Waking up alone
I woke up to the cold splash of water that hit my face. The water dripping over my face and down onto my chest. I tried to get up again but this was becoming all too clear to me now. I was in the room. The pitch black room. But only now there was light. My lip was split, my stomach had been pounded and my legs, arms, chest, head and every other part of my body were aching. I had flash backs of being slammed into a wall, clobbered in the back of the head, beaten, slapped. It was all coming back to me.
"Santana" I clutched my head. The voice echoed around the room "Santana" I put my knees to my chest and rested my head on them. "Santana, we need to get your out of here." It was Dave, he had given the beating but I knew, if he wanted he could have given me worse. I was mentally thanking and killing him.
"Dave?" I couldn't get anything out other than that. My voice was deep and sore. My through was swollen from where he had me pinned up against the wall. "Wha..What's going on?" I stood up, clutching hold of anything and everything to try and help me stand. My knees were like jelly though... No matter what I did they shuck from beneath me. I felt his strong grip clutch my sides and help me move towards the exit.
"Santana! THIS HAS GONE TO FAR! We need to get your ass out of here! Artie has gone crazy. He wants to look her Britney and bring her here to" I pushed him away from me.
"HE will NOT touch a hair on her head!" I screamed clutching hold of my sides as it was extremely painful to shout. God! If he even came near her again I think I might actually kill him. He can't take Britney. My only chance, my only chance of getting to her on time is to work with him. No matter how much I hated him right now, for what he did to me. I couldn't let it happen to Brit. We had to go.
"Santana I understand that! Not get over here and let me get you out of her so you can save her!" He grabbed my sides and slowly led me out of the dark room and into a hallway. It was long and lit up. I swear if anyone was to look at this, they would think that I was trying to escape from an asylum. That's what it looked like anyway.
"Dave… I can't walk! It's too painful. Help me?" He grabbed me closer swinging his arms under my legs and scooping me up. He was such a good friend, a good friend who hours before thought he would beat you up for a physco guy in a wheel chair, but didn't want to do it so he didn't hit you as hard as he could. I was grateful for that.
We burst through several doors until we were at the front door. It was large and oak. I knew I had to remember where we were, what happened if he already had her, what happened if he took her and brought her here but no one knew where here was and Dave wouldn't tell us.
"Dave. Do you know how to get here?" I asked as he stormed down the front steps and out into the rain. It hit me. The rain was like gun fire, exploding on my face. It was painful against my swollen lip and busted eye.
"Yes. If he already has her, I will bring you back here. I promise!" He shoved me into his truck. I had already been in the truck a good few times and this time I couldn't be happier to be out of the rain whereas on many occasions I have wanted to be in the rain rather than in that truck of his.
The Drive was long; we finally got to Britney's house after about an hour of driving. It was silent the whole drive, he kept looking at my blood stained clothes and my busted lip. He must have felt so bad for what he did.
We pulled up outside Britney's house as I saw her car in the drive way. She's here. More importantly I saw my car on her drive. She was defiantly here! I jumped out of the car nearly falling over as my feet collided with the grass beneath me, but I managed to steady myself.
"BRITNEY!" I screamed her as loud as I could. "BRITNEY" I ran to her door which was still a couple of feet away. My legs were killing and Dave wasn't there to hold me up any longer. AS I got closer to the door I saw it open. She made her way out. She was soaking. She had definitely been out in the rain. God she looked so beautiful as her face lit up when she saw me running towards her.
Britney's prologue
I was sat on the couch with my mum, dad, sister and a few police officers, we were expecting Camille and Cameron to arrive here as this was the last place Santana was before Sugars and plus the police officers were already here because they drove me back from Breadsticks. I may or may not have smashed a million glasses trying to get the owner to tell me if he had seen her.
"BRITNEY!" I picked me head up from its position on my knees that were tucked up to my head. . "BRITNEY"
"Sss…San.. Santana? SANTANA!" I jumped off the couch and few at the door, I opened the door with help from my sister and jumped onto the garden. It was still raining and I couldn't see, but when I saw a tall figure in a dress running towards me screaming in pain and screaming my name, I knew, I knew it was her.
"OH MY GOD! SANTANA!" I sprinted as fast as I could towards her, a smile on my face as I saw her smile and laugh at how I was running. I finally got to her and whisked her up in the air, twirling her around in the air. My arms wrapped around her legs her arms around my neck. I slowly began to lower her as I saw the blood on her shirt. There was a lot of blood.
"Britney!" She just kept saying my name over and over again. I could see in her eyes she was in pain. She was in a hell of a lot of pain but I wasn't going to let her go again. I loosened my grip and kissed her square on the lips.
"DON'T EVER LEAVE ME AGAIN!" I screamed as the whole house made their way onto the grass.
"Never! I promise you never" She kissed me again, this time it was more, it was less. It was everything. I knew from that moment I had fallen. The way she had made me feel that day was enough for a life time and I don't think I would be able to cope if she left me again.
"Santana! SANTANA!" Camille was running at us, I let go off her as she kissed my check and ran to her sister. They fell onto the grass and Cameron jumped on Santana. They were all on the floor hugging and crying. It was a beautiful sight to see. The way that they loved her was amazing.
"Juro que si alguna vez has hecho algo como esto otra vez, voy a ir a todas las alturas de Lima en el culo. OMG por qué sucedió esto? olvidarse de él! Dime más tarde!" (I swear if you ever do anything like this again, i will go all Lima heights on your ass. OMG why did this happen? Forget it! Tell me later!) Her sister was in tears. Santana just nodded onto her chest as her sister cradled the Latina. I felt a little helpless. I didn't know whether to go back inside or just stand outside watching in the pouring rain. I walked up to my mum. She pulled me into a hug and whispered She's safe in my ear. She hugged her and began to weep as I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around and was met by Camille. She grabbed me and hugged me. Tight. It felt right, it felt like Santana's hugs just this one didn't give me that warm feeling inside.
"Camille Te quiero tanto. Lo siento mucho. Esta es la familia. Esto es lo que necesitamos. No mamá, no papá. Sólo necesitamos unos a otros y eso es todo lo que necesitas. ¿De acuerdo? Derecho malos explicar todo lo demás más adelante." (Camille I love you so much. I am so sorry. This is family. This is what we need. No mum, No dad. We just need each other and that is all we will ever need. Okay? Right I'll explain everything else later)
"Carmen, she is home. We are never going to let her go again I promise you!" I pulled her closer as she cried on my shoulder.
"I'm sorry, when you came around that say and you fell asleep, I was a bitch like Santana said. I'm just, I'm just I'm sorry." She was crying pretty hard. Everyone had walked back into the house. Santana was still talking to the Camille in the rain, trying to ashore her that she was fine, just some cuts and bruises. Camille took Santana in her arms and carried her back up to the house as she saw what I saw. The rain was causing the strong Latina pain. The walked up to me and just before they got to the door, she pull Santana down.
"Britney… I want to say thank you!" Camille was looking between me and Santana. "I don't want you to think this was your fault. It wasn't. That wheel chair guy was way out of order! Britney you have something that someone else has ever had… my little Hermana's heart." She pointed at Santana who was blushing, or she was bruised. I couldn't tell. "The police told me what you did" Santana looked up from the floor and was met with my eyes. "The way you brock into two building and scared 5 people to death!" Santana chuckled. "No one has ever loved my sister the way you have and I want to say thank you."
"Actually it was 7, I scared the twins next door when I was looking for Artie" They both laughed as I gestured for a hug, Camille complied. She wrapped her arms around me and hugged me. She let out a sob but quickly pulled it back in; she was trying to stay strong. She was being strong for her sister. "I love her more than anything!" Camille stood back next to Santana as I turned to her. "Did you hear that" I pulled her closer "I love you more than anything!" I closed the gap between up and kissed her.
"Okay sister still here!" Camille laughed and pushed past us and went into the house to find Carmen who was still crying on my mums shoulder.
"You love me hummm." Santana brock the kiss and rested her forehead against mine. "because I love you too! And if it takes being kidnaped and beaten for hours for you to say it, I'm going to do that more often!" She giggled trying to make light of the situation, I didn't laughed I only pushed my lips onto hers again, holding it for a little bit longer this time.
We walked into the house hand in hand and took a seat. The police asked their questions and Santana answered them the best she could. She squeezed my hand at nearly every question and I just held her tighter on my lap and made her know I was there for her. Once the police were gone, we agreed that she should stay here tonight, to be closer to me. Plus I wasn't letting her out of my sight again. I took her up to my room and told her to get a quick shower. She turned on the shower and got undressed, I handed her a towel threw the door. I was folding my clothes on the bed when I heard her wince at the pain of the water. I forgot I had a power shower. God that must be hurting her so much. I knocked on the door loudly.
"SANTANA! GET OUT ILL RUN YOU A BATH!" I heard the shower get turned off and then the door unlocking. She opened it. She was wrapped in a towel and made her way onto the bed where she sat down clutching her side. I walked over to her and hugged her lightly before going back into my on-suit bathroom and running the bath for her. I put bubbles in and I made sure the water was a nice temperature. I was going to take care of her. I don't care what she said. It was happening.
She got out of the bath and had gotten changed in the bathroom. When she came out I was lying on my bed with my head phones in. She stood there, for what seemed like hours when actually it was more like 10 minutes. By the time i noticed she was there, she was smirking. She had a massive grin on her face and it was so mice to see.
"I can't thank you enough" She stood there, looking at the floor, tracing circles on her hips with her fingers. "I mean you, you practically saved me. Almost got arrested. Held me. Britney. I don't think I could ever thank you enough." She stood there still looking at the floor. Really. She thought she was thankful. I was just glad to have my girl back. The girl I loved back in my arms, where she should be now.
"Get over here you big numpty" I held my arms out as she lifted her head with a smile and ran at me, jumping on the bed and burying her still wet body into the crook of my neck.
"He saved me Britney. He saved me. He beat me and then he saved me." I just brushed my hand down her face to sooth her.
"Shhhhh. Shhhhh Santana it's all going to be okay. I'm here baby. I'm here."
