=Santana=

It has to be one of the weirdest nightmares I've had in awhile. At least the most graphic and odd. I haven't had the night terror before nor one this strange. It was the first one that included Sasha. I still didn't know what to make of it. It's not like it was very different it ended the same as all the ones that include Brittany, but it felt like one of the ones that would stick with me for a few days or weeks.

"I think she's waking up. Hey, Hey are you back with us." I was covered with a large coat. I blink away the daze to see a thin man in a camo suit and a neckerchief. I was pretty sure he's flaming gay. I wondered what a flaming gay would be doing paying for a hooker. "Are you alright?"

"I don't know. Have you paid Carlos?" I ask sitting up ready to do what he asked because if he didn't pay or I refused, he'd beat me again. I notice that I'm in the back of a van and a blond figure is driving. A larger figure in the passenger seat eating something.

"Paid, no. We found you in an ally after the ugly tacky dressed man left you, just laying there in that alleyway. You have some scary bruises on you. We've been driving around town wondering if you wanted a way out. He's obviously not good to you. How are you feeling?" He asks handing me a water bottle out of a small cooler between the front two seats.

"Scared...I would love for a way out but he'd kill you if you don't take me back now." I say straighting my dress(if you could call it that a bath towel would cover more).

"I don't think we can let you do that. We can protect you. We've been watching over Britt-Britt here for the last two years while looking for her parents." The man in the passenger seat said crawling back here. He was a larger man but not heavy like many of the rich men I had to 'do' regardless of how gross they were. "But if you insist or love him we could drop you back off." I look at both the guys hoping I wouldn't get them killed.

"Okay...how bad is it that I'm willing to take a chance on strangers to get away from Carlos."

"So what do we call you...I'm Sasha, this is Pat. Brittany is driving." The camo guy said with a joking tone.

"Hi, I would come back there but I'm kind of driving." A bouncy female's voice flowed from the front.

"Santana. Do you guys have any extra clothes I don't care if they fit. I just want to get out of these." I felt odd asking them but if I was going to try to run away I needed fresh clothes preferably one's that covered me more than a swimsuit.

"Of course. Brittany, I'm going to find some of your clothes for our new friend." Pat says to the front seat. Brittany gives a thumbs up okay with out looking back.

"Here they're probably going to be a bit long but at least you'll be more comftable." Sasha says handing me a pair of jeans a blue tshirt and a gray hoodie with rainbows all over it. "Don't worry we'll turn away." I had to laugh at that as I'm almost positive they were gay and It wasn't like I hadn't been used to changing if front of strangers, when Carlos sales me to everyone. We were quiet for awhile Sasha had fallen asleep and Pat took over as the driver.

"So how did you end up here, working the streets I mean?" Brittany asks awkwardly. She was a stunning blond with crystal eyes you could get lost in. I found my self blushing as I noticed her long toned legs.

"My uncle is a sick fuck."

"He's your UNCLE?!" Brittany said looking appalled that a relative could hurt me much less pimp me out the way he has, and she didn't even know the half of it.

Yeah messed up isn't it? There's not much more to it he doesn't care if your eight or fifty if he wants you he'll have you and if he really likes you he will keep you. He became my 'guardian' when I was seven, but he had abused me before that ever since then I've been his whore. What about you? How did you loose your parents, and end up traveling with these two?"

"I don't remember much. About three years ago they found me wondering around the capital in my pajamas. I don't know how I got there or how I lost my parents, or if I even had them. All I remember following a tabby cat. He looked hungry so I was going to bring him some tuna. Then I got lost."

"What about them?" I ask fascinated with my new friends. It felt like I was finally making a connection with someone. A connection that wasn't aggressive nor sexual.

"Neither of their parents excepted them as a couple and disowned them they ran away to be together. It's really quite romantic." I agreed "You want some Oreros?" she offered me the cookies.

"So you haven't found any missing pictures for you?" I ask wondering how a pretty girl with a dream family, could not have someone looking for her.

"Nope, I do not exist. Besides since I was fourteen when I went missing they would have classified me as a runaway. I don't even know my last name, or if Brittany is even my real name. Now we are wanted for hot checks and shoplifting so we have been city hopping. The police aren't really our friends." We were quiet for a long while after that. She started to fall asleep and I secretly wanted her to lean on me.

"How would you feel about a haircut." Sasha says looking at me in the reaview mirror. "It'll be harder for this asshole or his buddies to recognize you if we change up your look. Don't worry Pat's an expert at styling hair." I nodded as Brittany lays into my lap. I nod off to dream of my new runaway life, with two gay guys and a beautiful innocent blonde.

The next few days were some of the best since my early childhood. I loved the new choppy hair cut, eating real food. Just the kindness of these people made me feel like I was dreaming.

Any moment now he'd yank me out of the bed, it would be around four in the afternoon. He'd tell me to shower and fix my hair, while he called up clients who wanted me. He'd pick out the slutty outfit and make sure it fit me a little too tight. At sunset we'll head to whoever paid for me, sometimes with Lilly and Natasha. Lilly was a willing whore who did so to support her drug habit, which he got me addicted too as well. Natasha was in her late twenties but she was more Marc his partner's. I don't know why but Carlos always liked them young VERY young. I'm only seventeen but I dreamed of the day that I'm too old for his taste. I knew however I was an exception, I was too young for him at four and I won't be too old for him until he dies or kills me. The best thing I had to look forward to was if I had the chance to get shit-faced or stoned, if only to numb the constant feeling of worthlessness that gloomed over me at all the time.

Just the taught that that was my 'old' life as Patrick put it, made me feel like I was on the highest of highs. I just never wanted it to end. Patrick is driving around and decided to park for the night. Nuzzling my face into her neck, I fall asleep contently in Brittany's arms.

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I wake up to gun fire. Before I could register what was going on I heard another gun shot. By now I'm alert Sasha and Pat lay blood gushing from the shots wounds to their heads. "So you thought you could run from me Tana. All you have done is gotten me a new whore, got two faggots killed and chopped off your hair. Get over her you fucking bitch!" Brittany is clinging to my back crying. I'm paralyzed. I hear the other side door open and Brittany scream as Marc grabs her Carlos roughly pulls me out of the van and places a cloth over my mouth, my body goes heavy and vision pales before I lost consciousness all together.

"What made you think you could get away from us! Huh, Tana!?" He yells the moment I open my eyes. He hits me across the face. "At least Blondie is good untamed but good. Don't worry I've gotten the pleasure of de-flowering her." His smirk told me he wasn't at all kind like he was with me, but that was only because I was barely potty trained if I was older he would have been a lot rougher. "Did you not know about the chip? Did you think I was stupid enough to let you have freedoms but not have any insurance?!" As the remains of the drug leaves my system, I remember the events of the past days and start to cry. I hear muffled screaming from the next room and can't help but feel extreme guilt.

"Come on get up." He says pulling to my feet. He cuffs me to a pull-up bar facing the opposite direction in front of the very large mirror. Only my toes are touching the floor. I waited for the swing of a belt or what ever he was going to use to beat me. "I'm going to make sure everyone knows you belong to me. That I OWN you." With that I see a flicker of his lighter. Now I'm expecting to be burned. It wouldn't be the first time, but I feel a needle go into my left shoulder as he carves into my back while wiping the blood away with a cold washcloth. It was fairly deep. "Here I'll save you the stress of wondering." He then holds a mirror to show a bloody emblem. Carlos's Whores in a circle and a number one under it. He then preceeded to rape me. I try to drown out the screams from Brittany in the next room. After he's done, Brian would soon come in to beat the living shit out of me. Fucking sadist.

I'm here, it's alright." Brittany coos into my ear. Holding my shaking body. "Gosh you're burning up." She said but I was freezing. Here I am a big mess and depending on my wife who's two weeks from giving birth. I feel so selfish but I can't ignore the feeling of his name carved into my back. I listen to his heartbeat and try to catch my breath as she holds me in her lap. She was on bed rest now. Ever since she fainted at the mall.

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We had separated with brown paper bags. I took Sadie and she took Lucas. We figured this way was the best for us to collect Christmas presents for each-other (We had already got the 'Santa' stuff). "Do you think Buba would like another ball cap?" Sadie asks when we walk into 'Lids' "What's his favorite team?"

I never got to answer as my phone was vibrating. I see Brittany's picture. "We're almost done.." I start to say but the panicked voice of my little boy halts me.

"Mami...Mama collapsed we're next to the Sears and Footlocker. I don't know what to do."

"It's alright Mijo,We'll be there as soon as we can" I quickly say grabbing Sadie's hand with one and the one shopping bag with my damaged arm. She had fainted before at the dance studio around the 25th week because of a sudden drop in blood sugar. Mike had called me saying one of kids ran to get help while the oldest who was only six, kept the other kids away from her. It was a scare more or less and the doctor assured us that it wasn't unusual and that she and the baby would be fine but to eat more often.

As I came up to the Footlocker I see a small crowd. "But isn't this you mommy. Maybe you mean your daddy." a woman says putting her hand on his shoulder. I ignore my gut reaction of over protectiveness. How dare she touch him but I knew I would probably do the same thing if a little boy was crying hysterically in-front of his fainted mother. It would be a normal response of any woman with maternal instincts

"I called Mami this is Mama. I don't have a dad." I would have smiled at my hotheaded son if the situation was different. I push my way through. "Here she is. The doctor is on his way. I called him like you told me too."

"What's going on." Brittany asks rubbing her head.

"You fainted again. Stay put the doctors will be here soon."

I must have gone into a state that I often feel after a really bad nightmare. Where everything sounds like I'm under water, my vision is blurred and I can barely feel Brittany stroking my hair. "Sean yeah this is Brittany. Santana is really sick and can't come in today. Yeah I know it's short notice but she's burning up and has the chills and overall isn't that responsive. I was wondering if she could take some time off. Okay thank you so much." she hang up only to dial another number. "Mama, can you come get the kids. Santana is having a bad night and I can't handle the morning by myself, Thank you." She hangs up the phone. "It's going to be okay darling. Sean understood and has giving you some time off until Charlie gets here. Do you want to talk about it?"

I shake my head. "No but I can think of something that would make me feel better I say sitting up to kiss her. She falls into it quickly but pulls away just as fast.

"Baby you're sick and you might get Charlie sick." I lay back down she has a point. "I'm going to call your mom to see if she can bring us something to eat since I'm not supposed to be doing anything and you're sick and having a bad day. Don't be sad baby I can still cuddle you." I smile as she holds me close. Listening to the sound of our baby's heartbeat I drift back to sleep. I didn't want to but I couldn't stay awake.

AN: Sorry this chapter took so long to post I've done serval different versions of this on and orginally it was divided in two but didn't add up enough. I have an idea having to do with Brittnay's voices but I'm going to try to make the next few chapters fluffy. Thank you and review :)