AN: Okay guys, PLEASE let me know what you think. I don't know if I should continue this fanfic..

Warning: Violence/Abuse and Language

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or its characters

Chapter 4

Henry Morris looked at Naya and pushed her inside her house. He started to yell at her. Naya didn't know what to do. She could see the anger in his eyes, just like in Heathers this morning.

''So you are Naya huh? You are the fucking whore who made my daughter think that she is a lesbian?'' Henry yelled at the Latina.

Naya was speechless, she kept walking backwards until she reached the wall in the living room. She couldn't go anywhere, she was stuck in her own living room with a monster in her house. Mr. Morris came closer and closer. Now he was only inches away from the Latina's face.

''You fucking Latina think you can marry my daughter? NO! I don't think so! My daughter is not gay. She hates gay people, just like I do. You think you can take my daughter away from me? I don't think so.''

Naya felt his hand on her face. She wanted to scream and yell for help, but she knew that there was no one there. She searched in her pocket for her phone, but soon realized that she left in on the table.

Back in the Morris residence Heather was talking to her mother about Naya. How romantic she is and how lucky she felt when Naya proposed to her.

''She booked two tickets to the Maldives and the last night she proposed to me. It was so sweet. We walked on the beach, holding each others hand. Suddenly I saw candles and rose peddles a little further. I ran toward it and saw a small blanket on the white sand. There was chocolate, strawberries and two glasses for the champagne. We were talking about life and how happy we were to have each other our lives and suddenly she was on her knee and asked me.''

'' Ahw..Heather, it seems like this girl is good for you. The way you talk about her, it's just so sweet. Again, I am so sorry about your dad's reaction. I'm sure that when he realizes that you are happy with Naya, he will accept it. Just give him a little more time,'' Susan Morris responded.

''She is the best thing that ever happened to me. I love her, I really do! I just hope that dad will still love me, I mean I am still the same person…''

The only thing Naya could think about was her girlfriend. Her fiancé. She needed her help right now. Naya's face started to hurt, her future father-in-law was holding her way too harsh.

''You know what, I always told my daughter not to come home with a woman and not to come home with someone who wasn't fully American. And look what she did, she told me she was in love with a girl who is a fucking Latina. I promised myself that I would hurt my daughter so much if she came home with a girl, but…YOU! My daughter is not gay and I know that! And that is exactly the reason I am here'' Mr. Morris yelled.

Then Naya saw the thing he was hiding behind his back the whole time. It was a huge sharp silver knife. Naya just froze, she begged him to stop and begged him to talk first.

''Please Mr. Morris, please. You don't have to do this. Please don't hurt me. I am so sorry that I just proposed to your daughter without letting you know, I just love her so much. I know it was wrong not to let you know that we are together, but she is the love of my life. Please don't do this. Think about Heather, she loves me . You would break her if you hurt me…or kill me.'' Naya just blurted it all out.

Mr. Morris looked disgusted into Naya's eyes. Before she could say anything else that might stop him, he pushed the knife through her body, a few inches under her heart. He kept it there and pushed even harder.
He saw that Naya was getting weak so he helped her to the ground, still with the sharp knife in her body. Naya was getting weaker and weaker.
She realized that this was it. She would never see the love of her life again, she could never hold her again, never kiss her soft lips again…it was over.

Seconds later Naya felt the knife leaving her body. Blood was streaming out of her small body, the white tank she was wearing turned dark red. She did her best to keep her eyes open. She saw how Mr. Morris took her Iphone from the table and dialed a number. When he started to talk tears were falling down her face.
She could hear him talk: ''Heather, this is your father. I am so sorry, but I had to do this… I was and will never be able to accept any of this bullshit. I needed to stop this. I think she needs your help. ''

Henry Morris walked towards Naya and held the phone next to her head. Naya tried to keep her eyes open, realizing that this was probably the last chance to talk and hear her fiancé's voice ever again.

''Heath..He..Heath…Please..Heather..Help..Please h-help m-me…'' That's all Naya could say before everything went black.

''NAYA? Nay! Talk to me! Please Naya talk to me?' Heather cried.
''NAYA! Can you hear me?, she continued, Oh my god! Nay please, say something. Naya listen to me honey, I'm coming home. I am already in my car, I am going to call an ambulance for you okay? Please Nay, you need to fight okay? You are so strong, you can do this. Honey, I am going to hang up and call 911 for you. Please Nay, please keep fighting'' , with that Heather pressed the red button on her screen.

Henry Morris panicked for a few seconds. He wasn't sure if he killed her or if she was unconscious. He searched for a pulse, when he found a slow pulse he kicked her in her ribs and just looked at her.

''You should have stayed away from my daughter, you fucking dyke!'' He stopped panicking, this is what he had to do.

This is what he promised himself years ago, he doesn't want any gay people near him. He looked one more time at the unconscious and bleeding Latina and left the house.

A couple minutes later Heather ran out of her car and noticed that her father's car wasn't in the parking lot anymore. The front door was open but the lights were turned off. Heather slowly opened the door, scared that her father might be in there. When she turned the light on she was a 100% sure that her father left.
She stood in the doorway and saw drops of blood leading to the back of the living room. She followed the blood drops. Her heart broke into a million pieces. There she was, the love of her life motionless on the floor surrounded by her own blood.

''NAYA!'' She screamed. She moved closer to her fiancé and searched for a pulse in her neck.
When she finally felt a weak, slow pulse she cupped Naya's face with her cold hands.

''Nay, can you hear me? Please open your eyes honey, please don't give up on me. Help is on their way, they can be here any minute. Please Naya, please stay with me'' She gave the Latina a small kiss on her lips.

Heather took off her shirt and pressed it on Naya's wound, hoping that it would help to stop the bleeding. Heathers eyes were filled with tears.
She knew that this was her fault. She knew that she had to stop her dad and talk to him. But no, she was so stupid and let her father do this to her fiancé. Every few seconds she checked her girlfriends pulse, it was getting weaker and weaker.
''Baby please'' Heather cried, ''Please, fight Nay!''
''Please open those beautiful eyes for me…just give me a sign honey! Please you can't leave me,'' Heather whispered while tears were streaming down her face.

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