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A/N: Just re-writing and editing all the chapters :)
Chapter One: Bloodied
I walk into the school with bags under my eyes and a tired sluggish gait. Last night was unbearable, the pain hurt more than I anticipated it would. My fathers, they were really just my keepers after what they told me, had warned me about it. How I would be in pain for a while since it took so long for it to finally start, they said I just had to be patient and make sure no-one finds out. That was easy, I quit responding to texts and calls over the summer and soon everyone gave up. I didn't have to worry about hurting any of them. I am brought out of my thoughts by a voice. "Hey freak-show!" Sounded behind me. As I turn around out of habit I am hit by the icy goodness that is a delicious drink but horrible facial. A nameless new hockey player just slushied me as a 'initiation'. As I turn and walk away, my eyes blurring from the syrup and ice, I bump into something red and white.
I barely hear someone tell me to watch it before the pain registers, my back aches so bad I think I might pass out. The pain had never been this back, just a small tinge of pain over the last week, now it was almost unbearable. I can feel the blood soaking through my white tank and black sweater, I should have worn a dark tank top, I should have wrapped my back up. I mumble an apology before I stumble into the bathroom, forgetting to check the stalls before I rip into my slushy kit in my book-bag. My stuff flies in everywhere as I look for some pills, anything to take the pain away. I finally find some hydrocodone at the bottom of my bag, courtesy of my daddy. He said it would wear off quicker than on most people, my genetic make up would fight the pills. As I pop them in my mouth I swallow them dry and tear off my sweater, the cloth itches and sticks to my back. I hear the stall door open and I see the undeniable red and white school colors of a cheerio uniform along with a startled gasp and an "Is your back bleeding?"
I turn around and look at the innocent yet not so innocent cheerio. She has a confused and worried look on her face. Quickly and quietly in my head I thank the idiotic jock who slushied me used cherry on me, before I lied. "No Brittany, I just got slushied by one of the insufferable neanderthals we call hockey players." I try to smile reassuringly/
"Oh but it looks like blood." She tilts her head as she looks at my back. "It really does look like blood. I remember what it looks like on shirt because Lord Tubbington scratched me on my stomach when I wouldn't let him attack Santana. He loves Santana!" She goes from confused and worried to happy and lovesick as she finishes the sentence.
"They're both red so I can see why you were confused but its fine I have a slushy kit here to change out of my sweater." I stay calm hoping she will forget about the blood. The rest of her sentence catches up and I ask her in confusion. "Wait why would Lord Tubbington attack Santana if he loves her?" Right now I like the randomness about Brittany. Most times it confuses me, but this time its taking my mind off the pain in my back though it could also have to do with the pain medicine that is coursing through my veins.
She looks at me skeptically and I smile sincerely, hoping she buys it. "Oh, well hopefully the stain comes out. I've never been slushied. Santana keeps them away and so does my awesomeness but I did spill my lemon and lime slushy on me at the movies. Santana was doing this thing with he-"
"Brittany." I say her name, trying to stop the mental image she was putting in my head. I don't need to picture Santana doing things to Brittany. She scares the living daylights out of me even though I don't show it. Though I guess I can get over that with my new-found information.
"Oh, you don't like me to talk about sexy-times either? San gets this blush when I start saying stuff in front of other people. Wait what was the question you asked me earlier I forgot?" Brittany says with an adoring smile on her face.
"I asked why Lord Tubbington attacked Santana if he likes her?" I explain this as I move to put my book back into my book bag, completely forgetting that I was in just a tank top and skirt as I move around the bathroom.
"He doesn't like her, he loves her. And he likes to attack her with motor chest when she pets him. He loves to cuddle with her. Did you know cats have a motor in their chest that goes off when they're happy?" She asks this with such seriousness I am at a loss for words, motor chest does she mean purring? Slowly but surly she is taking my mind off of my back.
"Do you mean purring Brittney? It does sound like a motor and most cats do it when they are happy." Only Brittany would consider a cat purring as attacking someone.
"Yeah! I always forget its called purring! It sounds so much like a motor. I thought he was part robot like Artie is." She once again says this with a serious face. This girl is an enigma, I think as I tell her i'm going to the stall to change and that she should probably wash her hands.
She happily says "Okay." As i'm changing I feel my clean shirt sticking to my back. Even after I had clean everything off. I should have brought a wrap or something. I put my stuff in my bag before my head starts to get fuzzy. I stumble to sit on the toilet as the world tilts. 'God my head hurts.' I think as I hear the bathroom door slam open, or closed. Maybe Brittney left I think until I hear Santana's unique and husky voice.
"Britt-Britt what are you still doing in the bathroom? Lunch is almost over." I can hear the confusion and concern in Santana's voice. She always did have a soft spot for the dancer.
"I had to pee, then I heard Rachel come in. She was all red. I think she was bleeding but she said it was just a slushy. Do you think she's lying San? It looked like blood." Brittany voice went higher in pitch with each word, each word tinged in worry. I inwardly groaned, why couldn't she have left? Why does my life have to be so difficult?
"I'm sure the smurf is fine, it was probably just a red slushy like she said Brittany. No need to worry." I hear Santana try to calm Brittany down before she is cut off by the blonde's surprisingly stern voice.
"No San it looked like blood. I know what blood looks like. She is lying and I think she is hurt." Brittany voice is worried yet keeps a firm tone. She is telling Santana how it is, not trying to convince her of her idea. I silently beg Santana to ignore her, to have her dislike for me make her leave me alone.
I can either walk out now and prove Brittany's story or wait it out hoping Brittney forgets about me being in here as they continue to argue and Santana does as I wish she would. I should know that my luck isn't in my favor today. I hear a resignation sigh. "Alright Berry come out. I know you're there, I can practically hear your breathing escalating." Santana says this so calmly that I know i'm screwed. Why can't people leave me alone?
