AN: So like I said, this is a graphic story, I'll try to tone it down but I've seen worse on here. This story contains heavy triggers. Let me know any concerns you have!
I come from a broken home. I live with my grandparents now. My father is in jail. I have no clue who my mom is. I pretend to be a ditz to prevent anyone except Quinn from getting close to me.
Then Santana Lopez showed up.
She managed to decode me. Somehow, she understood me.
Until he was taken away, I had to hide the bruises, the scars, the pain in my eyes. I developed a rep as a ditz or stupid because I danced around every topic that could lead to my dad.
I hated myself. I found myself believing what he said. I was worthless. Replaceable. The reason I didn't know my mom.
During freshman year, Santana Lopez transferred. We immediately became friends. We joined the Cheerios together.
One day, he wasn't careful enough. He left a giant bruise on my shoulder, starting next to my neck and ending just below the shoulder. I didn't notice it.
By this time, Santana and I were getting our sexy times on. We hadn't informed anyone of our relationship yet, either. She brushed across my neck and I stiffened, wanting to scream with pain.
He eyes traveled to the spot, and she gently slid my uniform's shoulder down.
She recoiled. I was helpless. I had no way to tell her that I wasn't as ditzy as everyone thought, that my dad should be in jail.
She took a few deep breaths. "Who did this Britt?"
I squeaked. If I told her, she would most likely kill him and my safety net of ditzdom would evaporate.
The only other person who knew was Quinn.
I walked into the room, and saw a horrific sight. I thought my dad was the only one.
Quinn was being held down by her dad, her head turned away. I watched with terror as he punched the shit out of her.
We discussed it later. We made a pact to always be there for each other.
"Karofsky." I lied.
She sucked in a breath and kissed the bruise. She ran out of the janitor's closet and I heard her yell.
I smiled that she would do that for me, but it evaporated when I realized she was hitting the wrong guy.
A few months later, I ended up in the hospital because of him. He had tried to kill me, so drunk he thought I was my mom. He smashed an empty Vodka bottle against my head and then almost suffocated me. I managed to push him off, and called Santana. She didn't ask questions, she thought I was so ditzy I hit my head.
A year later, it was getting worse. He was aiming for more noticeable spots, or hitting harder in less noticeable spots.
One day I sent Santana to pick up some batteries.
I heard a sickening crash, and I bolted my door.
"Brittany! Get the fuck down here!" I winced.
I heard him slam a door, and his heavy breathing from downstairs penetrated my room. I gulped.
I hid in my closet and heard Santana come in the door. Shit, he was too drunk. He thought Santana was me.
I heard a scream.
I heard the noise I knew all too well, the sound of his fist connecting with flesh. I grimaced. Shit. Another scream.
"BRITTANY! NO,NO,NO, PLEASE! BRITTANY!" I jumped out of my closet and ran downstairs.
I found my dad sitting on top of her, punching the snot out of her beautiful face. "You…will…come…when…you're…called." He panted, still punching.
I saw tears stream down her face.
I turned him around and smacked him. Hard. No one messes with my girl.
He seemed to sober enough to realize that she wasn't me.
He smiled a sickening grin and grabbed my hair.
"Shit, Santana, get the fuck out of here! Don't call the cops, I'll explain later!"
She nodded and gulped, but didn't move. Probably shell-shocked.
He dragged me towards his study. He locked the door and positioned me on the desk so my head was touching the ground.
He started with my stomach. My abs hissed in pain as he brought his fists down on them, showing no reason to stop. I screamed as he hit a rib, probably breaking it.
He moved to my arms.
Then he did something he could never apologize for.
He kicked my head. Hard, repeatedly.
I was sobbing, not caring about masking my emotions anymore.
He stopped and launched himself on me, dragging my head up by a fistful of my hair.
"You. Little. Slut. You will come when you are called, you hear me? You are so insignificant. The reason your mother left. You tell that Latin bitch anything and I. Will. Kill. You. Nod if you understand."
I nodded, scared for my life. I knew he was dead serious.
"Good." He dragged me up by my ear and shoved me out the door. He disappeared into his office to drink some more.
I looked up and saw a still unmoving Latina in front of me. I sighed and grabbed her arm.
"I told you to get the fuck away. He could have hurt you worse, trust me. If you come over any more, you can't say a word and you have to listen to me when I tell you to leave from something. I don't want you to have to see this." I hissed in her ear, dragging her to my car.
I placed her in the passenger seat and myself into the driver's seat. I gunned the ignition and headed over to Quinn's house.
Santana had seemed confused. I texted Quinn the numbers '234690' and she burst out the door a minute later.
It was a code we had, 2 meant drunk, 3 meant arms, 4 meant head, and 6 meant ribs/stomach. 8 meant legs and 9 meant we thought something was broken.0 meant we were outside their houses.
I jumped out of the car and started sobbing into Quinn.
"He found Santana first. God how are we gonna explain this? He was hitting her so hard, Quinn, I needed to do something, I slapped him, then he dragged me to his study and he flipped me upside down. He hit my stomach, I think he broke my rib, and he kicked my head so many times Quinn."
She glanced at Santana and her darkening face.
I slowly pulled away and opened the door.
"San?"
She managed to turn her head from the position it had been in for several minutes, and looked fearfully at me.
I pulled her up and Quinn walked us inside.
Once in her bedroom, Santana curled up in a ball and cried.
I got next to her and rubbed a comforting hand on her shoulder.
Quinn ruffled her hair and sat awkwardly next to us. She turned and saw my broken expression, my sad eyes. He glanced at my lips and I just lay my head next to her.
She moved quickly, catching me by surprise. Soon she was all over me, hugging me, kissing me, finally she settled on my lips.
She playfully bit my bottom lip and I rolled my eyes. She would.
Quinn looked at us with an eyebrow raised but didn't say anything. Santana followed my gaze.
She swiped at my lip, looking for deeper access. I shook my head no, looking at Quinn. She groaned and turned away. I smiled into the kiss and parted my lips. She smiled. She needed this.
It was hungry, like she needed me to ensure her sanity.
We broke apart some minutes later.
We found Quinn staring off with tears running down her face. I wrapped my arms around her comfortingly. San looked at me but I shot her a warning glance.
We heard a car pull up in the driveway. Not again.
"Shit." She hissed.
I grimaced and got up, my stomach already stiff.
"It's fine, I'll drive us to the hospital. Be safe." I whispered and started for the window.
I turned back to see a very confused Santana.
I grabbed her arm.
She shrunk away and I pulled her up.
I ran onto her balcony and climbed down her tree, dragging Santana along.
The last sound we heard before we reached the ground was a scream.
AN: I'm gonna continue this if I get reviews or not, but they are appreciated :) Lemme know if the rating should be changed!