Hi all gleeks out there! This is my first fanfiction, so please take it easy on me! This fanfiction is basically all about how Santana became the hot bitch we know today. Please ENJOY!
Disclaimer: Glee is not mine. Neither is Santana, Brittany, Rachel, Quinn, Puck, Kurt, Blaine, Finn and everybody else. (That is so depressing)
SO NOW I PRESENT YOU:
Chapter 1: The big WHY.
"MOVE IT, HOBBIT." Santana screeched at Rachel Berry as she pushed the pass the brunette. Rachel suddenly developed an interest in her knee length socks as Santana glared at her. Suddenly, the Latina cheerio felt guilty. It was senior year, school's ending, why was she so mean? Plus Rachel had kinda became less annoying now that she had gotten pass her constantly talking mouth and enormous nose that seemed like a beak that she could use to crack hard seeds." Gosh, show some sympathy, Santana. Berry just needs space for her gigantic nose," Santana thought as she walked down to hallway. She was already far from Rachel, who seemed to be stuck frozen at her locker. "Never mind. Santana Lopez never EVER apologises." She muttered as she walked. Everyone always thought Santana was rude, with the worst attitude ever. She was the typical cheerleader in high school, the one who looked stunningly hot but had a ferocious mouth. But have anyone thought of why Santana became what we know as the confident cheerleader today? This is her story.
At 5 years old:
Santana Lopez watched as her daddy locked the door. It seemed like her father had brought in another woman into the house. She shuddered and felt the bruise from yesterday's beating done by her father. It was quite frequent-but Santana never knew what was going on. She got scared after that since her mother would always scream at her father afterwards. It always ended with a big fight that brought her mother to tears.
"HARDER, RICKY!" the strange woman screamed. Several grunts and moans were heard from inside. Santana curiously looked at the locked door. She always wanted to know what her father was doing, why it ended in tears, why she would be sent to her room later on, why everything was so loud. After the months of curiosity, she had to find out. So little Santana took down the key to her parents' room from the key rack. Slowly and cautiously, she turned the key and opened the door slowly, only to see her father banging a woman she didn't know. She remembered screaming, the shocked look on the lady, her father swearing and hitting her, until everything went black.
Santana never felt the same again. She was taken to custody, the little girl scared for months in unfamiliar places, her mind imprinted with the memory of her father. After that incident, her abusive father was gone, but her wrecked mother cried and cried, nothing could stop her. Santana stopped talking, never listening again, wondering down the halls of her new children's home. It wasn't until later when her once broken mother took her home again, when she realised that men were evil. Her mother never had that spark in her eyes, now dead to the world. She pinky swore to herself never to trust men. Santana was insecure, her only weapon against people were words. Her cunning tongue hurt many others, but she never felt better. Swearing words once spoken by her father, every day was a step closer to her becoming beyond repair. Words became her new best friend, helping her hurt others just like how her father had hurt her.
It would be a long time before she would feel safe and sound again.
So... Bin or continue? I tried to bring out Santana's past as an abusive child who was insecure because of her father. Please review to tell me how to improve? THANK YOU! these mean SOOO much to me!