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Chapter 7


Santana

I was awoken the next morning by the sound of footsteps. My mind was foggy; I couldn't remember where I was. Had I gone back to some guy's apartment? How much had I had to drink? The person to my left stirred, and rolled onto their back. I looked over and saw Quinn's face, and it all came flooding back. The frat party, the club, the car ride, then.. I whipped my head to the right and found Britt snuggled into me. I fought the urge to vomit.

The footsteps came closer and Quinn tried to sit up, but let out a cry of pain and fell back onto the soiled mattress. The tall figure that was barely illuminated crouched next to us. He turned and looked over his shoulder, as if to check that no one was watching. I was looking through my eyelashes, and caught a look at his face and realized that it was the guy who had marched me into this hell last night. He cautiously stuck out a hand and put it on Quinn's shoulder.

"What hurts?"

She drew in a shaky breath. "I think he broke one of my ribs. It hurts to breathe, it hurts to move." He nodded solemnly then slowly extended both hands to her. She took them and he slowly pulled her into the sitting position, but I could hear her ragged breath. He then helped her stand.

"Do you need to shower?"

She shook her head. "No. It's not worth it."

"Do you want to wake them up or should I?" I instinctively tightened my grip on Brittany's hand.

"No. leave them. I can cook breakfast alone, like normal. I think they have been hurt worse than me." At his raised his eyebrow she continued. "They're best friends. The Spanish girl, Santana, tried to take on Schue, so instead of hurting her he made her watch as they took turns with her friend, Brittany. And the blonde girl just cried and cried for Santana, and Santana couldn't help her. It was horrible to watch. I tried to make him stop, but then he kicked me in the stomach, really hard." Tears burned in my eyes at her words and stomach acid burned at the back of my throat.

The guy stared into her eyes for a moment or two, then helped her get to her feet. He then helped her hobble up the stairs. I turned to face Britt and pulled her closer to me. I buried my face into her hair and prayed that this was all just a nightmare.


Puck

As Quinn talked about the events from the night before, I felt my whole body being ripped to pieces. I felt guilty. Guilty that I could belong to something that commit acts so disgusting. Guilty because I hadn't helped Quinn. Guilty because not only had I not helped Santana and Brittany, I had been the one to force Santana into the basement. But I also felt scared. Scared of what would happen to me, my family, if I were to try to stop anything. Sarah's face wavered in my mind. Everything I had ever done, it was trying to protect her. She was my baby sister. But I also felt my chest tighten when I looked into Quinn's eyes. I couldn't help ut admire her quiet bravery when she told me to let the girls sleep. I knew the Hispanic girl was awake, especially when she pulled the other girl closer.

I help Quinn up the stairs. That bastard Schue has broken at least one rib, but I'd bet two or three. I help her into the kitchen then stand at the island, unsure of what to do. I really wasn't any help as far as cooking goes, but I was afraid she would fall. I was also afraid that one of the guys, Finn in particular, would come in and try to mess with her.


Schue

I lay in bad, scowling. This was a fucking amazing idea. We were actually getting to eat more than chips and pizza, and the guys weren't as antsy anymore, which made them better criminals. Calmer, more clear headed, and they were getting along better. All except one.

Puckerman.

I had been watching him. He hadn't gone down to visit Quinn at night and last night he left as soon as he got the hot Latina downstairs. This brought visions of her into my mind. My scowl turned into a please grin. She was feisty, a bitch. But she was also very easy to read, it was obvious that she loved her leggy blonde friend, and that made it easy to break her. It wouldn't be long before she was begging for it to be her instead. Maybe even tonight.


Quinn

Once I served all of the pigs, I made three plates and took them downstairs. I placed them on the rickety table and flipped on the overhead lights. Santana jerked upwards, obviously expecting the worst, while Brittany cowered deeper into the quilts.

I cleared my throat. "I brought breakfast." That got the blonde's attention. She slowly peeked over Santana's shoulder. I didn't know what else to do, so I sat down and began to eat. Eventually they joined me, Brittany wrapped in blanket. The silence was tense. I had no idea what to say to them. I cleared my late and once they did the same I gathered the dirty dishes and carried them upstairs, where I tried to go about the day like I had been for the past two days. Dishes, cleaning, laundry. But today Puck was at the front of my mind. He had always been so gentle with me, it was hard for me to believe he was involved with people like this. Even last night when he had to bring Santana down, he kept his eyes straight ahead, not looking at me, not looking at her. He left as soon as he had the chance. There was so much that I didn't understand. About him, about these people, about this situation. All I knew for sure was that I was scared, and I think he was too.

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