Hey everyone! So I got a few requests to do a sequel to 'PDHM' and as promised here it is! :D I aim to please, and hopefully this will be up to scratch!Here's the first chapter I hope you all like! Enjoy! :)

Chapter 1

Her eyes flickered open as a loud thud echoed through the house. Sitting up slowly, she strained her ears for any noise. Her heart was pounding in her chest and she could feel herself beginning to tremble as she lifted herself off the bed.

The room was dark, save the moonlight creeping through the window, illuminating the terrified teen's long dark hair as she approached and opened her bedroom door. As she emerged onto the landing, she heard another heart stopping crash from downstairs. Stepping swiftly into another room, she grabbed one of her father's golf clubs.

She crept along the hallway, straining her ears for the slightest disturbance. As she reached the top stair, she peered into the dark hallway below, searching. The house was quiet once more but curiosity got the better of her as she began quietly down the stairs. Reaching the bottom, she decided it best to leave the lights off, and headed towards the kitchen. She raised the club above her head before swinging the door open.

The room was empty. She let out a deep sigh of relief, that didn't last long, as she continued her journey towards the living room. She failed to notice the back door, which had a smashed window and looked to have been forced open.

On entering the living room, her heart stopped. There, standing in the darkness on the other side of the room, was the man she had feared for most of her life. He took a small step towards her and by the light of the moon, she could see a small smirk on his lips and pure hatred in his dark brown eyes. At 6'4", he towered over her, and she couldn't bring herself to move as she stared up into his dark eyes.

He started towards her again and the moonlight caught on something he held in his hand. It sparkled silver and menacing in the soft light. A knife, she realised, and suddenly her body reacted, and she turned to run. Horror struck, as she realised that the door she had come through was now shut and wouldn't budge. Turning, she pressed her back firmly against the door, trying to get as far from the man as she could, but he was almost upon her now.

"Santana?" She looked at the man in front of her. It was not he who had spoken, but she was sure somebody had called her name. The voice was slightly distorted, but still sounded very familiar to the girl. "Santana?" There it was again. This time there was no mistaking it. It was Brittany. But the girl wasn't anywhere to be seen. Santana remembered just in time, that her father was fast approaching, and she just managed to duck out of the way as he swung his arm towards her.

Raising the club once more, she mustered up all her strength and aimed a blow directly at his head. The club made contact and a sickening crack reverberated around the room. But he didn't even react to the blow, he just stepped towards her again, the grin on his face widening. Santana took another step back and crashed the club into him again. Again he took no notice and suddenly he was upon her knocking the club out of her hand and raising the knife. She heard herself scream as he brought the knife down and plunged it deep into her chest. Blood began to seep out of the wound, and her father just stood there laughing. But then, he was coming back, knife in hand, ready to strike again-

"Santana!" The Latina's eyes shot open, as the voice that she had heard moments ago, seemed to have been magnified. She was in the hospital bed, Brittany at her side.

Her sheets had been thrown off and her gown stuck to her sweat covered body. She was shaking uncontrollably and couldn't bring herself to stop. Her hair was plastered to her glistening face and her injuries pounded, meaning she must have been moving.

She turned her head slowly to the side, where Brittany was sitting, holding tightly onto her hand, fear and worry clearly showing on her face. Santana immediately felt comforted, just by seeing the blonde, and she felt herself stop shaking.

"W-What h-happened?" Santana asked shakily, failing to keep her voice under control. She tried a weak smile, but only succeeded in grimacing and choking down a sob.

"You were having a nightmare San!" Brittany mumbled softly, tears glistening in her ocean blue eyes, "You were thrashing and screaming and you wouldn't wake up." The blonde sniffled sadly, tightening her grip on the Latina's hand, as realisation hit the brunette. Letting out a shaky breath, Santana closed her eyes for a moment. Immediately, the image of her father popped into her mind again, and her eyes snapped open. She felt the tears come, just thinking about the man made her want to run far, far away. Before they could fall however, there was a light knock on the door.

A moment later, a short, blonde haired nurse entered the room, wheeling a tired looking Maria Lopez in front of her. The nurse had a very fake smile plastered on her face, as she wheeled Mrs Lopez up to the side of her daughter's bed and turned and left without a word. Maria just stared sadly at her daughter for a few moments, taking in all the marks and bruises that had been left on her face and body by the man she loved. Tears began to form in her eyes as she took in the damage, but she swiped them away swiftly, determined to stay strong for her daughter's sake.

"Hey" she said softly, after a few minutes of the silent staring contest between mother and daughter, adding a sad but loving smile. Santana couldn't manage a response, so she just swallowed hard, holding back the tears that were threatening to spill over. Unable to look her mother in the eye, she looked down and focused on hers and Brittany's intertwined fingers, as her mother began to talk.

"How are you feeling?" Mrs Lopez began, not really knowing what to say.

"I'm okay" Santana murmured, not looking up.

"I'm- I'm glad to hear that. I was really worried." Mrs Lopez sniffled a little before going on, "Your fath-"

"He is not my father!" Santana almost yells, glaring at her mother.

"Okay, I'm sorry," Mrs Lopez apologises, "Carlos isn't awake yet. It's- It's still pretty bad." Her voice cracked slightly. She still loved him, even after all he had done. And she didn't like to see her family like this, so broken and hurt.

"Good" Santana replied coldly, returning her gaze to her hand, which Brittany was now rubbing softly with her thumb. Mrs Lopez' eyes widened at the girl's lack of emotion towards her own father, but before she could reply, a new voice interrupted her.

"Ah Miss Lopez! I'm glad to see you are awake! I have some good news!" Santana looked up to see a middle-aged doctor standing at the foot of her bed. He was holding some papers and grinning like an idiot. Santana resisted the urge to roll her eyes at the sudden optimism in the room. "It's time to go home!" he announced cheerfully, waving the papers he had in his hand, in the air, "I have you're discharge papers right here! And yours too, Mrs Lopez!" he exclaimed, turning towards Maria and smiling widely. "All you need to do is sign, and you're good to go!"

Santana looked first to her mother, who was trying her best to smile back at the overly-chirpy doctor, and then to Brittany, who was looking ecstatic and she gave her Latina friend an overexcited hug. Brittany was visibly bouncing as the doctor wheeled Mrs Lopez out into the hall to make any arrangements and sign the papers.

"Isn't this great, San?" Brittany squealed, racing around the room, gathering all the magazines, CD's and stuffed animals that now belonged to Santana since being admitted to hospital, most given to her by the bubbly blonde beside her. Santana couldn't contain the grin that appeared on her face at the sight of the blonde's excitement. She made to get up, but was swiftly reminded of all her injuries as her body started to ache.

Her recently relocated elbow throbbed in its sling and sharp bursts of pain were shooting up the same arm, which now had two breaks. Luckily, her concussion had subsided and other than a light headache, it gave her no trouble. The same could not be said for her right leg, broken in three places and bound in a thick cast. Groaning loudly, Santana flopped back onto the bed.

Brittany was beside her in seconds, helping her into clean clothes and pulling her wheelchair, which she would now be confined to for a considerable amount of time, from a corner and wheeling it in front of the Latina. Santana eyed the chair wearily, not making a move towards it. Brittany giggled softly at the other girl's hesitation and without warning, she picked up the Latina carefully, and placed her into the chair.

Santana let out a deep breath as she hit the chair. Looking at it with distaste, she tried to rid herself of all the feelings she was having in that moment, but she couldn't help but feel weak and trapped. She was vulnerable now and it terrified her. Brittany's hand on her shoulder offered her enough comfort to bring her out of her thoughts, at least for now.

"Let's go San" Brittany said softly, kissing the top of the Latina's head tenderly. Then she turned the chair around and headed towards the door.

So yay or nay?

I'm still not so sure about this story so i hope this was okay! I'd like to know if I should continue or not so please let me know what you thought! Also, if I do continue, i was thinking that i might introduce some more of the characters from the show!I dont know if thats a good idea so please let me know!

Ok so reviews are great and all that blah blah blah...

Till next time! :)