I'm Okay, But I'm Not Really

Not Again

The following morning...

5:30am

It was early in the morning, the house was quiet with Mr. Anderson knocked out on the couch downstairs in the living room. Blaine has taken a shower to make sure he was clean after what had happened yesterday...the blood, getting knocked out and fucked every way to Sunday. It was terrible. All he could think of was that his own father had raped him...what kind of person rapes their own child?

How am I going to survive today? Everything hurts. It's everywhere. Everything won't stop throbbing. Just...please let school go my fast so I can go home and just lay in bed forever. Blaine was currently in the bathroom getting washed up for school, brushing his teeth, washed his face, applied deodorant to his armpits, leaving his hair alone, there was really to much with is since he got a hair cut last week(the time Blaine had gone to Rachel's party, his hair is like that with no gel :) ), dressed already. He was already dressed, simply wearing his favorite black fitted pants with a plain t-shirt under his Dalton sweater and grabbed his school bag on the way out the window, making sure to grab the house keys and shut the door behind him and left for school.

He didn't want to bother with taking the car because his dad always yelled at him every time he took, supposedly needing it for work but always left to go and drink and return home drunk. Pathetic really.

Hopefully he had some time to take the Advil he snuck into his pockets. His butt was throbbing none stop. How am I suppose to sit all day if its going to hurt to much? And please...god, please don't let anybody ask why I can't sit down. Blaine closed his eyes for a second and sighed loudly, flapping his lips. He rubbed his cheek with his hand since nobody was around and slide his hands back into his pockets.

About 10 minutes later

Blaine had arrived to his school(the school before Dalton Academy), walked up the steps and pushed the door open and walked inside. The halls were crowded with students, well, all boys. It was an all boys school that his dad had put him in. He didn't want to, but he didn't have a choice.

"Great...this again." The boy mumbled, grabbing the piece of paper with his locker number and combination on it.

Locker 34. Combination 12-5-2

"Come on, you can do this Blaine, you can do it." He tried giving himself some encourage as he approached his locker and placed his hand on the lock and rotated it to the correct numbers and popped it open. Smiling to himself and grabbed his notebook for class to take notes for today since he had a lot of catching up to for missing school to much.

Just as about he was going to close his locker, a familiar voice came from behind him.

Shit.

"Well, If isn't Blaine Anderson." A boy said, around his age, announcing himself to him. "Long time no see!"

It was Sebastian Smyth when he had turned around to see who it was. He was the popular guy all the gays wanted to date, he could never get him.

"Sebastian...h-hey." Blaine couldn't look at his, sort of friend without thinking of his dad and getting uncomfortable.

Sebastian frowned. "What's wrong? Cat got your balls?" He laughed, but he slowly faded.

Blaine shifted on his feet uncomfortably, swallowing nervously.

"No...no way!" Sebastian gasp with a laugh, "Someone took your balls!" He laughed out.

Oh my god, please, just shut up and go away.

Blaine didn't say another word, shutting his locker and walked away, rushing his way to go find a bathroom, getting to one in second and rushed into a stall and locked it once he was inside. Panting, getting himself to a wall and slide down his back and on to his butt.

"Blaine! Come on!" Sebastian's voice entered the bathroom.

"Don't you know how to leave people alone?!"

"Mmm, no." He shrugged, getting to the large stall and broke the lock and opened it to see Blaine sitting on the floor. "Come on, how can I leave you alone Blaine? Your so, cute." He wrinkled his nose, kneeing down in front of the boy, cupping his cheeks with his hands. "Handsome. A great ass if I haven't mentioned." He smirked. "Come on babe, let you know a good time?"

Blaine shook his head as he started shaking, "L-Leave me alone." He begged, his lips quivering.

The other boy just shrugged, shutting the stall and locked it and got back to Blaine, grabbing him by the collar of his and pulled him down to lay on the door and sat himself on his legs and began to undo Blaine's pants.

"What...w-what are you doing?"

"I'm going to show you a good time." He smiled bluntly and slide his hand into Blaine's pants, through his underwear till he felt his fingers brush his crotch and cupped it in his hand.

"Sebastian p-please stop." He begged again, tears forming in his eyes. Flashbacks from last night were starting to fill his brain, the pain and throbbing through his body growing more, his face turning when he was being stroked now, biting his lip hard to keep his mouth shut from any moans escaping.

Sebastian pouted, giving Blaine's now hardening dick a hard squeeze, "Your no fun." He whined, picking up his pace with his hand, moving toward on his knees, leaning his head closer to his crotch and started teasing him with his tongue, licking around him slowly, teasing the tip as well.

Blaine was crying to himself, his arms across his face to hide himself, tears rolling down the sides of his cheeks. A slight moaning coming out when he was getting sucked on, feeling Seb bobbing his head and stroking him in between.

Sebastian didn't stop till Blaine had realized himself and cumed into his mouth, taking toilet paper and cleaned himself up as well as Blaine, fixing him back into his pants and left the bathroom, leaving and a traumatized Blaine on the floor.

Why should I even come to school if this is just going to happen to me?

"I can't...I-I can't m-move." The frighten boy muttered.

I just want to go home...no...I just want to run away from everything. From everyone. From life.