Chapter 8

At the end of the hall, where the restrooms were at, there was an exit. Blaine was carrying me in his arms through there. I faintly noticed when a crowd of men started surrounding us.

“Did you pull up my car?” Blaine asked one of them.

“It’s ready for you sir,” the man replied.

I was trying to concentrate on what was happening, but the pounding in my head was making it hard to focus on anything, even on Blaine.

“Madeline, stay with me. Don’t fall asleep,” Blaine told me.

It was almost like if he’d said that to lull me to sleep. As soon as those words left his mouth, I felt my eyes closing, and I ended up dozing off.

“We’re leaving today,” someone was saying.

I had my eyes closed, but light was streaming directly at my face and making it hard to continue sleeping. I opened my eyes lazily, trying to scan the room I was in.

“You’re awake.” That was Blaine’s voice.

“I’ll call if I need you,” Blaine said to the same man he had been talking to in the club. The man was… I could only assume one of his guards. He was tall, taller than Blaine who was a little over six feet. He was well built, and he had a serious expression on his face, scary looking even.

“Are you okay?” Blaine asked, coming over to my side.

He pulled up a chair next to the bed, keeping a healthy distance away from me. He was dressed in a dark suit, which was strange. The way he looked and how he was speaking to me reminded me of the day I snuck into his office.

“Say something. I need to make sure you’re okay.”

“Where are we?” I asked.

My voice sounded croaky. I placed my hand over my throat, not that it made it any better. Blaine must’ve noticed it, because he handed me a glass of water.

“We’re in a friend’s house. I had a doctor check you out. We tried waking you up, but you were out of it. You slept all night,” he said.

“A friend’s house?” I repeated breathlessly, after taking a long drink from the water.

I finished it all, while discreetly taking in my surroundings. I was with Blaine. It took me a moment to register that it was really happening. He looked immaculate in that suit. I liked the way he was dressed, if only he hadn’t been giving me that detached look.

Blaine’s stare unnerved me. His eyes were looking everywhere in my face.

“Vitaly has people everywhere. I went for the safest choice,” Blaine smoothly replied.

“Right,” I said, even though his explanation made just about as much sense as him being there.

“How are you feeling?”

“You called my mom,” I blurted out.

Blaine nodded, but he looked uncomfortable with my question. I waited for him to say something, but he didn’t. He messed with his tie, and looked away from me.

“Why?” I asked.

“You hadn’t called her. Just because you were having your fun with Vitaly doesn’t mean you should have forgotten about your mother. She cried the entire time I spoke with her,” he said with a frown, shaking his head at me disapprovingly.

“I called her as soon as I got the chance!” I snapped, not liking the accusing look in his eyes.

He was acting like if he cared more about my own mom than I did, and that was just nonsense.

“She’s my mom, Blaine. I had to ask Vitaly to let me call her first,” I said, defensively.

Blaine scoffed, and he shook his head at me again. “This is the guy you left me for?”

“What?”

“He was your new lover, and you had to ask for permission to call your own mom?”

“He’s not my lover,” I said through gritted teeth. Blaine was looking at me like if I was beneath him— it was so much like that day at Hale Industries.

“You can go to someone else with that story,” Blaine said, before getting up.

He sighed, roamed his eyes over me, and again shook his head. It seemed like he kept doing that to annoy me, to show his disapproval in me.

“I didn’t leave you for him because you and I were never together,” I told him, and that made him cringe.

“No, we weren’t,” Blaine agreed.

“Then you should stop looking at me like that,” I told him, hating the way his eyes continued to belittle me.

“I would never go out with someone like you,” Blaine said, condescendingly.

And his words hurt, they hurt a lot. I swallowed hard, trying to think of something to say to get him back, to cut deeper, but Blaine left before I got my thoughts in order.

So much for the reunion I imagined between us.

The last few days, I tried coming to terms with the fact that I would probably never see Blaine again. But thoughts about him played around my mind all the time. Blaine had changed the last few days he and I were locked up.

But the way he was behaving, without even letting me explain or defend myself, it made me realize that… Blaine was Blaine. We were together in a room for a few days, and that softens people up. If anything, Blaine might’ve been nicer to me because I was the only company he had.

I slumped back on the bed, and looked up at the ceiling. Even though I had had that argument with him, I still felt groggy and tired. I had a small headache, which felt like it was only going to get worse.

About ten minutes after Blaine walked out of the room, he came back.

“I shouldn’t have said that to you,” was the first thing he said.

“Oh, don’t mind me,” I said, in the fakest, sweetest voice I could use.

“I know girls like you don’t like to be called out,” Blaine continued, awkwardly.

“Girls like me,” I repeated, chuckling humorlessly.

“Yes, you know…” Blaine said, tensely messing with his tie.

“Amuse me, Blaine. What do you mean with ‘girls like me’?”

“You stayed with him because of his money,” Blaine said, and I heard the edge in his voice.

“No, I didn’t.”

I was going to tell him everything that had happened. It was fair for him to know, and I didn’t want him to keep thinking so bad of me. But he interrupted me before I continued.

“I see a lot of girls like you all the time. It isn’t new to me. But you hide it well. You look so innocent and act like you don’t care. It’s a good act, you should be proud of that,” he said, and he was being serious.

It didn’t sound like he was trying to hurt me, or throw it in my face. It sounded like he genuinely thought I was just after money, another gold digger. Somehow that was much worse than when he was throwing insults to get back at me.

“Why am I here, Blaine?” I asked, my voice losing some of the fight it had in it.

The headache wasn’t making anything better. I was sure that had little to do with the way I’d hit myself the night before, and more to do with the situation I found myself in.

Blaine was an insult away from appearing to be worse than Vitaly. At least Vitaly treated me good, like a princess even.

“I need you,” he said, and then cleared his throat.

My heart raced at his words, but of course he didn’t mean it the way I would’ve wished he had.

“For what?”

“Vitaly’s looking for you,” Blaine told me.

“He’ll get over me. He’s not going to care that you took me. We were barely together for a few days.”

“I doubt you’re that naïve to think Vitaly’s going to get over this as if it didn’t happen.”

“How do you know he’s looking for me?” I asked, sighing loudly. Blaine was hardly telling me anything of use. He kept giving me cryptic looks, which at least was better than when he was insulting me.

“Did you talk to him? Why are you here? And why did you come back?” I threw question after question, even though Blaine looked like he was in no mood to keep up with me.

“I never left.”

“You stayed here? You didn’t leave?” I asked, feeling quite surprised by that.

“Why should I? I told you I would get back at Vitaly for taking me,” Blaine said, giving me a half smile.

“Okay…” I said, not understanding what had suddenly made him so happy.

“He really likes you. What better way to get him back than to take you away from him,” he said.

I was shocked by his words for a total of five seconds, before I broke out laughing. The more I laughed, the deeper the frown on Blaine’s face grew.

“Why are you laughing?” Blaine finally asked me.

“Really? That was your plan?” I asked, and it was my turn to shake my head at him.

“I know what you wanted. You thought you were going to have it so easy by staying with him. You were right, he can provide for you. He has a lot of money, but I have a lot more. I doubt there’s much he can do for you if he doesn’t have you,” Blaine said, harshly.

I sighed at him, and went back to lying down on the bed. “You are one disturbed boy, Blaine,” I told him, before turning away from him.

“What are you doing?” He asked.

A shudder ran through my body when Blaine placed his hand on my waist, something that was unnecessary, and turned me over to face him. “We’re not done talking,” he said.

“I don’t have anything to say.”

“I do,” Blaine insisted, and he gave me a hard look.

I laughed, because he was probably trying to intimidate me, but he wasn’t going to get anywhere with me by giving me that look.

“Fine, Blaine. What do you want to talk about?” I asked, sighing loudly and dramatically.

I couldn’t hold off the grin from my face when I saw the frown Blaine was giving me. “Why are you acting so calmly?” He asked.

“Should I be worried?”

“I’m kidnapping you,” he said, but even he sounded unsure by his words.

“Uh huh, I’m sure you are,” I told him, nodding my head. I was going along with him, and making sure he knew that was what I was doing, which ended up annoying him.

“Vitaly is already looking for you. He’s not going to find you. I’m not going to let you go back with him, even though I know that’s what you want,” Blaine said, bitterly.

“Thank you,” I told him, and I patted his head.

Blaine jerked away from me, and the scowl on his face told me exactly how he was feeling. “Why are you thanking me?”

“You gave me my freedom. Thank you. Now I’m going to sleep because I’ve got a headache,” I said, once again turning away from him. “We can go home after I wake up.”

“You have a headache?” Blaine asked, and he reached closer to me.

He completely sat me up, while he took a seat on the bed right next to me. His hands were everywhere on my body— on my waist, over my stomach, before reaching my face.

“How does it feel? You have a small bump in your head,” he said, and he brushed his hand over it. I could feel it, because even his slight touch caused a small jolt of pain. “I should call the doctor again. He reassured me that you were fine,” he said, and I could hear the worry clear in his voice.

“Hey, Blaine!” I said, because I had already lost his attention. In just seconds he was on the phone, speaking to someone in who knows what language.  It wasn’t English, and it wasn’t Russian.

I didn’t understand Russian any better than I did the first day we got kidnapped, but I had learned to recognize it.

“Blaine!” I yelled louder, trying to get his attention.

Blaine held up his hand, but completely ignored me otherwise. After about five minutes of him yelling down at someone through the phone, he finally disconnected the call.

“I got another doctor,” Blaine told me.

“Did you just threaten someone?” I asked, frowning at him.

“I don’t like inefficient people,” Blaine said. Instead of sitting on the chair, like he’d done before, he sat right next to me on the bed, facing me.

“What hurts?” He asked, and he ran his hands over my cheeks and forehead.

His hand was cool, and it felt fresh against my skin. I closed my eyes, and took a deep breath, enjoying his touch. I really had missed Blaine those past few days. It was hard to admit it, and even more unexpected because of the way he had been treating me since I’d woken up, but it was true.

He was a complete jerk, but like it or not, I kind of really liked him.

“My head, and uh, my wrist,” I said, picking up my wrist for the first time and realizing it was wrapped up.

“It was bruised, but not broken,” Blaine said when he noticed me looking down.

My wrist didn’t hurt. I hadn’t even noticed it before, but the headache was still there. Being with Blaine distracted me though, because it made the pounding lightly stop.

Blaine’s worry on my well-being had softened him up, and I liked that. I wasn’t really up to putting up with Blaine while he was being a jerk.

“I just need some sleep,” I told him, and I turned away.

“Madeline,” Blaine called, shaking me so that I would turn back to face him. “The doctor is on his way. You can’t fall asleep again,” he told me.

I didn’t say anything. I simply closed my eyes and ignored him, while he tried to get me to wake up. He called my name a few more times, before sighing in exasperation.

“Fine, go to sleep,” he said, even though I was going to sleep whether he agreed or not.

He stayed with me for a couple of minutes. I leveled my breathing. I was calming down, and my body was relaxing because Blaine was right there next to me. He kept his hand over my waist the entire time. I was happy about that, because it made me feel good.

Blaine must’ve thought I had fallen asleep, because he left the room a little after that. Once I heard the door close behind him, I looked around the room.

Blaine had said it was a friend’s house, whatever that meant, but the room had his things. It was neat, and mostly bare, but some of his stuff were scattered around. The closet door was open, and I could see his things in there. There was a suit jacket, which I assumed belonged to him, over a chair.

There was an open laptop on a squared table to the side of the room, and a suitcase was placed right next to the table.

The room was too white and bright, fancy looking, but overall—it was plain.

Blaine stepped back into the room about a half hour later. He was followed by the new doctor he’d called.

The new doctor basically said the same thing as the one before. He gave me two aspirin, and told Blaine to take me to the hospital.

“I’m okay, Blaine. You don’t have to take me anywhere. I just want to go home,” I told him after the doctor had taken off.

“I can get you in a hospital to get you properly checked out right after we land. Taking you anywhere here in Russia is too risky,” he said.

“Right, because Vitaly would know about any hospital we check in,” I said, rolling my eyes at him.

“He can,” Blaine said.

“No, he doesn’t have to. This country is huge, and fake names do exist,” I told him.

“Well…” Blaine said.

“What?”

“My brother got a call from Vitaly last night after what happened in the club. He thinks it was me who took you.”

“It was you,” I stated.

“All five places where we could take off from have been surrounded by his people. He’s trying to track me down. We had been in a hotel and I had to move you because he found us,” Blaine explained.

I cocked my head to the side, and looked at him with curious eyes. “For a billionaire, you’re not too creative,” I told him.

My comment must’ve offended him, because Blaine frowned at me. “He has more reach than I do in this country.”

“Yeah, and you have a lot of money. I’m pretty sure that counts for something. It looks like if you don’t even care if you’re in … where are we?”

“Not anywhere near a city,” Blaine replied.

“Right, it looks like you don’t care that we’re in the middle of nowhere,” I told him.

“I care,” Blaine said, defensively.

“I’m not going to a hospital, and I also don’t need a doctor. So what’s the plan then?” I asked.

“We’re staying here.”

“Uh huh,” I said, nodding my head at him.

“We’re staying here for a few hours. My people will clear up a safe trip back home at night,” he said.

“And then I can go home?”

Blaine didn’t answer anything. He walked over to the table where his laptop was on, and acted like if I hadn’t just spoken.

“Because you kidnapping me was a joke, right?”

“If I let you go, how do I know you won’t go running back to Vitaly?”

“Why would you care?”

Blaine opened his mouth to speak, but then he shut it, and then opened it up again. He looked dumbfounded, like if I’d caught him off guard.

“It’s a simple question,” I said, but Blaine still remained quiet.

He started messing with his laptop. I waited for him to give me a proper answer, but he was pretending like if I wasn’t even there.

“I have a right to know,” I told him.

“I’m doing this to get back at Vitaly.”

“It’s not a creative way to do so. I would think you would have people to give you better ideas.”

“He’s already angry because you’re missing,” Blaine said.

“Yeah, and he’ll get over me and find some other girl to kidnap. Do you think he cares too much about me?” I asked, laughing.

“He cares more than you think,” Blaine added.

“I amused him. That’s all. I’m pretty sure it won’t be too hard to find someone even better than me, and hopefully soon. I think he’s lonely,” I said, and I actually felt bad about that.

“You care about him?” Blaine asked, glaring at me.

I shrugged, and ignored his question, like he had done to me earlier. “I’m hungry. What time is it anyways?”

“It’s eleven thirty. You didn’t answer my question,” Blaine pressed.

“What question?” I asked, innocently.

“Do you care about him?”

“I doubt you want to know that. After all, I’m just here as your hostage, right?” I asked, grinning up at him.

The look on Blaine’s face was priceless. He was mad that I hadn’t answered his question, and it served him right, for the way he was treating me.

“I’ll have someone bring you breakfast,” Blaine said, angrily.

“Can I call my mom?” I asked, because Vitaly always allowed me to call my mom around that time.

I still didn’t know how he monitored my calls, or if he recorded them and then listened to what I had said, but he always knew what I had talked about. It was irritating, but I was glad that he at least let me call my mom.

“Now you’re worried about calling her?” Blaine asked, mockingly.

“I call my mom every day, Blaine.”

“Did you leave anything important in Vitaly’s apartment?” He asked, his voice turning serious.

“I left my bag. I never really left the place, so I wasn’t carrying it to the club,” I answered.

“What do you have in there?”

“Important? I have my wallet with my ID, and some other stuff. I can go and get a new one once I get home.”

“You don’t have a passport,” Blaine stated, which meant he already knew I didn’t.

“Nope, I don’t.”

“That makes things more complicated.”

“Vitaly got me out of the country. I’m sure you can do something to smuggle me back in. You do have more money,” I said, taunting him.

“I do, and I will,” Blaine said, sharply. “You can stop comparing me to him.”

“I’m not comparing you to him,” I retorted, but I was, mainly because it was bothering him.

“I’ll get you breakfast,” Blaine said, before stalking out of the room, slamming the door shut behind him.

Blaine didn’t have to say anything for me to know exactly what he thought of me. I didn’t really understand why he even had me there. I was sure that after some time, Vitaly would forget I even existed.

“Mr. Hale wants to know if you need anything.” A guy— who looked about Blaine’s age— dressed in a suit, walked into the room with a tray of food.

The set up was reminding me a whole lot of the time I had spent with Vitaly. He walked over to the table and moved Blaine’s laptop to the side to accommodate the tray with food.

“Do you know where we are?” I asked.

“In the map?”

“Well, yeah, or anything that might help,” I asked.

“I don’t know if Mr. Hale would like for me to tell you that,” he said, looking like he wanted to make an escape out of the room.

“Where is he?”

“Downstairs. He’s making arrangements for our trip back home.”

“You’ve been here with him all week?”

“I was with Mr. Alexander Hale. When Mr. Blaine was released, I came back with him. I’m his assistant,” he explained.

“Assistant?” I asked, and smiled when the guy blushed.

“Did you need anything?”

“Nope, and thanks,” I said, nodding at the food, while picking up a muffin from the tray.

“The suitcase has clothes for you,” he said, pointing at the case I’d seen earlier next to the table.

Unlike Vitaly’s meals when we were kidnapped, the tray that Blaine sent had a lot more variety in the food. All of his people seemed to speak English, so I assumed they had all traveled with his brother before they got Blaine back.

When I looked out the window, I saw a few cars parked in a circular driveway. I was in the second floor of the house we were in.

I ate as quickly as I could, scarfing down most of my food and taking long drinks from the orange juice— not exactly my favorite drink— before I made my way to the door.

I was going to slip outside, and simply take off. Seeing Blaine hadn’t been what I was expecting. I didn’t need him to turn into Vitaly, or think that he had any control over me.

The hallway was empty, and it was like that the rest of the way to the stairs. I saw a few men, all in suits, passing by the foyer, and I waited until they left down a hall.

After they were gone, I sped down the stairs. I made it out the door without anyone stopping me. Outside, there was yet another guy in a suit. This one though, actually happened to be one of Blaine’s guards. He had been one of the guys who kicked me out of Hale Industries the day I snuck in.

“Miss Madeline,” he said, nodding at me.

Miss Madeline. I scoffed at that. I wasn’t used to being called that, and I was sure that it was Blaine’s doing. It wasn’t like I could forget the same guy who had just addressed me that way, had also dumped me in the back of the Hale Industries building the week before.

If only because I had to play nice with him, so that he would let me go, I actually greeted him somewhat properly.

“Hello,” I said, waving at him.

“The cars,” I said, nodding at the four black, sleek cars parked in front of the large house we were in.

“I don’t think Mr. Hale wants you to go anywhere.”

I knew for a fact that Blaine wanted me quietly locked upstairs. It seemed like he had overlooked telling his staff, because the guard was opening the back door to one of the cars for me to get in.

“Actually, I can take it from here.”

“You want to… take the car?” He asked.

“Yup,” I said, popping the ‘p’.

“Mr. Hale didn’t say you were going to be going anywhere,” he said, and his eyes drifted over to the front door of the house.

I didn’t have any plans. I didn’t know where I was going, but I wanted to piss Blaine off. Taking off with one of his cars seemed like a fairly good way to do that.

“I’ll take it from here,” I said.

He was going to let me go, I could see it in his eyes. And then Blaine appeared and ruined it all. The front door of the house opened up, and out came Blaine, running towards me and stopping me before I even got a chance to climb inside the car.

“What are you doing?” He yelled, pulling me away from the car.

“Leaving,” I replied.

“Where? You don’t know where you are!” He snapped, and I could hear the sudden desperation in his voice.

He grabbed my hand, and was trying to drag me back inside the house. “I’ve been locked up all week with Vitaly. I’m not going to sit around here waiting for you to think of something else to do to me. I don’t know why you’re mad at me and I don’t care to find out!” But I did care.

I had been hoping that things would’ve gone differently. I finally allowed him to walk me back into the house. He had a strong grip on my hand. When I tried to tug free from his hold, he only tightened his hand around mine.

“Why are you doing this?”

“I’m not doing anything. You keep blaming me for everything.”

Blaine stopped walking once we were inside the house. I noticed that the man from earlier, the same one from the club, was reprimanding the guard outside who was about to let me go. They were walking away, but from where I was, I could faintly hear what he was saying.

“You stayed with Vitaly,” Blaine told me flatly.

“Yeah, I did,” I said, because there was no point in denying that. There was just so much more to it than just that.

“You don’t think that’s enough?” Blaine said, raising his voice.

He dropped my hand, and took a few steps away from me. It seemed like he wanted to say more. He was pacing the room, but he seemed lost in his thoughts.

“I had no choice,” I told him.

I didn’t think he would hear me out, because he hadn’t earlier, but I was going to try to explain.

“Is this about your scholarship?” Blaine asked, frowning at me.

“Why would it be about that?” I asked. His question had been unexpected.

“I turned it down, and then I kicked you out. So you decided to stay behind with him to get me back.”

“Yeah, because it’s all about you,” I said, sarcastically.

“Then you really did it for the money. Those are the only two things that make any sense,” Blaine said.

I rolled my eyes at him, and crossed my arms over my chest. “You are as close minded as they come, aren’t you?”

“That day you told me you were staying because he could provide for you. What am I supposed to assume?”

“So you think I’m a gold digger?” I asked instead. “You keep telling me that you have more money.”

“I have a lot more money,” Blaine said, clenching his jaw.

“See? If I was just after money, I could’ve just stayed with you.”

“Well you probably already heard that I don’t do the serious girlfriend thing. And Vitaly was giving you an opportunity for that, so you stayed with him because he was planning to keep you around for longer,” Blaine said.

I gritted my teeth together to keep from laughing, because I felt kind of bad with the distressed look Blaine was giving me.  

“You’re not creative with certain things, but with others, you have a big imagination,” I told him, chuckling.

“Don’t try to act like if that wasn’t what you were doing!” Blaine snapped.

“Alright,” I said, nodding my head at him. “I won’t.”

The headache, which had calmed down earlier, was returning. Leaving the house had been bad idea either way. My safest choice was to stay with Blaine until he took me home.

All I wanted was to be in my small apartment, inside my small room, tucked in the covers of my twin bed, with my mom talking her head off, and the TV blaring in the living room. It was something so simple, which I had taken for granted all my life, but I was really missing in those moments.

I didn’t realize tears were spilling down my cheeks until I felt Blaine’s arms wrapping around my waist. I had been so out of it, I hadn’t heard him talking to me.

“I’m okay,” I told him, but my voice sounded shaky.

“Does anything hurt?” Blaine asked, trying to get me to look up at him.

I pressed my forehead against chest, and didn’t let him see my face. I had to get my thoughts in order. Sure I missed home, but I shouldn’t have broken down crying. I was so close to getting there.

“I’m okay,” I said.

I took a deep breath, discretely ran my hand over my eyes to clear up my tears, and finally pulled away from him.

“I can get the doctor-”

“I’m fine. I just want to go home,” I told him.

I completely stepped out of his reach. Blaine tried to get me in his arms again, but I just pulled away from him. I was tired of arguing, and apparently, I was feeling emotional.

“Look-” Blaine started to say, but I interrupted him before he could continue.

“I don’t want to hear it. You think the worst of me. I get it. I’m done arguing with you about it. Defending myself is useless. Think whatever you want. At this point, I honestly don’t care,” I told him, and I started walking up the stairs.

I hated that walking away from him hurt me. I wanted to keep telling myself that Blaine was a really attractive guy. He was handsome, and he appealing. It had to be the reason I was so attracted to him.

I wanted to keep telling myself that. But I didn’t believe it. Because there’s no way I would’ve been feeling that depressed about Blaine thinking the worse of me — unless I felt more for Blaine than I thought I did.

“If you want to go back with Vitaly,” Blaine started to say, and he cleared his throat. “I can take you to him,” he finished.

His words made me stop on my way up. I turned to face him, feeling even worse than I already did after he said that.

“And you called me naïve?” I said in a low voice.

Blaine frowned up at me, and he slowly walked up the stairs until he was five steps below me.

“The only reason I stayed behind that day was because he wasn’t going to let you go unless I agreed to stay with him,” I told Blaine, and when I did, I felt like if a weight had been lifted off my shoulders.

Blaine just stared at me, and I could literally see the color draining from his face. He didn’t look so tough now.

“Vitaly wanted me to stay with him. He asked me nicely, and I said no. He thought you and I were together, which meant I would care about your wellbeing. He told me that if I didn’t agree to stay with him, he would keep us both locked up.”

“He threatened you?” Blaine asked, looking like he didn’t want to be hearing what I was telling him, which was too bad for him because I wasn’t about to shut up.

“I could care less how much money he has. I could care less how much money you have. By the way, Vitaly doesn’t belong to the mafia, entirely. Although he does do things for them, that’s about it. That’s another thing you were wrong in. Like I said, you really do have a big imagination,” I told him.

I could practically see him eating back everything he had thrown at me that day. His jaw was clenched, but he still looked somewhat confused.

I gave him one last look, before continuing on my way to the room I had been in.

Now I just had to wait for him to take me back home. Even though it felt right that Blaine finally knew what had really happened, I didn’t feel any better.

He had been treating me like crap— talking to me like if I didn’t deserve any better. It hurt. That, combined with the homesickness I was feeling made me depressed.

That was definitely not the reunion I had expected for us. It was making me wish he had just left me with Vitaly. At least then, I had had a good image of Blaine.

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