Chapter 28
Hey another short update... Sorry, but thanks for all the reviews, they have really inspired me. I was very nervous about the last chapter but everyone seems to be ok with it. Anyway next chapter hope you guys like it, and if you do please drop me a review.
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Rachel sat on the bed breathing heavily, the slickness between her thighs made her feel dirty and sick. She stood up and leant down to pick up the blanket Quinn had discarded on the floor. Rachel wrapped it around her body, breathing in the scent of its heavenly reverence. She sighed to herself the comfort she normally got from her scent no longer held the same comfort. Rachel felt the silent tears running down her face, she wiped them away awkwardly, and she then steadied herself, and left the room to shower.
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Quinn sat on the bed in her new room, her mind completely lost in recesses of her head.
"I love you Quinn, calm down baby, don't cry Quinnie."
Quinn shuddered at the voice in her head; his voice always reverberated through her even if it was only an echo of the past. Frustration built in side of her; it was the past, the fucking past, why couldn't she get past it. She lifted her head and glanced around the room, the anger bubbled in her stomach, and she could feel it frothing to the surface. She stood up slowly and walked out of the bedroom door. She went down the stairs and glanced over to the sofa, where Santana was sitting cross-legged. Santana looked up at the sound of shuffling feet; she immediately stood up and rushed over to the blonde girl, and captured her into a tight hug. Quinn felt the anger erupt out of her into bitter heartbreaking sobs, and she buried her head into Santana's shoulder. Santana gently lowered them to the floor, at no point did she release the vice tight grip she had on Quinn. No words were spoken, none were needed. Brittany entered the room from the kitchen, she surveyed the sight in front of her understanding the significance of the occurrence, and lowered herself to the floor behind Quinn wrapping her arms around the girl, effectively sandwiching the girl. They were trying to convey pure love and affection by mere physical contact alone. They all patiently sat on the floor, even when their knees starting to hurt from kneeling on the floor they didn't move. Eventually Quinn's breathing evened out, and it was clear she was asleep. Santana glanced over Quinn's shoulder at Brittany, between them they lifted the girl, Santana held onto her bridal style and carried her up the stairs depositing her into her own bed, before getting into it herself, with Brittany joining her on the other side. No words were said during the entire encounter, because sometimes words cannot express what needs to be said and any words would only distract from the greater inherent truths.
Unbeknownst to the three girls currently tucked up in bed, the other member of their family was stood naked in the bathroom, staring at the razor that was balanced so precariously on the sink. It was calling to her. She lifted the razor up off the side, gripping it lightly in her palm. She ran her finger down the handle lightly; she then snapped the head of the razor off. She used her fingernails to prise the blades out. Thanking whichever girl had carelessly left the razor within her grasp. She pushed the blade roughly into her pubic bone, a place she knew she could hide the cuts. She watched in satisfaction as the blood spilled out coating her fingers and the blade. She lifted her hand up circling her fingers, enjoying the feeling of the blood in between her fingertips. She watched in disappointment when the feeling didn't erase the heavy feeling in her soul, she lifted the blade and jabbed it in again roughly, she watched in dismay that she had cut to high. The cut appeared on her stomach and was bleeding profusely. Her normally controlled cutting manner had gone; she had just stuck herself lost in the moment. She watched in pure shock and awe as the blood cascaded down her body onto the floor. "Shit," Rachel swore under her breath. She grabbed a towel and quickly pressed it against her stomach to try and stem the bleeding, the white towel quickly turned red. She was shocked by the sheer amount of blood exiting her body. The relief she got from cutting was now being replaced by fear, as the magnitude of the situation hit her. Panic was coursing through her veins. She started to feel dizzy, and slumped down on to floor leaning heavily on the bathtub. Rachel attempted to take deep cleansing breaths, and realised the hopelessness of her situation. Her options seemed to be go run to Santana... or go to run Santana. She surveyed the room, or she could just wait here for her problems to go away. Yeah that was the better option.
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Santana was laying down her arm was bent, and holding her head up as she was looking down at the sleeping blondes in front of her. She slowly crept out of the bed, replacing the covers gently over the sleeping girls. Quinn's face was still red and puffy from all the crying, she leant down and kissed her forehead, tucking Quinn's hair behind her ear at the same time. She crept down the hallway, and was surprised to see Rachel's door ajar. Rachel had never been able to sleep with the door open, it had been an issue of ridicule from when she was younger when a nightlight had to be purchased rather than merely allowing the hall light to be left on, and the door left open. Santana stuck her head into Rachel's room; she looked around the room in confusion. Rachel's clothes had been flung all around the room. Rachel was nothing if not meticulous, and organised when it came to her wardrobe, dirty clothes always went in the hamper, never across the floor. Santana rolled her eyes to herself, when she remembered sharing a room with the diva, and that rule causing a few Berry World Wars. She left the room, and wandered towards the bathroom, and knocked on the door lightly, "Rach, you in there?"
Rachel looked down at her stomach, then up at the door, trying to work out her best possible option. She resigned to herself, "yes I'm in San."
"Are you ok?"
Rachel sighed heavily to herself, "If I ask for your help will you promise not to be mad?"
Santana worried, pushed against the door and went to open it but was halted by the lock, "what's wrong Rachel?"
"Do you promise not to be mad?"
"Rachel I'm not having a conversation with a door, open the door and we can discuss whatever is wrong."
"I will open the door as soon as you promise not to be mad."
"I can't promise that Rachel, but I can promise you that I always have your best interests at heart."
"Why did you have to go and say that?"
Santana smiled weakly against the door, pressing her face into the wood. She heard a groan through the door then the shuffling of steps and then the noticeable click of the look being taken off. She tentatively opened the door, and was met with the sight of Rachel leaning against the bath tub; a crimson colour covered the bathroom. Santana looked into her sister's eyes, Rachel was surprised by what she saw, she expected rage, anger, annoyance, but all she was disappointment and weariness. She found that reaction much more gut wrenching than anything Santana could have yelled at her. Santana reached up and grabbed the first aid kit out of the cabinet and set about cleaning up the wound on Rachel's stomach. Once she had finished the clean up job Santana finally spoke to Rachel. "Rachel this action tonight has proven how young you are, because I won't let you perform in that play anymore you resort to this. It's immature Rachel and hardly a way to prove to me that you are mature enough to handle that role."
Rachel bit her lip in agitation; Spring Awakening was the last thing on her mind. Quinn was taking up the majority of her free mind space. Rachel chose to just nod along with Santana; she looked up into Santana's eyes and for the first time in a long time saw her teenaged sister. That same girl who was so insecure when she first crossed the threshold of the Berry house. "Santana, I'm sorry."
"I know you are," replied Santana, "but I don't know how to deal with all this I just don't..."
