AN/ Hi! Before you read the chapters I just have a couple things to say.
I'm not sure if I said Sebastian has a dorm at Dalton or not but he sleeps at home in this Chapter so... even if I said he did we're just going to pretend he doesn't, ok?
Thanks a ton for reading my story and a special Thanks to StyxxandBethany for reviewing to not only one but both of my Chapters so far! She (or He) was the only one to do that except for a Guest who I'm not sure if it was the same person or not. In fact she was the only non Guest to review so far and it really means a lot!
Chapter Three
Sebastian was currently chugging alcohol at the bar at Scandals. It was a Monday night so there wasn't much of a crowd but it also meant that there was a very slim chance of Sebastian seeing anyone else from High School. This was good because he really wasn't in the mood to talk about why he was there drinking like he was a dying man and alcohol was the only thing that could save him.
He just needed to forget that someone had seen a mark, Kirk had seen a mark. Sure people had seen stuff before but he had always had reasonable explanations ready that Sebastian himself would believe if someone told them to him.
The explanation he had given Kurt did NOT match the injury he had and it was really gnawing at him that he could know something was wrong. Even though Kurt disliked him greatly both he and Blaine had shown concern once they thought he was injured so they may not hate him as much as he thought.
Sebastian knew he had to do something mean, really mean, in order to make sure they didn't start thinking of him as a victim. The Warbler captain knew from experience that people found it harder to think that someone might have once been prey if they portray themselves as a predator.
Sebastian waved over the barista for another beer and got thinking on what is was he needed to do. It had to damage the New Directions as a whole if he didn't want it to be out of character from what they would suspect and it shouldn't injure Blaine again because apparently he really wanted Blaine in his bed and his conscious wouldn't let him hurt the gel abusing teen twice.
It should be someone crucial to the team so either that Racheal girl or her boyfriend Finn because they both were leads. He had his targets now all he had to do was think up something to hurt them with.
Before Sebastian could plan anymore an older man that must have been in his forties or fifties sat down next to him. The man stunk and was rather ugly to put it lightly was not so subtly mentally undressing Sebastian as his beady eyes slowly moved up and down on his figure.
"Can I buy you another drink?" Asked the man with a stupid smirk on his face. Sebastian glanced at his beer and was surprised that he had drunken almost his entire second bottle.
"Thanks but no thanks, I don't know why men like you even bother coming out here." Quipped Sebastian.
"What is that supposed to mean." Responded the man angrily.
"It means that you're an old and ugly man that should really just go back in the closet and spare the rest of us from having to tolerate your rancid presence." Answered Sebastian. He was angry that he had to deal with men like this on a normal day but with what had happened in the Liam Bean earlier he really wasn't in the mood. Sebastian got up to leave the bar and walked towards the door, pissed that his plans to get black out drunk had been foiled.
The teen had just walked outside when he felt a tight hand grip his upper arm painfully and drag him towards the alleyway right next to the seedy gay bar.
Sebastian looked up to see the man he had just insulted with an infuriated look on his face. The Warbler struggled but it was no use as the man was much bigger than him and stronger too.
"Stupid kid thinking you could deny me what I need." Whispered the older man in an alcohol covered breath right into Sebastian's ear making him gag in disgust. "I need a good fuck and you're gonna give it to me, understood." He continued as he brought a rope out of his pocket and secured Sebastian's hands behind his back.
All Sebastian could think past the shock that the man actually had a rope and was prepared for this sort of thing was that he was going to be raped, again. The one thing that he knew he could avoid living with his Father and it is happening in a dark dirty alleyway next to a stupid bar just because he'd wanted some alcohol and he had his own luck.
The obviously drunk man fumbled with his zipper and pushed down his pants to reveal his small yet painfully erect cock. Sebastian attempted to escape one last time as the capture's hands started to make their way to Sebastian's own zipper.
The teen bolted for it and bit the man's hands away at the same time distracting him long enough for Sebastian to start running to his car while attempting to undo the clumsy tying job behind his back. He made it to his car just as the rope fell away from he hands and he jumped in quickly.
Sebastian speed away in his car leaving behind a frustrated would be rapist in the parking lot. He drove dangerously back to his home and it was a miracle he wasn't arrested, despite the late hour, for his disregard of the driving laws while getting home.
Sebastian didn't calm down until he was on his street because he knew his neighbors would be suspicious if he went flying by like a maniac and woke them all up in the middle of the night. If there was one thing he had trained himself to do even in his panicked state of mind was to protect his secrets.
The lacrosse player carefully parked the car and unlocked the front door. He snuck inside while attempting to make it to his room without alerting his Father.
Unfortunately, his luck didn't hold out and his Father was standing right in front of the stairs. Sebastian was about to walk away as quickly as possible but his Father spotted him before he had the chance.
"Just what were you doing out this late at night young man." Started his Father as he advanced towards the frozen teen.
"I… uh..." Said Sebastian as he was frozen in fear of his Father. He would always start out being calm then he would start to insult his Son and then he would physically attack him. Despite knowing what was going to happen he was frightened to death whenever he did anything that upset his Father.
"You were probably out whoring yourself out to anything with a cock. You disgusting little fag!" shouted Mr. Smyth as he stood right in front of Sebastian, "My son will not be a gross little cuck sucker. You are not my son. You are a bastard that doesn't deserve to lick the bottom of my shoe. Isn't that right? Huh?"
"Yes sir." Answered Sebastian in a scared, soft voice. He knew what was coming next.
SMACK! Sebastian's Father whipped his hand across the teens check causing a loud crack to echo around the spacious area at the bottom of the stairs.
Sebastian didn't even make a sound despite the burning of his check and how flaming red it now was, he was used to dealing with much worse pain.
Mr. Smyth punched his son in the stomach causing him to kneel over in pain while he caught his momentarily vacant breath. He then roughly grabbed Sebastian's shoulder and pushed him to the ground so he was laying on his back. The cruel man brought his foot down harshly onto the teen's ribs three times before another loud crack filled the area and Sebastian finally howled out in pain.
Sebastian was pretty sure that his Father had broken one of his already bruised ribs. It wouldn't be the first time and the Warbler was reasonably certain it wouldn't be the last. This didn't mean that the pain that was the product of such a brake was any more bearable and the teen felt his eyes mist up and he struggled to stop them from falling, something only achieved by pure willpower.
It scared the boy to death that one day his Father may puncture a lung and just leave him alone to die all alone in the middle of the night. There was so much he still wanted to do with his life and he didn't want to pass away without ever being loved.
The lawyer spit in Sebastian's face and said to him in a harsh and unloving voice, "You're just a freak that doesn't deserve love. By God, I don't even think you're human." The angry man marched away leaving the injured teen all by himself at the bottom of the stairs.
Sebastian breathed a sigh of relief. As much pain as he was in he knew it could have been a lot worse and was glad his Father hadn't done too much damage.
The teen started to move but stopped as he sat up gasping for air as his broken rib sent terrible pain rippling through his body. A whimper escaped Sebastian's lips as he slowly and tenderly stood up and stumbled to the stair case where he put most of his weight on the stair rail.
The Warbler Captain carefully made his way up the stairs as he hunched over in pain and keep on arm over his ribs in a unsuccessful attempt to spare himself more pain by keeping his torso as still as possible.
Sebastian finally reached the top of the stairs gasping for breath and with tears streaming down his face. He stumbled down the hallway to his room and shut the door, making an effort to not slam it even in his pained state as he knew his Father would come back and do worse if he heard loud noises. Mr. Smyth preferred to be either pounding his son into his 'rightful place' or not hearing from him at all.
Sebastian grabbed the first aid kit that was right next to his door for this very reason and took off his shirt as carefully as he possibly could. He still jarred his ribs a little and another small whimper came from the teen.
After his shirt was off he opened the red kit and took out some bandages. Sebastian first felt his ribs and felt relief at the fact that the rib was still pretty much in the same place it was supposed to be and Sebastian wouldn't have to try and put it back in place by himself.
He then managed to wrap the bandage around his torso tightly and secure it in place despite the pain it caused him. The teen knew from experience that it was better to just work through the pain and bandage himself up then ignore the pain because it would just cause him more problems latter.
Sebastian closed the kit and put it away before walking as quickly as he could to the bathroom. There he opened the cabinet above the toilet and grabbed the painkillers. He quickly popped two pills before putting them back in their place, anxious for the relief to start.
The razor that Sebastian kept in his bathroom lay in a tempting manner next to the painkillers he had just put down.
God, he had just had such a bad day and he wanted the small respite so badly. Before he even realized what he was doing he had grabbed the knife off the shelf in the cabinet and was holding it against his scarred arm. He had already discarded his shirt as he bandaged his ribs and it would just be so easy to slice…
The next thing he knew Sebastian was already cutting through his arm and red blood was flowing down his arms. His hand quacked slightly as he made a second cut right next to the first, close to his left elbow.
He then stopped and put the razor down as he watched, fascinated as the blood made its way down his arm and dripping into the sink he was standing over. Breaking free of the trance-like state he was in the boy turned on the sink to wash away the blood as it fell.
Next, the knife was placed under the running water and as soon as it was clean it was placed in the cabinet with Sebastian's right and uncut arm before the cabinet door was quickly shut. Sebastian turned back to his arm and watched as it continued to bleed.
He didn't make any attempt to stop it but just stared and concentrated on the sharp stinging of is arms rather than the harsh banging pain of his ribs. The type of pain that radiated from his arms was good, not the terrible type that was distributed by his Father.
Before he got light headed with blood lose, as Sebastian knew he would soon if he didn't do something he opened the cabinet again and grabbed the second roll of bandaged he kept in his room, being sure not to look at the razor before shutting the door.
Sebastian wrapped his arm before placing the unused bandages on the counter next to the sink. He wasn't going to risk another chance at being tempted by the razor when he opened the cabinet.
The teen shuffled back into his room and sat down on his bed, mindful of his ribs and the pain they were still causing him. He silently wondered how such a plain day could have taken such twists and turns. It started out being boring and regular but Warbler practice had really lifted his spirits and left him in a much better mood.
He wished that Glee club was always like that. Unfortunately, he knew that it would be completely out of character for him to do something like that. Sebastian knew that if he ever wanted to pick up acting he would most likely be amazing at it with the fact that he was acting all the time. It was as if the whole world was a stage and he had to be the best actor he could ever possibly be in order to convince everyone his act was real.
Then he had run into the ever so cutely nick-named Klaine and Kurt had seen an injury that had been inflicted by his Father. That in its self was enough to thoroughly ruin his good mood. The fact that Sebastian had given an excuse that didn't match the wound and he was completely unsure as to whether or not Kurt had picked up on that was absolutely devastating. Sebastian had been acting on this huge stage of life for so long he couldn't believe he had slipped up. The likelihood of that happening was less than the New Direction's Rachel Berry forgetting the lyrics to a song she'd known since she was old enough to sing. Possible but just about as common as aliens legitimately landing on Earth, hoaxes not counting.
Then, as if his day hadn't been bad enough already from that one incident he had the unluckiness to almost be raped in a dark alleyway when he had just wanted to get a drink.
As if the universe was laughing at him for thinking that was the worst that could happen that afternoon, he had been caught coming back in by his Father and then he had broken a rib. And on top of that pile crap he had relapsed and broken his three weeks without even touching his razor. Now he was back to zero days without cutting and he really wanted to stop so bad that it just hurt to even think about that.
His mind wondered its way back to the subject of making no one suspected something was wrong. It had just happened recently with Klaine and with all that was going on he wouldn't be surprised if one of the Warblers thought something was wrong as well.
While he had been at Scandals he had narrowed down his victims to either Rachel or Finn. Thinking of the best way to humiliate them and stop them from winning all could think of was something sexual. In fact, a few photo shopped pictures and well placed threats and Regionals was theirs.
After the only good thing all day being the Warblers he felt that he owed it to them for his diversion tactic to benefit them and this was the perfect way of hitting two birds with one stone.
The pictures should be of Finn because it would definitely be easier to find a shirtless picture of the boy and it would be much easier to just do a small penis picture then find some odd sexual deformity to Photoshop onto Rachel.
But Rachel was the one that he didn't want to sing because she was unquestionably the more talented of the two so the threat should be that she had to drop out and if she didn't then the humiliating pictures would go all over the internet.
He would never be able to bring himself to actually destroy someone like that so it would be an empty threat but no one knew that, certainly not the New Directions. They would be convinced from the minute that they heard the threat let alone saw the sample pictures he would send them.
It was the perfect plan; it would whip Kurt and Blaine clean of any thoughts that he was a victim in anyway and any one was hurting him, it would secure the Warblers a victory and it would keep him with a relatively clean conscious because he never actually ruined someone's life.
With all that settled and Sebastian resolving to start on the photo shopped pictures tomorrow the teen lay there on his bed calmly waiting for the pain killers to kick in and give him relief from the merciless pain he was in.