Chapter 7: The Sharpest Lives (My Chemical Romance)


Three weeks secluded in the Pocono Mountains away from Marco, Santana's personal boogie man.

August couldn't come soon enough.


Santana's POV


My first week in New York was spent in the apartment relearning how to deal with Marco.

By the end of the week, I had mentally began to countdown until cheer camp.

Marco told me that I wouldn't go back home before camp, that instead, he would be personally dropping me off at the camp the morning it began.

He was going to hold onto me for as long as he could.

On Saturday, one week after my birthday, five days after I talked to Quinn, Marco arranged for me to meet his contact at Columbia for an interview.

I was hoping to get into the pre-law program and I knew that any extra clout would get me in.

Marco tells me that it is all in who you know and what you can do for them.

We had thankfully not had anymore disagreements and I hadn't had to service anyone but him since the run in with Mr. Evans.

I made a nice dinner and cleaned the apartment up, hoping to impress Marco's contact.

I knew that if I could get in good at Columbia that I would be one step closer to making my life with B.


I sat in our kitchen nursing a glass a wine, waiting for Marco to get home.

I wore a beautiful cocktail dress that Marco brought home for me that hugged my every curve while still looking fairly modest.

I was more than ready to network my way into the school of my dreams.

When I heard the key in the lock, I quickly finished my wine and rinsed out the glass.

I rushed over to the door to greet Marco, hoping to stay on his good side tonight.

My bruises had all recently faded away and I was trying my best to not have anymore of them.

I just wanted to return to Britt in one solid piece and that could only happen if I just did what Marco asked of me.

Marco wrapped his arms around me and held me close to his chest and whispered in my ear.

"You look amazing and it smells great in here. You will make an amazing wife soon enough! Mr. Evans should be here shortly."


I know that he felt my body stiffen as he mentioned just who our dinner guest would be.

I tried to play it off but nothing gets past Marco.

"Oh did I forget to mention that Mr. Evans is the dean of admissions to the law program? It must have slipped my mind!"

He looked down at me smiled.

I forced a smile and reached up and kissed him.

I wasn't going to let him bait me.

"Oh then I know that he already loves me! Wait until he tastes my rice and chicken!"

I smirked and turned away heading back to the kitchen.

I hadn't gotten two steps before Marco grabbed a hold of my wrist squeezing gently.

"That better be the only thing you let him taste."

He grumbled before meeting my lips roughly with his own.

I laughed and walked away.

I may have overstepped before but now that I knew my boundaries I was prepared to play his games.


My heart was racing but my face remained smiling and happy when I greeted Mr. Evans at the door.

He kissed my cheek and then handed me a bottle of wine.

Marco came up behind me and put his hand on my lower back.

I knew that he did it to remind me of what he had said.

I looked up at him and showed him the bottle of wine.

"Wasn't this nice of Mr. Evans? I can't wait to try this! Thank you so much Mr. Evans. Please come into the dining room and have a seat. I have made quite the feast! I can't wait for you to taste everything."

I smiled as I placed a hand on his shoulder and guided him over to the table.

I could feel Marco shooting daggers at me but I knew that this was the only contact I should have without permission so I was milking it.

All throughout dinner Marco was shooting glares at me every time that Mr. Evans complimented me.


"So Ana, I have seen your transcript and your entrance letter and I have to say that our Pre-Law program would be lucky to have you! Maintaining a 4.0 average with 4 AP courses, tutoring, cheerleading, show choir, debate and track! I am very, very impressed! I am certain that you will be getting an acceptance letter shortly!"

He winked at me and I couldn't help but grin.

He was handing me Columbia on a fucking gold platter and I was jumping up and down in my seat with excitement.

"Yes, Mr. Evans she is quite the talent as you well know. She is amazing academically, socially, and sexually…" My jaw dropped. "Why the look Ana? We are all friends here!" Marco deadpanned.

It took me a moment to pick my mouth up off the floor, I couldn't believe Marco.

He couldn't even let me have this moment in time.

He had to bring up that.

Mr. Evans at least had the decency to appear flustered and embarrassed but not Marco, no, he was brazenly laughing and sneering at me.


I stood up and began to clear the table, I had picked with Marco and he was once again showing me just were my place was.

When I was alone in the kitchen I let out a breath that I didn't know I was holding.

I fought the tears that were clogging up my sinuses and tried to regain my composure.

I could hear them out there laughing and discussing me.

Mr. Evans was now agreeing to things and I knew what would be next.

I swallowed hard and tried to ignore the churning in my stomach.

The kitchen door swung open and nearly knocked me down.

Marco reached for my wrist and yanked me back out into the dining area.

"Come on Ana, Mr. Evans has agreed that he would love a repeat performance."

"Marco, please? No?"

"You started this game." He snarled before shoving me towards Mr. Evans pushed back chair.

I looked up at Mr. Evans with tears in my eyes and he just smiled at me.

I knew that this was going to taint Columbia for me and make it something that would always remind me of this moment.

I didn't even bother looking up at Marco.

I just nodded and proceeded with what was asked of me.

Once again Marco hiked up my dress while I was on my knees and took me from behind.

This was becoming too regular for my liking.


After they were finished with me, they excused themselves to the living room to drink and smoke cigars while I cleaned up.

I stood in the kitchen dry heaving into the sink while I felt fluids dripping down my legs.

I rinsed out my mouth but I couldn't get the bitter taste off of my tongue.

I quickly cleaned up the kitchen and then swiped a bottle of wine.

I crept down the hallway into the bedroom and climbed up onto the bed.

My phone rested on the nightstand charging, I had been forbidden to touch it without permission and so it taunted me.

I could only answer if my parents called, never have I ever imagined that a call from my parents would seem like a Godsend.

Unfortunately the call never came.

I pulled out the cork of the wine bottle and promptly began taking long pulls from the bottle.

It seemed like only seconds before I had finished off the entire thing.

My body was buzzing and my head was swimming.

I put the bottle on the night stand and stared longingly at my phone.

I had to chance it just to hear her voice.

I picked up my phone and dialed the number that I had memorized the day I met her.

The phone rang and rang but it eventually went to voice mail.

I listened out for Marco and then left a message.

"Hey Britt-Britt! It's me Ana. I had to sneak and call you. I just needed to hear your voice. I love you so much! I'm okay. I just miss you so much and can't wait to see you in twenty-one days! I know it sounds crazy but get Q to pray with you. Pray for me. For us. Please! I have to go. I love you!"

I hung up the phone and then quickly erased my call log. I rested the phone exactly where Marco had placed it and then turned over to go to sleep.


I had closed my eyes for barely a second before I was shaken awake.

I sat up and immediately regretted it, my head started throbbing but I knew that I couldn't ignore Marco.

"Get up! You start work in like twenty minutes! Let's go!"

I was disoriented as Marco ripped me from the bed and started to dress me.

I just sat there and stared blankly over his shoulder as he slipped on my shoes.

"Marco, baby, where are we going? It's late. Can't we just cuddle or something? I don't even have a job…what job would even be this late?"

I knew that I was rambling but aside from being an emotional drunk I also couldn't shut myself up when I needed to.

"Well, Ana, since you took it upon yourself to drink a whole bottle of vintage wine I didn't get the opportunity to tell you. Mr. Evans owns a strip joint on the side. Very upscale, high class and you just auditioned for the job tonight."

I looked at Marco and shook my head.

This was not something I planned on EVER doing.

Marco raised his hand and I flinched back.

He went to swing and I fell off the bed before he could ever make contact with my face.

"Marco, please, I can't ever be a successful lawyer if I am stripping. You know that. Please don't make me do this!"

I begged and pleaded with him and it just resulted in him laughing at me.

"Oh, no worries sweetheart, you won't be stripping publically. You are VIP, you will only do private dances and of course serving as an escort. I will allow you to keep half of everything that you earn. Think of it as my gift to you for being a good girl and doing what you are told!"

He playfully patted my cheek and then continued to dress me.

I felt my stomach lurch and I ran wildly to the bathroom barely making it to the toilet before I lost my dinner.

I could taste remnants of semen mixed with wine and that only made for me get sick again.

"Alright, get up, brush your damn teeth and let's get moving."


I moved like I was on autopilot, I turned off my mind and just did everything Marco told me to do, word for word.

It was just easier that way.

Imagine me, Santana Lopez, taking orders.

This just proves that anything is possible.

I don't remember much of my night, I was given endless shots and even got to try out some of the high grade cocaine.

I know, I know…kills the brain cells but I had to cope in someway.

I danced and smiled just like I was expected to and true to his word, Marco let me keep $500 bucks.

I was flying high, literally and I quickly forgot who I was.

Marco seemed to like me stoned, when I got home each night I jumped on him and let him go at it all night long.

I became his puppet and once he discovered that this was the easy way to get me how he wanted, he decided to keep me this way.

Night after night we went on like this, he would come home, I would serve him dinner and then he would shake a baggy in my face.

I began to enjoy my nights and sometimes even my days when a high power executive needed arm candy to take to lunch.

I began to forget that there was a life waiting back home for me in Lima.

I dreamt less and less about those crystal blue eyes.

My life was in shambles and I didn't know how to pick it back up, so I just stayed high.


A/N: Cheer camp is next! :)