Authors Note: So this is where the M rating really comes into effect I guess. This chapter took a different kind of turn, I apologize if it upsets or triggers anyone that is not my intention. I hope you can all trust me, and um be nice with the reviews I am worried to post this. I promise I will post an update tomorrow. Thanks.

Chapter 9

It turned out that any further talk about Ricky was going to have to wait, because I noticed that Cody looked like he would be waking up soon when I looked at the monitor. Ok so I might have been looking for a way to avoid even more talking, but give me a break. My brain was already feeing pretty fried by what it had learnt so far. Learning about whoever Ricky was, and whatever he had done was more than my concussed brain could handle right then.

In fact after Cody's nap we were just about to go out. Cody wanted to see some of the city lights he had seen the day before and I just wanted to help him relax, this must be very strange for him so young, a long way from home and around strangers mostly. We were just about to go out when Puck appeared at the door with a serious expression on his face.

They exchanged a few words quietly. I could tell whatever was being said was not making Santana happy as her jaw became more clenched and her eyes became almost black. When she reached for her gun I made sure Cody was facing the other way so he couldn't see her pull it on.

I was pointing things out to my son from the window when she finally came over to talk to me. Her voice was barely a whisper as she apologized that she had to go out on "family business." But shouldn't be long. And I should just hang around and wait for her.

Half an hour ticked by as we waited in the room for Santana to come back, then another forty minutes. Eventually even I got restless. Cody had managed to be patient for the first fifteen minutes but after that he started asking if we could go out. When I could tell that we were seconds away from waterworks starting I gave in. Not because I always gave in to my son. But because waiting around was just stupid. Santana would know where we were; we were going in her car for fucks sake.

So I wrote a quick note saying sorry, Cody was cranky and we were going to go out for a drive. And then made my way downstairs.

Rachel Berry I swear had some kind of tracker on me because she appeared before our feet even touched the last step. She was smiling, and rocking back on her heels.

Fuck, was she wearing patent leather pumps with pink plaid knee high socks?

I tried not to look at them.

"Can I help you Brittany?" She asked, her mouth still in the wide smile that was starting to creep me out.

"Uh, Cody just wanted to go out for a bit." I stumbled over my explanation.

Would she stop us?

Maybe she thought we were going to run?

I didn't blame her if she did.

"I should go with you then. Just in case." She said and slotted in behind us as we made our way out of a side door and into the large garage that housed some of the Lopez's vehicles.

A dark Suburban was already idling there. Its tinted windows rolled up. Waiting.

I might have not climbed in the car if I hadn't been suffering from the remains of a concussion. But my brain wasn't working right and I made too many assumptions. For one thing I assumed that we were safe.

Wrong.

That Rachel was working for Santana.

Wrong again.

And that I wasn't really important enough to be bothered with.

How wrong can one person be? Turns out, pretty fucking wrong on all three counts. But I didn't think that at the time, instead I actually thanked Rachel when she helped Cody and I up into the car. It wasn't until we got through the gates and out into the city that I realized I'd put my son in danger, and myself too I guess.

The gun being aimed at me by a still smiling Rachel Berry was my first hint. It was a biggie. I clutched Cody tightly to me as my body started to shake in panic. Cody wasn't really sure what was going on, but when he felt my body tense he started to cry.

"Shut the fucking kid up. Right now." Rachel demanded all traces of her smile disappeared. Her eyes were cold now.

I rocked Cody in my arms and stroked his back soothingly. "It's ok baby. It's all going to be ok." I kept repeating over and over again.

Don't let me be lying to my son. Please.

But sometime later when we pulled up to a house I didn't recognize and I was dragged out of the car and in front of someone I didn't recognize I knew I was wrong. Joe 'The Prophet' was looking at me with wide dark eyes. They flicked between my face and Cody's until finally he met my eyes and didn't look away.

"Berry, take the kid somewhere quiet. I've got to have a little talk with Miss. Pierce here." He said. His voice was soft and had a silky sort of quality to it, but there was a hardness underneath that scared me.

When Rachel grabbed Cody I tried to hold him to me. But a punch to the back of my head from someone I couldn't see dropped me to the floor where I cried out in pain. I wanted to stay huddled up on the floor, my head was spinning so badly, but I could hear Cody screaming for me and I struggled to stand up on my feet again.

I took one step in the direction Rachel had taken my son before another blow forced me to the floor again. This time I could feel blood drip down the back of my neck and I wanted to cry.

Why was this happening to me?

"Uh uh Brittany. You should stay right there." A familiar voice said behind me as a hand brushed through my blood hair, it brushed it to the side almost tenderly before grabbing a handful of it and jerking me to my feet. "Well ok not quite there." It said again and laughed.

I don't know when I shut my eyes, but when I hazily blinked them open The Prophet was stood right in front of me. So fucking close that I could feel his breath on my face. I wanted to back up but I felt someone almost as close behind me and so I locked my knees to stop myself swaying and tried to stay still so I wasn't touching either of them.

"Brittany." Joe said, his hand reached out and he cupped my face with his hand. "Why are you back with her, when you know it is Gods plan that you're with me?"

Uh what?

His other hand reached up and slapped me so fast that I wasn't at all prepared for it and toppled sideways. Only the arms circling my waist behind me kept me upright.

"I asked you a question." He said, his voice full of mocking contempt.

I didn't have a single fucking clue what he was talking about, and it must have shown on my face because another slap arrived to the other side of my face, and I was pulled in tightly to the body behind me that was obviously responsible for keeping me upright. The body behind me was decidedly male, if I could tell right from the something hard pressing into my backside.

"You don't remember me?" Now he sounded angry, but I quickly shook my head answering his question so that I didn't get slapped again for not answering.

It didn't matter.

My answer angered him enough.

My head spun from another slap and I blinked to try to clear my vision.

When his hand reached out to cup my cheek once more I backed away from the contact. The man behind me chuckled, even as he ground himself suggestively into me as if that was what I wanted him to do.

"You used to dance for me." Joe said quietly, and immediately I was drawn back to the threat standing in front of me instead of the one right behind. "You were mine every Friday night for almost a year, until one day she showed up and took you away from me." As he got angrier his voice got louder until he screamed the last few words at me.

Oh fuck me.

An image of a shy young man filled my mind. Well shy at first. But first impressions could be deceiving.

He had always been a little handsy, even rough with me at times, and the look in his eyes had always been a whole lot predatory when I had to dance for him.

But he had been a regular and I'd needed the money, so however much it had creeped me out I would still dance for him every week.

"You remember me now." He said and it wasn't a question although I quickly nodded my head in answer again.

It pleased him and he smiled.

It wasn't a nice smile though and I shuddered at it causing the body behind me to chuckle once more.

"Mike, go and check on the kid. I can take it from here."

Mike.

Fuck.

How much has my life been some big fucking joke? I want to know who else in the world I can't fucking trust, because I can't do this.

I saw the face of a smiling Mike Chang who winked at me on the way out of the room we were in. I didn't have time to do or say anything to him before I felt myself being dragged by my arm yet again, this time in a different direction, away from where everyone else had gone. Further away from Cody.

Cody.

Fuck.

I struggled against Joe's hold but he just held me tighter.

We entered a room that was obviously a bedroom and I felt my blood literally run cold.

No.

No way.

I wanted time to stop.

Fuck that! I wanted time to reverse so that I hadn't been stupid yet again and left Santana.

I bounced when my body hit the bed, the force of my head slamming into the mattress actually caused me to lose a few seconds, and everything went black. It cost me, and the next moment I was aware of he was already pinning me to the mattress.

It was so fast.

So…violent.

I wanted to shut myself away in my head until he was done with me, but it all hurt so much that I couldn't do that. I wanted to fight back but he was so rough that my body hurt too much to do it. I wanted to scream, but each thrust knocked the breath right out of me. The one-second I closed my eyes to try to shut him out cost me a split lip from a backhand to the face. And so I was forced to lie there and just take it. Just be used. Hurt. Because I had no choice. No power. Nothing.

When he came inside me with a loud groan of my name I felt bile rise up in my throat and I forced myself to swallow it down, terrified of what he would do if I didn't. He rolled to the side of me, and lay panting on the mattress his arms pulled me close. They made me feel trapped, and I couldn't help but remember how Santana's arms made me feel safe.

Santana.

I wanted her to find me.

To make me feel safe again if anything could.

Tears rolled silently down my face even though I tried to hold them in. But every tear that dripped down stung something new, hurting me even more, until a quiet sob escaped my lips.

"You're crying." He said, his voice angry with me once more. "I'll give you something to cry over." He said and his hands closed into fists.

I don't want to remember what happened next.

I really don't.

But the next time I woke up, ok came to is more like it, I was in so much pain that I couldn't forget it. Thankfully I was alone in the room. Joe must have realized I wasn't going to go anyway. How the hell could I when he'd broken one of my legs?

Oh God don't remember the leg.

Just thinking about it made it throb and hurt more, and I clenched my jaw to stop from crying out because of the pain. I hurt so much all over that I could barely move a foot or so on the mattress to get to a patch that wasn't saturated in my blood and other things, when I did think about trying to get up to get to Cody I pushed up on my arms and instantly sunk back down to the mattress again. Fuck. I could actually feel the bones in one of my arm twist around and click, I just hope that they were actually clicking back into place, but knowing my luck I wouldn't be surprised if they suddenly pierced through my skin.

I felt hot and cold at the same time.

I think I was in shock.

I closed my eyes and prayed that my son was safe.

If I had to go through everything I had gone through all over again to spare him I would.

God please let him be safe.

Please.

I don't ask for a lot but I'm asking you for this.

I tried to think of Santana, to remember how even seeing her smile made me happy. How I loved to touch her and have her touch me. How she was always so perfectly in tune with what I wanted, what my body told her, sometimes before even I knew.

I should have told her…I should have told her everything, and now I was worried that I'd never see her again and get to tell her anything. God what if she never really knew how I felt, we'd had sex again, not made love, and I had told her I loved her…love her. But what if she doesn't really know. What if she never gets a chance to be a mother to Cody? What if I don't get to be a mother anymore…fuck don't think about that.

Don't think about anything.

Try to go numb.

I heard footsteps outside the door and tensed, regretting the move straight away as all of me simply hurt more. When the door swung open and Mike Chang appeared I didn't quite know what to think, so I just watched him warily as he made his way towards me. He held his finger to his lips in the universal signal of keep quiet and crouched down beside where I lay.

"I'm sorry Brittany." He said, his dark eyes scanning over my body. His hand reached out to touch me, and even though it hurt like I knew it would I moved away to prevent it. I heard him sigh and he looked sad, which was strange because he was on Joe's side. He had allowed this to happen to me.

"I wanted you to know that Cody is safe."

I stopped moving backwards at those words. Why would he tell me that? Was he a friend really? What the hell was going on, would someone please tell me that?

"I'm keeping him as safe as I can. Just hang in there. Please Brittany." He looked at his watch. "I've got to go before someone notices I'm gone."

And with that he quietly made his way out of the room shutting the door behind him. Leaving me with even more questions than I had before he had appeared. Obviously not everything was how it appeared, but I had no idea who I could trust anymore. I thought Mike wasn't even involved in things here in Nevada, but here he was, so maybe I couldn't trust him anyway. He had to be here on someone's orders that was for sure. But whose?

At least Cody was ok.

For now anyway.

More footsteps sounded at the door and I started to tremble when Joe walked back into the room once more. He made his way quickly over to the bed where he sat down on the mattress and looked at me. His hand reached out and stroked through my blonde hair, when I flinched away in fear he twisted his hand pulling it until tears sprang up in my eyes. I quickly blinked them away and hoped that he hadn't seen them.

When he moved to lie down beside me on the bed I sucked in my breath and held it. I was scared of him. I was really scared of him, and he seemed to enjoy that. I heard his breathing pick up in excitement and he pressed closer. The more nervous, afraid, and in pain I became, the more turned on he did, until he was rocking against me, his hands pawing at my body once again.

My eyes widened in horror when he moved back enough to shuck his pants down. And I bit through my lower lip to stop from making a sound when he forced his way inside of me once more.

"See Brittany, you're mine." He grunted in my ear, his breath coming out in fast pants as he rapidly thrust his hips against me, driving himself deeper. "You were always mine. This is how it's supposed to be. This is how God designed us to be. Together."

He picked up his pace thrusting deeper and I fought back a scream. On one particularly brutal thrust I yelped and he actually laughed. Who does that? When I whimpered on the next one his hands came around my throat and squeezed. Things went fuzzy and I felt mercifully detached. I thought he was going to kill me, and I was ok with that right at that second. Hell I wanted to die. I wanted to die so it would all stop and then with a horrible gargled groan it did and his weight collapsed against me crushing me to the bed again.

My vision was still hazy but feeling unfortunately returned, I could feel a stickiness sliding down the inside of my thighs. Bile rose up in my throat once more and I started struggling to push him off me, managing to just get him to one side and then feebly roll as far way as possible.

Footsteps sounded outside of the door and wondered who the hell it could be this time. Maybe Rachel Berry was on her way in to fuck with me, after all my mind and my body had been fucked with enough that she might as well let her go as well.

I don't know why I didn't expect Santana to appear. It shouldn't really of surprised me the way I did.

I watched as she pointed her gun in my direction, and had just enough time to cover my ears with my hands and then the shooting started.