So my first attempt at a Santana Story. Go easy on me.
Would like to thank SuperBlueGirl12 for inspiring me to write again! ;)
Because Of You
As soon as I arrived, I could sense that something was out of place…
I never thought that it would change my life forever…
My names Santana Lopez and this is the day my life changed, for the worst…
I was met with the sound of shouting voices.
"Javier, we can not carry on like this, you're never at home anymore."
My mom and dad had been arguing more than usual, it had started off the normal marital arguments but recently they had been escalating.
"Maria, I'm a Doctor what do you expect from me?"
And that was his excuse every time.
"It's not fair on us, on Santana and I!"
Every time I was brought into the conversation but never did I once get to be involved in said conversation.
I would shut the door quietly and disappear upstairs like a ghost, there but never seen.
It was like this all the time, now I'm not wanting the sympathy or anything, I mean most of the time I'd prefer do get up in the morning, go to school, hang out at Glee club for as long as I could, spend most of the evening with Brit and then come home to the same situation. And repeat everyday.
Its not like my parents noticed, as my mum was saying he's never at home anymore. He says he's working but one evening when I was out walking with Brittany I saw him, with another woman.
For some reason I confronted him straight away. Poor Brittany, one minute I was there and the next I was fleeing across the road intent on taking my dad down!
I saw him weak that night. So weak. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. He literally begged me not to tell my mom and that he would never do it again.
For some reason I agreed. I think mainly because I didn't want our family to break up.
For a good time he stuck to his word. He was at home more often and he genuinely seemed happier with my mom.
Then he started to stay out longer every night, saying his shifts had changed and the hospital were short staffed. Of course I knew straight away what he was doing, I didn't want to believe it but I knew deep down, I knew that our family was falling apart.
I let it go on for as long as I could but I hated seeing my mum so upset, so I just asked him straight.
"Your seeing her again aren't you?"
I caught him off guard. He looked around his surroundings in case anybody had heard me.
"What are you talking about girl?"
He never liked calling me by my name.
"You know who, your bit on the side? The one I caught you with the other month, its pretty obvious and mom will find out soon. Either I'll be telling her or you will!"
I was going all Lima Heights on his ass until he shoved me back against the wall by my throat.
"Now you listen to me young lady, your mother will never find out about this. You hear me? Because if she does, you will not live to see her suffer"
His grip was so tight and the look of anger in his eyes was the complete opposite of the weak man I saw only a few weeks ago.
He had changed. And it scared me. I tried so hard to get out of his grip but he just stood there, pinning me back with hate in his eyes. Until all of a sudden something clicked with him. He let go and stumbled back in shock looking at his hands, you could literally see him thinking how could he have done such a thing?
He promised never to touch me like that again and to his very day he hadn't.
I threw my bag down on the floor and sat down on my bed. Sighing heavily I stared at myself in the mirror, I looked like the normal Santana. Cheerios outfit, hair scrapped back in a ponytail, make up on. But this wasn't the real me. Secretly I hated the Cheerios, I only joined because on Brit and Quinn, to be one of the popular kids.
Truthfully, I just want to be myself. Strip the make up and the Cheerio outfit away and you have plain old Santana Lopez.
Or should I say scared and closeted Santana Lopez.
I looked to the left and picked up the photo of me and Brit. God I love that girl. She brings the happiness to my day. She makes me smile when no one else can.
I was taken out of my thoughts by a loud smash downstairs.
"Shit. What the hell?"
I left my photo lying on my bed and made my way over to my bedroom door to listen to what was going on.
"Maria Lopez you are never to speak to me like that again!"
I walked further out my door and stopped at the top of the stairs.
"Please Javier, please don't hurt me again!"
Wait, what? He's hurt my mom before?
I didn't think, I just went. I bolted down the stairs and into the kitchen to where all the noise was coming from.
I looked down to see my mom lying on the floor and my dad towering over her.
"Dad?"
His eyes shot up from my mother to my retreating form.
And there it was again. The anger, the hate.
And then I looked to my moms. The pain, the hurt.
She was holding her side and there was a cut above her eye.
"What did you do?"
The tears were running from my eyes. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. My dad had hurt my mom. He's never supposed to do that.
I kept on backing up towards the stairs, wanting to escape it all, to pretend like this never had happened because it couldn't be happening.
"Santana Lopez, don't you dare walk away from me!"
He started walking closer to me and I just kept on walking back, needing to be as far away as possible from him.
I gave my next move away, I glanced to the stairs, eyeing up my escape, I darted towards them but only managed to get as far as five steps when I felt his hand on my shoulder.
It happened so fast.
One minute I was on the stairs and the next I was at the bottom with an almighty thump.
I landed on my arm, it doubled back and I'm pretty sure I heard a crack.
My head bounced off the ground before coming to a rest.
He bent down to my eye level and sneered at me.
"I told you not to walk away from me"
The pain in my arm was coursing up my left side. I couldn't move, I was too scares to move.
I watched his retreating form as he made his way in to the back room.
Leaving me and my mom both lying on the floor of our own home.
I looked up at met the look of my crying mother.
She choked out a sob that broke my heart in two.
I lay there watching her cry, letting my own tears stain my face.
May 24th, the day that I was born 18 years ago, 5.32PM.
I glanced at the hall way clock.
May 24th, 5.32PM.
"Happy Birthday Santana"
I closed my eyes and wept.