A/N: Ok so I decided to update again!Thanks to everyone for reading and favouriting this story!It really means a lot as its my first story!I want to know if I should continue so I don't think I'll update again until I have 3 more reviews! :D Thanks guys! Enjoy!

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Chapter 4

Santana screamed. Brittany woke with a jolt. She looked over to Santana who was trembling. The blonde edged over in the bed and wrapped her arms around the Latina. Santana was in a cold sweat and as soon as she felt Brittany's touch she fell to pieces. She began to sob and couldn't stop herself from shaking. Brittany held onto her protectively and started rocking her back and forth and whispering comforting words into her ear. Santana slowly began to calm down and eventually she drifted off to sleep.

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Brittany awoke early the next morning, still holding onto her best friend. She smiled to herself as she got up and heard a soft moan come from Santana. Brittany suddenly had an idea. She pulled on a jumper and shorts and headed downstairs to the kitchen, leaving Santana sleeping peacefully. She pulled out the ingredients to make pancakes and got to work immediately. She found recipes confusing but she was willing to do anything for her best friend so she was delighted when the pancakes came out perfectly. She stacked them all on a plate and made a cute smiley face on top with chocolate sauce. She headed back upstairs with plate in hand and opened her bedroom door.

She was met by a very dishevelled looking Santana scrambling around the room looking very distressed. "Santana what's wrong?" Brittany asked.

"I'm sorry Britt, I have to go", Santana cried as she raced past Brittany and out the front door. Brittany looked longingly after her.

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Santana opened the door slowly. She was afraid of what she might find inside the house. The hallway was empty so Santana dropped her bag and headed for the sitting room. She let out a gasp as she entered the room. She dropped to her knees beside her mother who was lying unconscious on the floor.

"Mom! Mom!" Santana began to screech as she roughly shook her mother, trying to wake her up, because she knew that her father was still in the house and they had to get out of there, to safety.

"Well, well". Santana heard a voice from behind her and she looked fearfully over her shoulder to see her father standing in the doorway.

"You bastard", she said quietly.

"What did you say honey?" her father asked, advancing menacingly.

"YOU BASTARD!" Santana bellowed as she charged at her father, punching him in the gut.

He doubled over and Santana began pelting his face with her fists. Her father quickly composed himself and stood, towering over Santana. He could see the anger and hatred in her eyes, but behind that he could see pain and fear. Weakness.

He advanced on her and she retreated until she felt the cold, hard wall behind her. She whimpered slightly as he touched her cheek, a glint in his eye. "This would never have happened", he whispered softly, "If you hadn't ran off to spend the night with your girlfriend, like the slut you are". He smirked.

Tears began to form in Santana's eyes at this. She knew what was coming. Her father swept his hand back and slapped her hard in the face. He pulled her roughly to the couch where he continued to strike her. He put a cushion to his daughter's face so all he could see were her terrified eyes. "Next time", he sneered, "I'll kill you." He removed the cushion and Santana gasped for breath. He picked her up, punched her once more in the gut and slammed her into the wall before he walked out, laughing.

Santana lay on the ground in a heap, dazed and broken. She heard her phone ringing and crawled over to where it was on the floor. She could barely make out the word Brittany before her eyes felt heavy and everything went black.