New Story. A/N I do not own Glee or any of it's characters.
This story is for lindolindo
Chapter 1: Different
Santana's POV
I'm sitting here in my room writing a 4 page paper about my life. My teacher Mr. Harris thought it would be a good idea for us to do that. I can't stand this shit, I hate writing about me. I like to write about other people, and their lives. I hear talking coming from downstairs. It's probably my father, who's making business again. He never has time for me. I have my own bank account don't get me wrong, but it would be nice to spend time with my father. My mom left us for some unknown reason. It hurts that she's not here to see how he treats me. He treats me like shit, because I'm different than everyone else. You see I have a dick, I wasn't born like most girls. To be honest it's very rare to meet a chick with a dick. I don't hate myself at all, I love how I am. My father that's a different story, he's a homophobic bastard. I stand up and walk over to my mini fridge I have in my room. I open it up and grab a coke out of the side door. I pop the cap over and talk a gulp out of it. That's refreshing. I look over at my door and see that our maid Rosita is standing there.
"Hey Miss Santana." She greets me.
"Hey Rosita." I greet her back.
"Your father told me to clean your room." She walks in with her cleaning supplies.
"Rosita, I can do my own room. I have two arms, and two legs." I smiles at her.
"I know, but it's my job." She argues.
"No, you go home and relax. Go take care of your son." I tell her.
"I could get fired." She says.
"I'm telling you to go home. You have the rest of the week off." I state taking her supplies away from her.
"Are you sure?" She asks me.
"Yes, now go." I shoo her away.
"Thank you Miss Santana." She hugs me.
"Welcome. Now go be with your son, I got this." I pull away from the hug. She smiles at me and leaves my room. I take her supplies and put them in the supply closet. She's not cleaning no more this week. I walk downstairs and I see that my father is looking over some documents. I speak.
"Pop?" I say trying to get his attention.
"What is it Santana?" He asked getting annoyed.
"What are going to eat?" I rub my stomach.
"Where's Rosita?" He asked not looking up from his documents.
"She's done for the day." I tell him.
"What? Her shift doesn't end until 11." He looks at me with a frown.
"Pop it's 6 o'clock and she has a son." I say getting fed up with his attitude.
"Doesn't matter. She signed up for this fucking job." He spits going back to his documents
"No she didn't, her son was going to be sent away if she didn't find a job." I remind him.
"Not my problem." He says carelessly.
"Dad, she's the same fucking race as us, how can you be so cruel to your own kind?" I spit out.
"Santana! It's her fucking job! Now leave me alone!" He yells at me.
"Why do you yell at me? Why do you treat me like shit?" I question this fucking bastard..
"Maybe if you were a boy, I wouldn't have too." He smirks at me.
"Oh, so that's what this is? Since, I was fucking born different you hate me? Un- fucking believable." I chuckle darkly.
"Maybe if you were normal Santana, I would love you." He hisses out at me.
"Huh." I scoff. "You know maybe if you were a better father, mom wouldn't have left us." I spit.
"What did you just say?" He said in anger.
"You heard me you fucking bastard! It's your fault she's gone!" I scream out in anger.
"Fucking bitch!" He grabs me by both of my arms and hold them tightly.
"Get the fuck off of me!" I try to get out of his grip.
"You listen to me you little bitch! You will not ever talk to me like that ever again! I can send you away for good! You understand me?!" He screams in my face.
"Fuck you!" I headbutt him and runs upstairs.
"Santana!" He yells chasing after me.
I shut my door quickly and push my dresser against it so he could get in. I hear my handle rattle from my door, He bangs on it.
"Santana!" He bangs on the door harder.
"Go away!" I start to pack my clothes.
"Open this fucking door!" He pounds on it harder.
"Fuck off!" I pack all of my private stuff and start to climb out of my window. That's when I hesr my door breaking. I look behind me and see that my dad is breaking my door down. I hop down onto the ground and run over to my bike. I get on it and ride it all the way to Rory's house.
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Rory's POV
I hear a loud knock on my door. I get up off of the couch and go to open it, I see Santana panting hard.
"San? What's going on?" I pull her into the house.
"My father was trying to get me again." She pants out.
"Again? Santana, you need to stay here." I help her take off her bag.
"Ouch." She hisses. I look at her rubbing her arms. I raise the sleeves up from her hoodie and see bruises forming onto her arms. I look at her with concern.
"What the hell is this?" I asked pointing to her bruises.
"Nothing." She lies to me pulling her sleeves down.
"Did he hit you again?" I asked. This isn't the first time that Santana has been over my house because of her dad. He's really starting to piss me the fuck off.
"No he didn't. He just squeezed my arms tight." She says to me sitting down on my couch.
"San, this is getting out of hand." I say to her.
"I know, but he's still my pops though." She says.
"Okay, let's just go to get something to eat. We have to get ready for school tomorrow." I stand up and walk into my kitchen.
"Where's your mom?" She asks me leaning against the table.
"She's over my aunt's house. They're helping Miss Landry plan for her wedding.
"Does she need help?" She asks me.
"Yeah, she pays well too. Got paid 200 bucks for helping her pick out a design." I grin.
"Count me in." She cheers.
"Will do." I wink at her.
"Thanks Rory." She says to me.
"Sure thing San." I hug her.
"You're my best friend." She snuggles into me tighter.
"You're my best friend too." I sigh.
End of this chapter. I'm writing another chapter for Outcast and The list. Brittany will be in next chapter. Sweet Lady Kisses.