What's this, an update? By the gods! Yeah, I'm currently having the worst cramps of my life so I didn't go to school. I don't know when I'm going back. In the mean time I will write for you. So read and review! Also, Brittany and Santana will meet soon. Just not right away or anything. Tell me what you think!
Chapter8. Have I Lost It All?
Santana jumped out of her car before the machine even completely stopped. Her injured knee hissed in protest as she bolted for the door, leaving the car still running. She ignored the constant pain flashing within her bruised body. She only on her mind is Kendal. Santana frowns, Ty's car is not in the drive way. The brunette must have left for home or something. It is Christmas break after all, Christmas being only two days away.
"Oh my fucking god." Santana snarled. Her keys were still in the ignition. She really didn't have time for this. With a kick that could have made Chuck Norris proud, the door snapped off of its hinges. It slammed against the wall, making the vase behind the door hit the ground with a loud crash.
Santana hobbled inside the house. She looked around their massive living room. The huge sofa was empty. That's odd, Kendal's usually on the couch watching TV waiting for her mother to return. Santana quickly hobbled into their large kitchen. The house was so fucking quiet it was creepy. Usually when she got home from work, she'd be greeted with unnecessarily loud music or random teenagers walking around her house like they fucking lived here.
None of the maids or butlers was in sight. Not that Santana really expected them to, again it's about to be fucking Christmas. Speaking of Christmas, Santana still has to get her daughter something. Of course she has no idea what the girl wants. She'll probably end up having to buy her daughter more shoes. God knows the girl is a sneaker head.
Santana runs a hand through her black mane in frustration. Panic began to grip her chest, strangling her with fear. She wasn't exactly scared, but she was afraid. She was afraid that her daughter wasn't here. Oh god what if she hates me and now she's run away? Santana's mind started thinking the worst. "Oh god, what have I done?" Her voice cracked, raw emotion bubbled out of her throat.
Her vision began to blur, but not from pain. A lone tear made its journey down her bloody cheek and into oblivion. She quickly checked every room downstairs. She wasn't in the living room. She wasn't in the dining room. She wasn't in Santana's study. She wasn't even in the backyard. The soccer ball she usually played around with was left abandoned by the pool.
Santana suddenly bolted up the spiral staircase as fast as her injured body would take her. Her knee screamed in agony as she took two stairs at a time. She suddenly found herself bent over, clutching her torso in pain. Her ribs and her knee were giving her absolute hell. But nothing would stop her from her goal.
The first place she went to was her daughter's room. She found herself staring at the red paint of Kendal's door. She was staring face to face with the Chelsea Grin poster she had impaled on the door. Kendal never liked anything plain. Santana gulped. Anxiety began to well in her chest. It felt like her heart would beat out of control. She hasn't been this anxious since the birth of her daughters.
Hesitantly, she raised her uninjured wrist to the door.
Knock, knock, and knock.
She's never knocked on Kendal's door before. She usually would burst right in, much to Kendal's annoyance. There was no answer. She forced herself to calm down. Maybe Kendal had those ridiculously expensive headphones on? Yeah, that's it. You can't hear anything with those Beats on. Santana slowly opened the door. Kendal's scent of cucumber melon and honey invaded her senses.
"Kendal? Kendal, baby. I'm home." She whispers. She fully steps into the room. She can see her daughter's straightened up in here. Her many boxes of Jordan shoes, Creative Recreation, Vans, Timberlands, Adidas and so many more was neatly stocked up. Her red comforter was folded neatly on the bed. That was odd, her favorite Escape the Fate blanket Santana had bought for her was nowhere in sight. Maybe she was washing it or something.
Many band posters adorned her red walls. Red was her favorite color. It was Santana's too. Her clothes weren't on the floor everywhere they were now somewhere in the drawers and the blinds had been opened, letting the early morning sun seep into the room. It was nearly 7:00 in the morning. Kendal was not an early riser. In fact Santana had to threaten her daughter awake sometimes.
Kendal wasn't in her room. But the sink was running in her bathroom. Santana could hear movement beyond that door and she smiled in relief. The sink stopped, Santana's smile grew wider at the sight of the doorknob jingling. The door seemed to open in slow motion. But when Santana saw who beyond that door her heart stopped.
It wasn't Kendal.
Disappointment hit her like a car, no pun intended. "Um, hi Ms. Lopez." Her usually smooth voice was shy and low. Her nearly amber eyes were wide, like she had been caught with her hand in the cookie jar. "What the fuck are you doing in my house?" Santana snarled, her disappointment turned to anger. Venom coated her words like white on rice.
Alex flinched in surprise. She's use to getting yelled at by her best friend's mom, but this time she could feel the pain coming from the older woman.
"I-I came to hang out with K-Kendal." Alex stuttered. Her eyes were filled with fear. Don't get her wrong, she was no bitch, but Santana scared her shitless.
Santana's fiery brown gaze threatened to burn a whole into this frightened teenager's soul. "Why the fuck are you always with her?" Santana snarled. She was jealous. She was fucking jealous because this girl has spent more time with Kendal in one day than Santana has done in weeks.
Alex's amber eyes flashed with anger. "Well, it's not like you're here with her!"
That hurt. It was like someone had punched Santana in the stomach, but she did not back down. "Where is my daughter, Santos?"
Alex was fed up with this woman's attitude. "Shouldn't you know that?"
Another blow to Santana's stomach, she nearly choked on a cry of pain. She tried again. "Alex, tell me where the fuck my daughter is before I hurt you." She really wouldn't hurt this girl, but she was desperate.
Alex glanced away from Santana's face. Her eyes widened once she noticed the many injuries on Santana's body. "Dude, are you okay?" Her smooth voice once again vanished; it was now replaced with worry. Hey, she's not worried or anything she just doesn't want the lady to die and then get blamed for it.
"Don't fucking worry about it. Where the fuck Kendal for the last time." Santana was damn near yelling. Her face was red with anger and worry.
Alex gulped. "S-she's not here."
"I FUCKING KNOW THAT! Where the FUCK is she? I know you know where she is." Santana said in a low growl. Her voices changed so quickly. Alex was damn near ready to shit herself.
"S-she went to a convention. I-in San Diego." Alex whispered.
"WHAT? MY DAUGHTER WENT TO SAN DIEGO WHEN SHE KNEW GODDAMN WELL SHE WAS GROUNDED? AND SHE DIDN'T EVEN FUCKING TELL ME? MY DAUGHTER IS ALONE ON SOME PLANE WITH THOUSANDS OF CREEPS?" Santana's voice boomed off the walls.
"And I'd like to leave my Xbox with my good friend Frankie.I-"
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU SAYING?" Santana snarled.
Alex kissed her cross necklace. "My will."
Suddenly Santana was tired. She didn't want to yell anymore. Yelling at this girl would only cause more problems. She didn't want to scare the kid away, then Kendal would be even more lonely. She sighed heavily. All fight had gone from her body, all passion had left in a hurry. She felt dizzy. Her eyes drooped as a defeated sigh left her lips.
"C'mon kid. I'll take you home." Santana beckoned the girl over. Alex's jaw dropped wide open. Man was this crazy ass lady bi-polar? God knows Kendal is.
"I only live around the corner." Alex tried, but a glare from Santana quickly shut her up. She hung her head.
Alex suddenly found herself supporting Santana's weight as they limped down the stairs. The older woman wheezed and couched the whole way down. "Maybe you should go to a doctor?" The young, long haired teen said with furrowed eyebrows.
Santana rolled her eyes. "No, I'm good."
Once they got outside Alex stared back at the broken door. "What the fuck?" She whispered. That wasn't like that when she got here.
Santana snickered slightly. "I forgot my keys in the car."
"What if someone just walks in and steals your food? I mean your valuables?" Alex said, appalled that this woman was just going to leave her door wide open. Santana shrugged as she got into the black Audi. "I'm Santana mutherfucking Lopez, no one dares steal from me."
As Santana pulled out the drive way, with the kid in the passenger's seat she was very quiet. Alex wearily eyed her surroundings. She was fucking terrified again. Holy shit what if Santana kills her and hides her body in the river? Holy shit what if she's taking me to Juvi? Alex was damn near sweating in her seat. Santana noticed and rolled her eyes.
"Relax, I just want to ask you a few questions."
Alex gulped. "Sorry, but since I am under aged I refuse to answer questions without a parent or guardian present."
Santana shuddered. She didn't want Wren to beat her ass for interrogating her daughter. "I'm not a cop kid, stop bitching." She grumbled.
"Oh."
The ride was silent for many long moments again before Santana spoke again. "Kendal fought some girl yesterday. Why?"
Alex coughed. It wasn't like she didn't know, she was there. She had the fight on her phone. Like she would tell Santana that though.
"Well, the girl she fought name is Sally. Kendal beat her ass." Alex said proudly. Santana suddenly found herself smiling to. That's my girl. She thought proudly.
"Why though?"
Alex shuffled in her seat. It was a touchy subject and she knew it. "Everyone in school knows Sally is a daddy's girl." Just the first part was enough to make Santana flinch. "She kept on teasing Kendal about how her daddy didn't want her so her left you and her. And then she said to Kendal, 'even your mom doesn't want you.' She said the reason you're a detective is so you can find someone who will actually want a slut like her." Alex explained sadly.
Santana was outraged. How dare that little bitch say those things to her baby! She don't know them! She doesn't know what they've been through. She's glad Kendal beat her ass.
"Alex let me ask you a serious question." Santana said as she pulled into the kids driveway. She's picked Kendal up many times from her friend's house. This was no knew destination to her. "Sure."
"Do you think I'm a bad mom?"
"Yeah."
Oh. That hurt because the reply was almost instantaneous. She glanced at the girl with shame on her face. Alex's amber eyes were locked with hers intently. Her full lips were pressed in a hard line while her brows furrowed with accusation.
"Look, Santana. You're not a bad mom; you just were being a bad mom. You feel me? Kendal's that type of girl that wants love and attention, and you've been neglecting her. There's no one in this world who means more to her than you. I can see it in her eyes. You are her everything, you are her hero, and most importantly you're her mom. Just show her you care." Alex said as she got out the car. Her amber eyes sparkling with admiration.
Even she admired Santana, and somewhere deep in her heart she wanted to be just like her. Santana stared dumbfounded at the teenager with too many tattoos.
"Oh, and Kendal wants a puppy for Christmas." She said before walking off. Once she disappeared inside her house Santana drove off.
Her mind was swirling with thoughts, and her heart emotions.
She had a lot to think about before she could even think of speaking to her daughter. She fished her now fucked up iphone 5 out of her pocket. She dialed a number and pressed it to her ear. After a few rings a very girly voice picked up.
"Hello?"
"Tubbers."
A sigh. "Hey S. What's up."
Tears were streaming down Santana's face. Her sniffles could be heard even from over the phone. Santana mutherfucking Lopez was starting to break. "Quinn I need your help."
And she had no one to pick up the pieces.
Uuuuuuugh man. I have the worst cramps on my mama. T.T I wish I was like Santana sometimes. Review! It'd help me feel better.
