So, I have been a bit absent lately, and I am sorry for that! I didn't mean to go all absent on you guys, but I did. Vacation and stuff like that.
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His heart pounded in his chest, his feet didn't even touch the floor as his arms were up in the air, tied up and he winced as the blood poured from his wrists. He wasn't sure how long he had been there. It could be days, but it could be months at the same time. He had no concept of time here. He couldn't see when it was dark outside, but he was certain that his sleep schedule had been messed up terribly. He screamed into the gag that had been put in his mouth as he looked up at the pictures in front of him, feeling another shock to through his whole body. By now, he had lost hope in that Blaine would actually get him out of here. He hadn't seen him in a while, and he didn't want to admit it – but he missed him. He missed seeing a friendly face in there that actually cared. One that actually gave him hope that it would all be alright and that he got out of there sometime.
He was put back into his room, sore, but he had been sore for all that time already. That wasn't just going to go away, but he knew how to deal with it by now. He had never believed in God, but now he was praying. Praying that he got out of there and that he would never have to worry about this again.
Then he heard a strange noise coming from behind the door. Every nerve of his body was now on edge and he made himself as small as possible on the little bed, pulling the covers up to his chest. The door opened slowly – too slowly for his liking – but he was glad to see who was there. Blaine.
"Sssht, I can only be here shortly," Blaine shushed him before Kurt had even been able to say anything. He rushed towards the bed and sat down on it, taking Kurt's hands in his quickly. "Listen to me.. Don't say anything, just listen."
Kurt nodded softly, smiling just a little, a hopeful expression on his features.
"I'm going to get you out of here-"
"You said that before.."
"Sssht. Tomorrow. You'll get out of here tomorrow night. My father is going away for a few days and he will leave me to handle all of this because my brother is travelling through Europe. He didn't find out about us being together and he never will, but I will get you out of here and report this whole business to the police. He has crossed the line.." he whispered, a tense tone in his voice. "Get rest.. We'll have to travel far and you've lost a lot of weight.. You need to be strong, Kurt. We'll get out of here."
Kurt was left in the room, his vision and his mind a blur. He couldn't believe that it was actually happening. He'd get out of here. Get to see his father again, and this would all be over. Right?
He went downstairs, his face tensed up because he simply didn't know how to do it. He wasn't alone in the building. There were guards, and other 'patients' to his father's 'clinic'. He only knew one way to distract it, but he wasn't sure if he could actually do that. It felt terrible to do it, but that was the only way to get Kurt out.. He paced through the long, white hallway as he walked over to the door of another 'patient'. He pushed the button next to the door to unlock it and opened the door. "Take your run for it. Go right, that's the fastest way," he said with a straight face, feeling terrible about doing this inside. The younger, small and skinny boy stood up and ran away, thanking him while running. Blaine rushed towards Kurt's door, but there was no sight of him.
Where was he? Where did Kurt go? He couldn't have gone anywhere. Suddenly he felt a firm grip on his shoulder, was turned around and looked into the eyes of his homophobic brother Cooper.
"You didn't think that I didn't see right through you.. Now did you?" he said softly.
"I thought you were in Europe.." he said as he was slowly pushed into the room where Kurt had been for the last three weeks.
"I wasn't. I was here all the time.. Watching how you did all those things.. Visiting him.. Comforting him.. Sneaking more food towards him. Dad won't be happy."
"I don't care about Dad! Where is Kurt?" he groaned as he was pushed down. The door closed behind them and he knew that it couldn't be good.
"Listen up, little brother," Cooper said, pointing his finger at him as he suddenly took hold of his brother's slim wrist and pulled it up, put a handcuff around him and cuffed him to the headboard of the bed. Only one wrist was connected, and he swung his other arm, but his brother simply did a step back. "You need to get normal again, Blaine.. You are a shame to the family. That boy, is going to ruin your entire life. So I am giving you the chance.. Do what I say and leave the boy alone, do what you're supposed to do, and I won't let you go through the same process again when I tell father."
"Fine. Deal. I just felt sorry for him that's all.. It's not like I liked him. I never felt anything for boys anymore after he treated me," he said softly. Cooper reached out his hand and undid the cuffs, so he was free again. He rubbed his wrist a little before standing up, making a fist and holding his arm bad, slamming his fist against his brother's face, who fell over and clenched his fist too, starting to yell. Seeing the bulge in the side pocket of Cooper's trousers, he pulled out a little cloth, smelled it shortly before squeezing his eyes shut shortly and pushing it against his brother's mouth and nose. It didn't just muffle his words and his screams, but after a little less than a minute, he passed out.
Blaine got up quickly, looking around and walking away, out of the cell and starting to look for Kurt. But there was no sight of him when he had went through half of the cells. Where the hell could he be?
Blaine had no idea.