A/N You guys enjoying these frequent updates? Well don't get use to it. It's only because I've just got my laptop back and suddenly I feel like writing every day! I bet it's going to go soon though. But enjoy! (:
The minute I parked outside of my house I flew inside, locked the door and felt the familiar sights comfort me. I was in my own space now which was what I wanted all day. So why did I now not want to be alone? Was it because I knew my thoughts would plague me and I didn't want to think of the other possible scenarios which could have happened?
I started to make my way upstairs when my mother blocked my path. Her jet black hair which I inherited from her was messy implying to me she was stressed. She always worked under a deadline and rarely took a break so to see her without a desk stapled in front of her was a surprise.
"Santana, you don't look so well. Are you okay?" Concern laced her voice and I wondered about how I must appear right now.
"I'm fine." I muttered before edging round her and continuing upstairs. I heard her heels clack on our wooden floor and I bet any amount of money she would be back to working again before I had even touched my door.
I stepped into my room and looked at the pitch black walls, as dark as a midnight sky, and felt my stomach loosen. It had been in knots since the whole incident and now I was alone in a place that I knew and felt safe I was going to be okay. I grabbed a towel and decided to have a shower to cleanse myself of this night.
The hot steam did wonders to my muscles yet I still felt the man's hand on my bum. I felt violated but I knew it could have been a lot worse. My cherry shower gel managed to wash away layers of dirt and I started to feel like myself again. Not the Santana that stayed silent at school, or the one which put on a smile at the record shop; the real me, which just wanted some calm time. My worries fell down the drain along with the water.
I dried and creamed myself before stepping into my most comfortable pyjamas (which may have a few holes in them from wearing them so often) and going to the kitchen. As I made myself a hot cup of herbal tea I thought about her. My Superwoman. How did she know I was in danger? Was she watching me all day, that feeling I had? Maybe she was just in the right place at the right time. Whatever the reason was, she saved me from something so horrible I knew I would never have been okay again. I wanted to see her again, to thank her properly. But I also wanted to know everything about her. What her name was, was she the same masked hero from the news, why she did what she did.
I dragged myself to my room and sat down on my bed. It dipped a little yet it was still so soft it hugged my body. I started to chew on my nail and think. Should I report what happened? Or do I just try to forget? So many questions were weaving their way through my head that I didn't understand anything anymore. I was so confused and I didn't like feeling this way. So I made a sensible decision; I called a friend.
Kitty soon picked up and managed to get alone to listen to me and give me her undivided attention. I told her everything that had happened and she hummed along until I was finished. As soon as she was about to say something I saw a flash of yellow on my wall and found myself no longer listening to her. Superwoman strutted towards me and picked up my phone, pressing the disconnect button and throwing it on my bedside table. The black mask covering her face didn't hide her blue eyes. They were so bright, they reminded me of the ocean and I found myself getting lost in them.
"How do you do that?" I asked. She cocked her head to the side and stared at me questioningly. "Make me suddenly feel like I need you."
"It's a gift. Want me to stop it?" her voice rang like bells and I nodded. It felt like an elastic band snapping inside of me and now I didn't feel like I constantly needed her there. Yet part of me still wanted her.
"I'm still mesmerised by you." Her eyes widened and I think I saw a hint of a smile on her face.
"Then honey, that's just you." I chuckled before my phone started ringing again. I picked up and listened to Kitty rant about how she's worried about me now.
"Kitty, I can't talk. My mum's trying to speak to me."
"Well we are definitely having a chat tomorrow miss otherwise you will not be alive to see this weekend." I promised her before hanging up and found Superwoman frowning at the phone.
"She didn't mean the threat." I explained.
"You shouldn't have done that." She muttered. "You shouldn't have told her about me."
"I didn't know what else to do. You gave me no explanation and I was so confused!"
"I told you I would check in on you later and I am. I have to go." She stood up and started opening my window. Is that how she got in? I quickly followed and grabbed her arm as she was climbing out. She placed one leg on the floor and left her right one swinging outside.
"No, wait please. Don't go. I'm sorry but I can fix it. I can call her back and tell her it was a dream! Please don't leave me. I have so many questions." I said desperately. That wasn't my best moment but she had demeaned me to begging and I didn't care.
"Go to sleep. I'll see you tomorrow." Her voice was so gentle and I could feel her words floating over me. I could hardly believe this was the same woman who beat up five guys to save me. She jumped down and I looked out, wanting to see a sign of her.
"You better. I'll look out for you." I whispered in case she could hear me. I shut my window and climbed into my sheets. Wanting to forget this for a while I willed myself to fall asleep.
