Pain. Pain was the only thing that existed in his mind, at that moment. Pain. He felt pain everywhere. Pain. And then everything went black, before his eyes. He could hear something, far far away from his world. 'Sammy! Sam, wake up!' Crying. Was it Stacey? Stevie? His mother? He didn't know. He couldn't recognize the voices. Because pain. Pain was the only thing that existed in his mind.

He woke up in his bedroom. He recognized the dark blue and green colors at his wall. He walked to the mirror. Then he saw how he looked. Awful. His lips where thick. Thicker than normal. His face was covered with bruises and scars. 'What happened?' He thought to himself. He walked downstairs. He saw his mother crying. 'Where is Dad?' He asked. His mother looked up from her paper. 'Sam! You're alive!' 'Um, yeah. What happened last night?' His mother sighed. 'It was your father, again.' She answered his question. 'Where is he now? And where are Stevie and Stacey?' 'They are at school.' 'Where is Dad, mom?' 'Sam sit down please.' 'Mom, where is dad?' He asked a little more angry. His mother was full of silence now. 'Tell me where he is mom.' he yelled. 'Okay, he is at his work.' She said. Sam didn't believe her. 'You're lying' He walked back to the hall. 'Sam wait. No, Sam don't go to the basement, Sam!' In the basement he found an all drunk man. Sam walked back to the living room. 'He is in the basement. Was that so hard to tell?' He went back to his room, to look in the mirror once again. 'Awesome.' He thought. Tomorrow I have to go to school, and I'll look like a zombie.

'Santana, hurry up! We don't want to be late at our first day.' Quinn said to a door. 'I'm not going. I've got a BHD!' Santana answered. 'A what?' 'A BHD, Bad Hair Day. I look terrible.' Quinn rolled with her eyes. 'There are worse things happening right now San.' She said. Santana has locked herself up in the bathroom for hours now. 'Open the door, then I'll help you.' Santana opened the door. 'Really San? That's what you call a Bad hair day?' 'Please help me Q!' 'Okay okay' Quinn said while she was putting Santana's hair in a ponytail. 'You go girl' 'Thanks Q, you're the best sister ever!' 'I know, I know. Now let's go.'

'Lady's and Gentleman, listen up. You too Puck. Today we have two new students. This are Quinn Fabray and Santana Lopez.' The teacher said. 'Santana, you can sit down next to Rachel.' He pointed at a brunette with a animal sweater. 'Quinn sit down next to Sam.' He pointed at a Blond guy with a face covered with bruises.
Quinn sat down, not paying any attention to him. She thought that he was one of those bad boys were she better could stay away from. She didn't want any trouble with him, or her father. He was very strict. She remembered his words: 'Stay away from boys, especially bad boys and no boyfriends. They will distract you from school.' She really missed her own dad. He died by a car accident last year. A few months ago, her mother felt in love with Mr Lopez, Santana's father. They married and decided to move to Lima Ohio. Quinn and Santana became stepsisters, but it feels like they're real sisters. Suddenly she heard the voice from the blond guy. 'de dónde eres?' He said. 'I'm sorry?'
'Um Mr Schue just said that we have to start a conversation in Spanish with the person that sits next to you.' 'Oh, I'm sorry, I was somewhere else with my head.' 'Can I ask you where?' He asked. 'You can ask that, but I wonder if you would get an answer back.' He laughed. 'Okay, let's go further with Spanish. De dónde eres?' 'Soy de Chicago.' 'fresco.'

'Sammy, can I listen to your music too?' 'Sure Stacey' He give her one of his earphones. 'Stevie wants too!' Sam sighed. 'Okay, okay. Here.' He give him the other earphone. He smiled when he saw them both listening with their eyes closed. His father walked in. Sam could hear the smell of alcohol from miles away. 'C-cute' the man said. Then he saw the earphones. 'Sam! What the hell are you doing? That hard music could damage their ears forever!' 'I'm sor...' BAM.

Pain. Pain was the only thing that existed in his mind. This time he didn't faint, but when he looked in the mirror he saw that his face had more bruises now. Pain.

Santana threw her bag at the table. 'Three classes. Three full lessons next to Rachel Berry. Three times she had the same lesson as me. Three.' 'Was it really that worse?' Quinn asked. 'Yeah, but enough about her. Tell me about the cute blonde you sat next to with Spanish.' 'You mean Sam? Well, I have to confess, he is much nicer then I thought he was.' 'Ohlala' 'But he is still not my type. Did you see those bruises? I bet he is fighting a lot. And besides that, your father told us to stay away from boys.' 'Damn I totally forgot about that.' 'You forget everything Santana.' 'Doesn't matter. You got the brains. I got the looks.' 'Yeah, totally.'

A/N: Hey guys. Hope you liked this chapter. I continue if I have at least 3 good reviews. I got lots of ideas so I hope you review soon! Xo