The Eyes of an Angel
Chapter 3: Hidden
"Manhands!" Santana calls out to me, but I don't respond. Hopefully she will take the hint but she never does.
"Hey I'm calling you I know you hear me Hobbit!"
I keep walking until I feel a sharp tug on my arm. It nearly shocks me I wasn't aware that she already had gotten so close to me. I see a flash of her before my back slams against the lockers.
"Keep your distance from Quinn you hear me bitch!"
She shouts so loud that the halls shout at me too.
"No" a surprised whisper comes from me at first.
"What did you say? Speak up." Her voice faulted with anger. I don't feel anger radiating from her, I feel pain lingering in her heart.
"I said no!" I become bolder as her eyes fill with hate and envy.
Her arm pushes against my neck, air begins to escape from me.
"You have quite some courage for a helpless loser."
"So do you" I manage to force out even though I know I shouldn't be wasting my breath.
"You are really asking for it." She growls.
Why did I have to come to school so early? How did she even know? She picked the perfect time and area to assault me. An empty hallway with no ones presence but ours.
I try to pry free, but she has a tight grip on me.
"You aren't going anywhere."
"San" my vision becomes blurry just before I close my eyes. I feel my body drop.
I am half awake and half asleep but I can swear someone is carrying me. I don't know where, I don't care.
"Wake up Treasure Trail"
I feel a violent shaking but my eyes refuse to open.
"Come on god dammit! Wake up, not so easily."
Once my vision comes back to sight. Santana staring at me is the first I see.
"Get up"
I try to lift my back, when she sees me struggling she helps me but not softly. She forces my back against her headboard. That's when I realize I am in her bed. The place that holds her guilty memories. It holds her hidden pain.
I am too weak to move a muscle or I would leave I would run away from her. My brain is still not functioning well. I try to recover.
Santana puts her legs around me and I try to not look into her eyes.
"I hope you already know you don't have a chance with her. I am trying to help you even if it doesn't look like it."
I don't speak at all I just listen. I don't want her to get to me.
"If you are worried about school, don't. No one is going to notice you are gone anyway."
"You want that to end don't you" It was more of a statement than a question. So I refused to say anything.
"Answer me, we both know you speak more than this. Well, that's who you used to be. I know you have an at least tolerable singing voice. We both know I have witness that."
I open my mouth to try to say something but I end up disappointing her.
"God dammit Berry, fucking speak. I want to hear you."
"Why?" I whisper one tiny word that I can barely manage.
"That doesn't matter just do what I tell you."
I nod but my eyes still choose not to meet with hers.
"Do you love Quinn?"
I slightly nod and begin to feel my arm burn. I turn and see Santana's squeezing my arm. Her eyes are cruel and secretly curious.
"Why?" Her voice remains in a low level but her actions rise.
"I just can't help it."
"You can't help it? Well you are going to have to. She is in love with Finn not you. You better realize that."
"I do"
"Then why try?"
"I don't mean to."
"Just leave her alone so you won't get hurt."
"Why do you care if I get hurt or not?"
She becomes distant and yanks her hand away from my skin.
"I DON'T. I DON'T CARE ABOUT YOU AT ALL!"
I have never heard so much pain and passion in someones voice. I swear I feel something for her, as I see tears forcing their way through her eyes. But I have never underestimated how strong Santana is.
"I care about you San" I tell her.
She looks at me so sharp, I feel her cut through me. I bleed pity.
"Don't..."
"Leave get out. I don't care how you get home or where you go just leave."
Without any word I get up with only half of my strength and start to walk home. There is pain throughout my body but I don't I care. I just push myself forward.
On my way, I witness so much. Kids jump-roping and chasing each other around their front yards. Well school must be out. I didn't notice how much time passed by. Couples jogging together, cars passing by and sometimes if I am lucky enough I catch a driver with his stereo cut all the way up dancing and singing to it. It makes me smile to myself.
I make it home and push with the rest of my strength through the front door. No one is home no one is ever home.
My home phone rings on the kitchen counter, and I cant answer. All I can do is lay on my couch and hope it is Quinn.