Broken

XII

POV: Kurt

"Also, if you don't mind me asking, why did you transfer here?"

I freeze. I knew it was coming. I knew someone would ask me eventually. I decide to reveal some of the true, but not even close to all of it.

"Bullies." I feel the word escape my mouth before I had a chance to rethink whether I should answer.

"I know what that's like," he says sympathetically. What? The Sebastian Smythe was bullied?

The shock must have shown in my face, because he laughs sadly. "Yeah. I may seem perfect, but there is always someone there to remind me of my imperfections."

His phone rings and his face immediately falls and his eyes turn guarded.

"Speak of the devil," he says, laughing as he closes himself off and stands. "Sorry, I should take this."

I grab his arm to stop him and he winces.

"Why don't you ignore it? It will only make you feel worse." His expression becomes flat, eyes steely.

"You don't understand." He yanks his arm away from me while answering his phone and walking away briskly.

I feel something on my hand and look down.

A smear of read that's color is all too familiar.

Blood.

And for once, it's not mine.

I sit there stunned for a moment before a voice snaps me out of it. "Kurt? Are you okay?" The voice is full of concern.

I look up and see that it's the boy with black gelled hair- Blaine, I believe. I shake my head and run after Sebastian before his eyes can bore holes in mine.

I search for Sebastian before finding him in a hallway, crumpled on the ground in the fetal position. I see his body shaking as he sobs quietly.

I sit next to him. "Hey," I say softly. "Are you okay? That- that was stupid, you obviously aren't okay. Do you want to talk about what's going on?"

He sprawls onto the ground with his back to the wall and his long legs outstretched in front of him and turns his head to me, eyes red.

"He's back," he says in a hoarse whisper. "We haven't heard from him in months, but he's coming back."

"Who?" I ask.

He sobs and buries his head into my chest, throwing his arms around me. I gingerly rub circles in his back, not sure of how to calm him down. He says something but it's muffled by my shirt. "What was that?"

He looks up at me like a lost puppy. "My father. He's coming back. We can't stop him or run this time."