This is my first time writing a story...
I own nothing.
Trigger warnings: Self harm, drug abuse, potential suicide attempt, physical and sexual abuse, intense bullying.
Not for the faint hearted.
"Get your worthless ass up right now, you piece of shit!" Papi shouted maliciously into my barely awoken ears. He proceeded to yank me up by my hair, off my dingy single bed, and threw my already battered body to the mangy carpeted-floor of my small bedroom.
Startled, but now alert, I followed my daily routine of picking myself up and quickly stumbling towards the bathroom across the hall.
Papi, already hurtling towards me, whispered harshly, "What the fuck do you think your doing, dyke?! Where's my reward for waking your stupid ass up for school?"
Internally grimacing at the glint of lust in his eyes, my trembling hands pulled my under wear down while I slid to the ground and whimpered brokenly, "I'm sorry, Papi. Please, I'm sorry."
I'm Santana Lopez, I'm an seventeen year old outed lesbian nerd, and I'm really fucked up. My life is shitty at school and at home. My Mami died of cancer when I was ten. I miss her smile, her shampoo smell, her deep spanish accent, and most of all her hugs.
My Papi is a man all about religion and reputation, so of course when stupid fucking Finn Hudson, the quarterback at my higschool, thought that his rep would grow (which, unfortunately it did) if he outed my deepest secrect to my school. Now honestly, at the time I wasn't that concerned about the whole school knowing, but the thing is that in Lima, Ohio. Shit like this spreads like wildfire. My Papi finding out his only daughter is gay from a coworker, wasn't really how I imagined it going down.
That's when the verbal and physical abuse started. He would scream and yell profanities until he lost his voice. Living in Lima Heights Adjacent, nobody cared for the screaming. It was heard everywhere in the neighborhood. Usually after every screaming match we had, I would lock myself in my room and use staples to cut fine lines on my arms and legs. The pain helped me to forget.
Later on he would start try to convince me that I'm just confused and would try to feel up. The first time he raped me, I felt so disgusted with myself that I just laid there. I'm worthless.
At school, I was still the lame ass nerd who was now apparently more fucking weird. People would avoid my gaze, push me to the floor, slushy me, call me names. The people who I thought were my friends just stopped interacting with me. I'm all alone.
Reviews are welcomed. Let me if you want me to continue. My grammars not the best but at least I tried.