling him. He said the only reason he was letting me go out now was because he likes Finn. Thinks he's a good influence on me or something. As for being down I'm just in more pain then I really care to admit." Puck said still not taking his eyes of the truck's interior.

"Oh, didn't you tell him we were going to the hospital to get your arm looked at? I mean wasn't he concerned? He didn't want to come with you or anything?" Mike said looking wearily at Puck.

Something didn't seem right in Mike's mind. He knew how his father would react to seeing him look half as bad as Puck did now. Something just wasn't right.

"No, I didn't even show him my arm. Umm… H-he did seem to show a little concern for me when he saw my eye and lip. Really all he's doing is putting on an act though, but I'm not buying his father of the year crap. I won't, not again." Puck said hoping his lie was convincing enough.

In reality all Puck's father ever showed him was blows and things Puck wished he could just forget about. There were more than a million things Puck wished he could just forget about his father. They were all seared into his memory though like a permanent tattoo, even a laser wouldn't be able get rid of them.

"Oh I see." Mike said as he turned into a parking space at the hospital.

"Come on, I already called my dad when you were in the house he's already waiting for you." Mike said while hopping out of Puck's truck.

Puck glared up at the building wondering how long this nightmare would last. He stepped out of his truck trying not to fall again as his legs began to wobble. For some reason his legs felt like Jell-O a lot lately. He shrugged and began walking up to the hospital along with Mike, Sam and Finn.