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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Fandom:
      Glee
  Character:
      Noah_Puckerman, Finn_Hudson, Kurt_Hummel, Blaine_Anderson, Santana_Lopez,
      Tina_Cohen-Chang, Sam_Evans, Mike_Chang, Mercedes_Jones, Brittany_S.
      Pierce, Artie_Abrams, Will_Schuester, Sue_Sylvester
  Additional Tags:
      Angst, Cutting, Abuse, Past_Child_Abuse, Suicidal_Thoughts, Suicide
      Attempt, Rape/Non-con_Elements
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-06-22 Chapters: 2/? Words: 2318
****** Clinging on the Edge (Revised and back from the dead) ******
by Wolfblood66
Summary
     Puck's life seems to be spiraling out of control and know ones sure
     why. Can his friends from the glee club help him turn it around or is
     it to late for Puck to escape. Ok so I'm absolutely terrible at
     writing a summary sorry. Just give it a chance please.
Notes
     This is a revised story the other version will be taken down shortly
     please don't bother reading it. It still the same story hopefully
     just better written and now has an end game. Sorry this took me so
     long to do not making excuses I will finish it this time.
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Falling out of Bed *****
Chapter 1: Falling out of Bed
Puck was curled up in a tight ball on his bed staring blankly at the cold
cement wall in front of him trying to remember a time when he wasn’t so utterly
terrified and in so much pain. He had one arm curled around his knees pulling
them as close to his body as possible while trying his best not to put too much
pressure on his ribs. His other arm was up by his head while his hand pulled at
his mohawk. Tears were still making their way down the sides of his red cheeks.
He had been laying here for over an hour now just whimpering. His shirt and
even his mattress now soaked in his own tears.
 
He just laid there cowering in fear waiting for the bastard to show his crooked
smile at the top of those basement steps again. He prayed as hard as he could
that he wouldn’t be making another appearance today. He had thought all this
bullshit was over years ago. He had thought the pain and misery were all over,
but that was all a cruel trick. The trick had worked so well he had begun to
let people in. He had started to show people he wasn’t just this cold heartless
bastard like everyone made him out to be. He feeling just like everyone else
did. Sure he still could be the heartless bastard but that was more just a
precaution to keep people at bay. He still had a hard time trusting people but
he had begun to open up around the glee club. They were the only people other
than his mother and sister who were allowed to see another side of him.
Everyone else was only shown the cold heartless badass side, but still it had
been real progress compared to the last several years of his life.
 
Now all that progress would be gone. He would push everyone back out and never
let them in again. He had to put the walls back up. They had been there for a
reason why had he ever thought to start tearing them down. He had been such
fool to think he could finally start to be himself to let others in. He was so
wrong how he could let others see this side of him, this weak pitiful thing he
was. If they saw this side of him they would finally see the coward he truly
was. They would call him a sick freak Puck knew this to be true. So he would
have to rebuild those walls, become that heartless bastard once more in order
to make sure no one found out the truth of his dark secret. It was the only
defense mechanism he had at his disposal. He had learned to survive this way
once he could do it again, he was sure.
 
As he was laying there staring at the wall he felt a sudden jolt of movement in
left back pocket. The sudden movement startled him so much so he flew right off
his mattress and fell straight on to the hard cement floor. A loud thud sound
could be heard as his back made contact with the grungy floor. White hot pain
rushed all over his already aching body he couldn’t help the scream of agony
that escaped his mouth. He was already in so much pain he felt he would soon
pass out. He hoped the bastard upstairs was too far gone to hear his scream. He
glanced wearily up at the stairs but to his relief he saw no coming down them.
The bastard must still be passed out Puck thought.
 
Puck took the source of the recent pain out of his back left pocket only to
instantly regret the decision. It was his cell that had caused the commotion
alerting him to a text from Finn. Another one came through a second later as he
laid there on the icy floor of his room.
 
Finn’s text: What’s up with u haven’t been to school in 3 days. U sick? No
one’s heard from u in the last couple of days. Mr.Shue is getting worried.
 
Great this was all Puck needed people poking their noses into his business. He
had no clue as to what he should tell Finn. There is part of him deep down
that’s screaming to tell someone his horrible secret maybe Finn could help him,
he’s your friend after all. Then there is the voice that tells him there’s no
way Finn would even believe him besides that he’d think you’re sick for even
saying such a thing. The later of the two voices wins out. Telling him you have
no friends anyhow remember not anymore anyway. It’s just best to ignore Finn
for now he thinks as he gets back on to his bed. All he wants to do now is
sleep. At least when I’m a sleep I get a temporary break from the pain he
thinks to himself as his eyes slowly drift close. Just before they fully close
though he gets one more text from Finn that he reads before throwing his phone
in his laundry hamper.
 
Finn’s text: Dude r u even alive?
***** The damage that has been done *****
Chapter Notes
     I may have forgotten some tags I'll try and remember them as I go.
     Please bare with me here. Oh also kudos are always appreciated. Thank
     you for reading hope you enjoy.
Puck awoke to the objecting noise of his own grumbling stomach. He looked over
to his alarm clock which was now showing the numbers 12:33 in bright green.
Puck started trying to think back to when was the last time he had eaten, had
it been the day before yesterday? That sounded about right but he wasn’t 100%
sure, eating wasn’t one of his main priorities any longer. He should probably
eat sooner rather than later though he thought.
He began to slowly get up out his bed gasping at the sudden pain that flashed
through his body with the slight movements. His legs wobbled under him
protesting as he stood upon them. His whole body felt stiff and sore, but there
was nothing more he could do other than bite down hard on his lip to keep the
sounds of agony from escaping. His body wasn’t use to this type of punishment
anymore; it had grown soft over last couple of years in the beast’s absence. He
would have to learn how to take a beating again as his future promised many
more to come.
He began to make his way over to his bathroom on his coltish like legs. Once he
had finally made it inside he looked up at the cracked mirror hanging above his
sink. The young man that stared back at him he barely recognized to be himself.
The person who was now looking back at him was a stranger. A stranger who’s
whole body was shrunken in on its self, whose eyes were swollen and red with
bags under them. The stranger’s left eye seemed to also be sporting a pretty
gnarly looking shiner. This stranger looked terrified to be here, like all he
wanted was to just leave.
The man was no stranger though Puck knew this. It was his former pitiful self-
back again and this time to stay. The self he hoped he would never have to see
ever again, after all these years it was back. He started to take in more of
the damage that had truly been done to him. He could see dry crusted blood on
his bottom lip. He wasn’t sure if he was the one who had done that by biting
down on it to keep the screams of hurt from leaving his mouth or if it was
caused by the man throwing the punches. Either way it was sore and beginning to
swell.
Puck backed away from the mirror a bit to take a look at the rest of him. It
wasn’t a pretty picture to look at; his right wrist was pulsing and had turned
an angry shade of red. He couldn’t really feel the pain from it though because
that entire arm was hanging limp at his side. His shoulder seemed to emanate
the most pain, looking at it now he was sure it was popped out of its socket.
He was also fairly positive he wasn’t going to be able to get it back in on his
own, he sighed in frustration. With his good arm Puck began to lift up his
shirt only to let another gasp of pain escape his lips. Moving that way had
sent a sharp stabbing pain through his sides. Underneath Puck’s shirt were a
number of black and blue bruises intertwining across his abdomen. He hoped none
his ribs were broken he couldn’t afford a trip to the E.R where they would ask
questions. His whole body looked like it had been through a meat grinder, felt
like it had too. He let his shirt slide back down over his throbbing body,
there was nothing he could do for it now he would have to go out and get
supplies for it later. He splashed some cold water in his face before exiting
the bathroom.
Puck could hear a slight buzzing noise in the corner of his room as he exited
the bathroom. He slowly made his way to where he had thrown his phone the night
before. He was shocked to see he now had 5 new voicemails, one from the school
and about 20 or so unread text messages. Puck began to clutch at his mohawk
with his good hand while he started to play the voicemails. The first one was
from Finn.
“Dude what’s up with you; did you lose your phone again? Look no one’s been
able to get ahold of you for at least the last 3 days. Man, were really
starting to get worried about you. You haven’t shown up for glee or football
let alone class. What the hell’s going on did you get thrown back in juvie for
something? Just give me a call when you get this.”
The next voicemail that Puck listened to was from the school. Well actually it
was Mr.Shue calling on behalf of the school.
“Noah this is Mr.Shue the school has reported you currently have 3 unexcused
absences as of today. Please contact us immediately we are starting to get
concerned for your wellbeing. We have also left several voicemails with your
mother but have yet to receive a response. The proper authorities will be
contacted if we don’t receive a response soon. We are really worried, please
Puck just give someone a call.”
Puck felt the anxiety in him trying to claw its way out of his throat. This was
the worst part of this whole thing trying to come up with believable excuses to
tell people. It hadn’t been so bad when he didn’t have any friends and for the
most part everyone feared him. He didn’t have to explain anything back then no
one cared. Maybe he was just fooling himself now though why would anyone give a
shit now no one seemed to in the past. He would figure out some kind of lye he
always did. In fact he had become quite good at it over the years. He had to if
he didn’t want anyone to see how actually weak he was. He listened to the next
three voicemails on his phone the next one was from Quinn.
“Puck this is a bunch of bullshit making us all worry like this. Seriously what
is wrong with you! I’m so tired of this kind of shit grow up already!”
Well that one actually had been terrifying to listen to, Quinn’s shouting was
quite unnerving to Puck. Her yelling had actually started to cause him to
tremble. He begrudgingly played the next of the voicemails.
“Noah sweetie I know you’re probably just having a good time but you really
must go back to school on Monday. I have called the school and explained the
situation but I swear Noah if I find you played hooky again Monday I’ll wring
your neck. I will not be belittled by that principal of yours again you hear me
mister, get your butt to school! Your sister and I should be home next Sunday.
Your sister says hi and wishes you were here. She is doing quite well in her
dancing contest, she may actually win it! Be good sweetie and call your mother
love you!”
Puck felt a twinge of guilt for making his mother worry over him that’s the
last thing he wanted. He quickly shot off a text telling her he was sorry and
that he would be in school Monday. He then pushed play and listened to his last
voicemail which had been sent a few minutes after his mothers.
“Puck this is Finn again, I’m kind of beyond worrying at this point Mr.Shue
said they haven’t been able to get ahold of your mother either. God you’re
really starting to freak me out! I’m coming over after school today since we
only have a half day anyway. I’ll bust down the door if I have, to figure out
if you’re even still alive. When I went over yesterday and knocked on your door
no one answered. I hope you’re ok.”
A cold sweat washed over Puck as the thought of Finn trying to breakdown his
door entered his mind. That would only serve to anger the beast and make his
life even more miserable then it already was. He couldn’t let Finn do that; he
couldn’t stand to take another beating so soon it might just kill him. Puck
slowly got up and started getting dressed as quickly as he could with his whole
body feeling like an open festering wound. He then made his way up his basement
steps to hopefully intercept Finn before he got to his front door.
End Notes
     I'm still very new to writing fandoms and when I first started this I
     was terrified of what other people thought which put me off writing
     for a long time. I'm better now though and hopefully no one will be
     to harsh.
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