"Damn Berry! What the hell happened to you?" Santana asks as she meanders over to me. We just had gym class and were in the locker room changing back into our clothes. Currently I was clad in only my blue lace bra and yellow skirt that was border line acceptable. I turn to face the dark haired girl with my shirt in my hand.
"What do you mean?" I ask in confusion with my face scrunching up. She now stands in front of me in her Cheerios uniform, fully ready and she raises an eyebrow as if I should know.
"Turn around," she merely says. I give her a look of apprehension before I do as I am told. I feel her fingers move my hair so it now rest over my left shoulder exposing my back. I feel her fingertips ghost across my skin as she whispers obscenities. All I can do is focus on the shirt in my hands as my mind follows her touch across my flesh.
"What did you do last night?" is whispered to me and with that my mind flashes to the nightly activities that I partook in. Heavy breathing, sweaty bodies sliding together, deep moans, fierce growls, nails and teeth, harsh grabbing and squeezing, hair pulling, and a flushed face all race before me again. A small gasp from my mouth reverts me back to the locker room. Her fingers have found a particular sore spot.
Again she asks me a question laced in a concern almost unknown from the Latina, "Why do you let her do this to you?" is whispered again in my ear. I have no real answer, well actually I think I might have one but I don't even really understand why. Her fingers have made it down to the small of my back; she starts to play with the elastic of my skirt, starts tugging it down. I hear her suck a breath in as she follows a bruise down as she pulls the clothing down. On my rump resides a good size black and blue. I make no movement and say no words as she inspects my body. As she pulls the skirt down a little further to see what else lies beneath, we hear a snarl from the other end of the row of lockers.
"What are you doing?" is heard low and threatening. It's hard to believe something so menacing and evil sounding could come from such a gorgeous mouth. Santana immediate snaps the skirt back into its proper place and straightens herself out. As I glance back at her I see momentary fear flash through her features. It appears as fast as it disappears. Her hard exterior is placed upon her once again. Surprisingly she says nothing but merely glares with a look of disgust at her best friend who starts stalking down the row. I look back into my locker and take a deep breath preparing myself.
"Put your shirt on Berry," is said to me with a possessiveness I have grown to unconsciously recognize and quite accustom to. I slide the shirt over my head and fix it so it sits comfortable upon my body. It is a deep v neck cotton tee that gives enough peek to be a tease. I wear it because I know she likes it. As soon as my hair is pulled through and the shirt is settled nicely upon my hip bones, pair of pale arms and slender fingers hook around me, settling on my lower abdomen and pulling my backside tight against her front. Her lips find the flesh beneath my ear causing me to shiver.
"Let's go," is said with conviction and without question to it. She pulls away from me so I can turn around. She is glaring at Santana with threats that need no voicing and she grabs my school bag, flinging it upon her shoulder. Grabbing my hand she gives one last glare before stalking off with me in tow. I look back at the Latina to see an expression of despair and pity placed upon her lovely features as she watches me be dragged away. The last thing I see before the halls bombarded my vision is the girl heave a great sigh, almost of disappointment, as she closes my gym locker for me.