Hey guys, so I decided to give up on the whole review thing because if I had waited for 2 reviews I would have been wating 'till next week because my stories aren't very popular yet. But, yeah.. I wanted to write another chapter, and if you want another cool read then check out my other story. Love, Hate and Regret :D Okay I'll shh now and let you read. :P
WARNING: This chapter WILL include bad langauge and extreme abuse.
'Santana? Are you even listening to me? You know not to freaking wind me up little girl. While your mummy isn't home, you are all mine.' Greg sneered at Santana, who's face was now replaced by true and utter fear. 'Oh, don't worry I won't hurt you, as long as you do what I say.' Greg took this chance to catch Santana by surprise and slapped her right across the check. 'WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING? ROLLING THOSE UGLY EYES AT ME!' He suddenly gripped her by the hair and threw her onto the kitchen table, where she had now curled up, tears streaming down her cheek which was now twice the size it was 10 minutes ago.
'D-daad p-please don't.' Santana stuttered, sobbing even louder. 'I will do anything, please dont.' She continued sobbing, but received a kick in the leg in return. She yelped in pain and fell off the table, hitting her hip on the metal chairs.
'Don't you start telling me what to do. Now stand up, and show us your body.' Greg demanded, pulling Santana up by the hair and unzipping her cheerio's uniform, whilst Santana kicked and punched, or at least tried to, but again, only received punches and kicks in return. Soon, Santana was naked, and standing against the wall in shock.
'H-help' She tried to yell, but it only came out like a whisper, followed by sobs. Greg rushed over to her and grabbed a belt from the sofa, he had been lying on it, so Santana didn't see it when she first came in. Big mistake. 'Don't Dad please!' She whispered once more, before receiving a whip from the belt along her chest. She winced in pain and fell to the ground. In punishment, he whipped her back. Which caused Santana to roll onto her back, it hurt so much, that she couldn't stop moving, and every time she moved, she received a whip from the belt.
'That's it, I'm going to tie you up and freakin cut my name into your ugly fat stomach, if you don't stop moving.' Greg, yelled, getting a knife out of the kitchen, and returning with a evil grin on his face. 'Now, straighten your legs, and put your arms out, and it will make it easier for you.'
Santana refused to move, instaird she got up and ran up the stairs. Her heart was pounding as she stood, her back to her bedroom door, thinking it would stop Greg getting in. It didn't. Catching Santana by surprise, the door swung open, knocking her to the floor. Greg's face was red with rage. He got sat ontop of her, cutting the word 'IDIOT' into her stomach, slowly and painfully, while Santana was screaming her head off...
Brittany's POV
I lay on my bed, my head burried in my soft pillows. I couldn't belive Santana had ditched me like that at school. Sure, that's what you'd expect to hear from a 8 year old, but Santana was special, she wasn't like anyone else I'd met, she'd never called me stupid, even as a joke, she understood that I was confused easily, she tutored me in Maths and English. No one could help and care for me like she did. Yet, why did I feel this way? I knew that I shouln't be feeling like this. But I couldn't stop the feeling, it was just there. Just as I was about to give up on the hope of Santana ever feeling the way I felt about her, I heard a gentle buzzing sound on my bed. I practically jumped up in joy when I saw who the message was from.
From: Santana
Hey Britt, I'm sorry... I need a place to stay for a few days, is it alright if I stay at yours? I'm truly sorry. xx
-Santana
A smile creeped onto my face as I read how sweet Santana was being, apologising to me. It was hard to get her to apologise to anyone... Suddenly, I realised something else.. 'I need a place to stay' those words echoed in my head like a drum beat, why would she need a place to stay, her parents were extremely nice, maybe she was pregnant! Maybe they kicked her out because she was pregnant. Instantly, I began to worry and texted her back.
To: Santana
Hey, it's alright I forgive you baby... ;3 Sure, just please hurry, I'm very very worried ;( xx
-Brittany
I tapped send and sighed to myself, what could possibly be so so wrong? I didn't know what happened, but I needed to know. Urgently. That was when I heard my doorbell ring, I sprung from my bed and down the stairs, to skid to a stop right at my door. I slowly opened the door, revealing Santana, in nothing but a dressing gown. She smiled at me weakly and gave me hug, for now I accepted it, but I was angry at her, for not telling me sooner something was up... Her arms had cuts on them, they looked to be recent, her arms and what I could see of her legs were full of bruises, and to top it all off, her right cheek was 5 times the size it usually was. I looked at her in utter terror.
'S-santana... What happened?' I stuttered. God Brittany, what does this girl do to you, you never stutter.
'Oh, it's nothing, I got attacked by.. a robber?' Santana tried, but from the expression that formed on my face, she knew I didn't belive her...
That's it for today, it's VERY short, but hey.. give me SOME credit, it's christmas day :P
Hope you like and please suggest ideas and ALSOOO READ&REVIEW!
Merry Christmas! xx
