Apologies for the abruptness of this chapter... it ends sort of suddenly, because I've been sitting on it for weeks and can't for the life of me end it. Anyway, I hope you guys get at least something out of this, and I PROMISE that the next chapter won't totally suck, or take so long to be posted. Review's are really really really appreciated!
Actually, I also wanted to ask you guys for suggestions or requests for flashback scenes. Like, is there some burning question you have that you want to see answered? Doesn't matter who's POV (can be the adults or the kids) and can be at any point in their past. I have their backstories completely worked out, it's just a lot harder than I thought it would be figuring out what to write and when. So let me know what you want answered and hopefully that'll help me with future chapters!
Chapter 04
San - Flashback
It's the absolute end of the world. There's not a single thing you can say or do to make the situation okay. Not that you haven't tried, of course, but your mother won't budge. It's as if your tears and swollen, puffy face are invisible to her and all she can see is the dress encasing your hysterical, heaving, five year old body. This is not what you thought would happen. This is not what you had envisioned for your first official school picture day. None of this was okay and your sobs are making it harder and harder to breath.
"Santana, you are wearing that dress and that is final." Your mother has begun tugging at your hair, parting the thick locks down the middle to make brushing easier. The stinging that comes from her pulling at your numerous tangles barely causes you to flinch. Physical pain is nothing compared to the resonating ache you feel inside your chest and stomach.
This isn't what you wanted. This isn't what you had imagined this day to be. You were supposed to be dressed in a fancy looking suit and tie, just like your older brothers in their kindergarten photos. How could your mother do this to you? How could she turn something you had waited so long for, into something so absolutely horrible? How could she make you get your picture taken looking like this?
"Mama... no qui- qui- quiero..." You can't even get the words out as she turns you around, marching you towards the full length mirror along the wall. Ignoring your pleas, she grips your chin in her hand and directs you to look at your reflection.
"This tomboy phase of yours needs to end, Santana. You are in school now. It's time you grew up and started acting like a lady." Her words are harsh and loud and meaningless, and you only cry harder as you try and shake your head in her grasp. "Your brothers and I will be waiting in the car. If you're not cleaned up and outside in five minutes, we're leaving without you and then you'll have to wait till next year to be included on the 'Lopez Family Wall'. And I know how badly you want your picture up there with your brothers'..." Her sentence trails off as she lets go of you, and you immediately collapse forward onto your hands and knees, burying your tear stained face into the rough carpeting of your parent's bedroom floor.
So yeah, short right? :( :( :( :( :(