Chapter 8

"Kay-lee? Oh my God where have you been?;" he asked loudly . He rushed over to me and crushed me to him. He held me so close I melted; the feeling familiar and very comforting. With a heavy sigh he drew back and cupped my cheeks.

“Are you okay? Where were you? And what are you doing here by yourself? Is everything alright? Oh baby I missed you so much,” and before I could try to answer his questions he pressed his lips to mine. His kiss was sweet, filled with longing and hurt. I tried to kiss back but I was so weak and dazed. I let him do all the work, and he claimed my lips, willing me to him. and suddenly all that i had read about him seemed so unreal and lie. He pulled away and looked down at me.

"Take me home with you," I whispered and he nodded. He took me around to the front passenger seat and put me in. then after walking back to his side and settling into his driver seat, he drove off.

Fortunately, his parents weren't home. We got in and headed straight up to his room. He took off his jacket and placed it on the bed before turning to me.

“So...lets talk,” he said calmly. I looked up at him for a while. Saying nothing, just staring. Then I just threw myself at him. I think maybe it was all the anger and hurt that made me act the way I did. I had come to realize but I couldn't stop. I needed this. Needed a way to vent all that happened and just find some kind of release.

I kissed him deeply, throwing my arms around him and pulling him close. I could feel how hesitant he was at first then he started to relax a little and kiss me back. He moved with me, our bodies bracing together. I pulled away only to put my palms on his cheek and kiss him even deeper. I pulled him down on the bed to me. He anchored himself up on his hands as he moved from my lips to my neck. I could feel myself falling; I was loosing control. I rolled over and pinned him beneath me. He stared up at me as I began to pull my shirt over my head. But half way through the task he stopped me.

“Wait,” he said breathing heavily, “this is unlike you. What's going on?” I ignored him and pushed him down again. But he held me by the shoulders and push me back up. “Kay”

“Please don't stop, I need this.” I whispered, reaching for him again. I felt as his hands went up under my skirt and gripped my butt firmly, lifting me in the air as he stood. Then I frowned as I realized he only did it to set me on my feet.

“Kay open your eyes and look at me.” I obeyed. Why was I expecting to see a mask? I shook it off. “What is wrong with you?

“What do you mean?” I said obviously being oblivious and wondering the same thing myself.

“You went missing for two whole weeks, then I find you alone in the night at a gas station and now you're here acting like a sex-starved animal. We need to talk.”

“There's nothing to talk about ok.” I heard frustration in my voice. I really has been a rough, couple of weeks. If that's the right word to use. And I really didn't feel like talking. I reached for him, in the last attempt, and when he stepped back I dropped my hands to my sides and just exhaled.

“What happened?” he insisted.

“Nothing Blaine. I really don't-”I was cut short as he threw his hands up into the air and flopped down on the bed. He shook his head and muttered something. Something unlike him, new and shocking to me. It was muffled but my ears caught it the instance it was out. Dios moi. Is that...? No it cant be.

“Did you just speak Spanish?” I asked easing away from him a bit. He looked confused, as if my question somehow startled him.

“Yea. I do it in my courses remember.”

“No you don't Blaine. You do French and Latin. We both do them together.”

“I uh...”

I turned away from him and held my forehead. So it was true. All of it that was in the file. Oh my gosh.

“All of what? What file? Kay what are you talking about?” I hadn't realize I had spoken out loud. I turned back to him and my eyes narrowed as I realized it was an entire new person standing before me. Not the cute little black-haird boy I met back in freshman year. But a liar. A complete betrayer.

“Take off your shirt” I said to him remembering I had read that he had a tattoo of a gun in the middle of his back. I still needed the complete confirmation.

“What why?” he drew his brows together.

“I just want to look at you.”

“You can see me pretty fine right now.”

“Blaine-”

“Kay I'm not taking off my shirt.” it was final. Flat. I contemplated the idea of just going to him and ripping his shirt off but as I conjured the thought I also conjured the fact that it might not go as easy and simple as it sounded.

“So its true isn't it? You really do have a tattoo of a gun in the middle of your back. And you're not from California, you're from Colombia which explains why you just spoke Spanish.”

He was quiet. He sat back on the bed and stared at the ground, pulling his brows together as if rationalizing something.

“Who told you?” he asked carefully without looking up at me. I blinked.

“You're not even denying it. Oh my god.” My breath caught in my throat and I suddenly felt sick to my stomach for the way I acted earlier.

“Who told you? Was it Jaime?” my head snapped up to him and my eyes narrowed once more.

“Jamie? Why would-” I thought about it for a bit and almost laughed in disgust. “You and her...Didn't you?...” when he didn't answer I knew I'd gotten my answer. “Who else knows besides her?”

“That's besides the point.”

“Like hell it is. How can you hide something like this from me? I thought we didn't keep secrets. That we'd tell each other everything.” My voice was breaking a little.

“I was ashamed ok. Normally when a guy is chasing a girl he doesn't reel out his dreadful past to her.”

“And what happens to after you've finally gotten her?”

“I still couldn't. I had fallen so deeply in love with you, I was scared that if I told you you'd run off like Jaime and I just-” he raised his fist and clenched his jaw as he realized what he said. Without another glance in his direction I just headed for the door. He rushed over and stood before it, blocking me.

“Kay-lee please don't. Just talk to me-”

“About what Blaine?” I wanted to be mad but my voice broke again and tears streamed down my face.”About the fact that you hid who you are from me or that you're f*****g my friend?”

“All of that is behind me. Behind us. I didn't tell you because I was scared how you'd feel then.”

“And how do you think I feel now?! I'm hearing all this s**t about a real messed up family, a real horrible confrontation went down today that landed someone in the hospital and just when I thought I'd found refuge in my boyfriend, it turns out the stories about him are true too.”

“I'm confused right now. Who's telling you stories and who's in the hospital?”

“It doesn't matter Blaine.” I took a deep breath and gathered myself together. “I thought you loved me but its clear that you don't or you would've told me the truth.”

“Kay give me a chance to expl_”

“Sorry. I'm all out of giving chances.” I made for the door but he wouldn't move. “Let me out.” I commanded sternly.

“You're not going anywhere. I said we need to talk and that's what we're going to do.” his expression and tone had changed now. More serious. But I wasn't going to back down.

“I have nothing more to say to you.”

“Then I talk and you just listen.”

“I really don't want to hear anything you have to say. I've already made up my mind so let me out.” I reached for the door handle and he slapped my hand away. I looked up at him and he had the audacity to be looking down at with a stern expression and have gritted teeth. I reached up to slap him and he grabbed my hand to stop me, reaching out with the other hand and holding my throat. I tried to pull his hand away but he moved with me, all the way over to the bed and sat me down on it. I chocked as his hand tightened.

“B-Blaine stop you're hurting me.”

“Good. Now you can listen. Jaime meant nothing to me okay. Nothing. I love you and only wanted to protect you. Who I was in my past is not the person I am now.”

“I don't want you” But even I could hear the lie. He lied yes but it didn't just instantly change how I felt about him and all that we had shared.

“Yes you do don't deny it. I wont let you go.”

“But I need you to, I cant breathe.”

“You have to say you wont leave me first.” Besides the fact that he indeed lied to me and that he was choking me, there was a part of me that couldn't help admit that I still loved him. But I couldn't just stay with him after all that happened. I needed space. And time, to think about everything.

“I need time to-”

"No! No time to think about anything. You need to say it. Say it now and promise me Kay. Promise me you wont leave.”

“Blaine I-”

“Say it!” he shouted and squeezed harder. I choked again and tried to pull his hand off but he was way too strong. “Say it Kay, say it now. Say it!” the more he spoke was the harder the squeezed and more air I was gasping for. He kept repeating and I knew I'd pass out before I could answer again.

Just then the door busted open and Abductor stood bold and completely gorgeous as ever in the doorway...