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Twelve years old Santana let out a tired yawn as she walked down the hallway for her last class of the day. She was wearing a black sweater with the hood over her head, ripped jeans, and a pair of old Nike. She was tired and sore, she could still feel the punch her uncle gave her this morning and the black eye. So far so good, she managed to hide her face the whole day but wondered for how long until someone discovered the truth.
It's been six months since the death of her aunt and being forced to move to Lima, Ohio with her uncle. The abuse started after only a week of moving. At first, he would just yell or told her she should have been the one to die. Then he started getting drunk more often and beat her whenever he wanted. Since then, Santana would lock her door every time she was home. Unfortunately, when she was about to leave the house for school, he was waiting for her.
Santana cried silently on her way to school. She wished what her uncle said was true. She wanted to leave. She didn't want to tell an adult, he would just lie then beat her further. Or maybe then he could kill her. But her aunt always told her to never give up on life, but the young preteen was beginning to think, that maybe life wasn't that worthy. She didn't have real friends at school, except Quinn Corcoran who was her partner in class.
Quinn was the little sister of Brittany Corcoran, Santana's teacher. Brittany was the sweetest person in the world. Everyone adored her. Even Santana. She would remind her of her aunt. Brittany truly enjoyed teaching kids. She was very attentive and always here to help. She could also be stern and firm when needed. Nobody wanted to piss off Mrs. Corcoran.
When Santana entered inside the. classroom, she made a beeline to her desk where Quinn was already sitting next to her. She ignored Quinn's concerned look and sat down as Brittany began to talk back to where they left before recess. Santana quickly zoned out, staring blankly outside. the windows when she felt something poking her in the ribs.
She jumped and hissed at the slight pain, scaring Quinn in the process. Feeling her heart besting. faster, Santana inwardly sighed in relief when no one paid them attention.
"I'm sorry San, I just need help for this exercise, " Quinn whispered, not too sure what to do.
Santana chuckled and nodded. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. I wasn't thinking, " she said before looking at Quinn's book.
She then began explaining to Quinn how to resolve this. problem. After another hour of class, the bell finally rang. All the kids began packing and leaving the room. Quinn kissed Santana on the cheek before running out of the classroom telling her she had cheerleading. Santana chuckled and watched her only friend disappearing. Realizing she was the last one, she quickly walked to the door when Brittany's voice interrupted her.
"Santana honey, can I talk to you for a moment?"
Santana didn't turn around and took one step to the door. "Uhmm I can't, I have to go, " she replied quietly.
She heard a chair scraping the floor and movements behind her. Santana lowered her gaze when Brittany closed the door and knelt in front of her.
"Honey, can you look at me please?" Brittany asked gently.
Santana's heart was running and she tried to hold her tears. She shook her head no and kept looking at the floor. "I have to go, please, " Santana whimpered pleading.
"Santana? Do you trust me?" Another nod. "So look at me, please, " Brittany was very patient and could tell Santana was close to crying.
Santana slowly lifted her head until she was looking into her teacher's eyes. She saw sadness and concern. Brittany said nothing and pulled her hood off her head before gently tracing Santana's bruises on her face. Santana was frozen in place, she couldn't move or utter a sound. She felt tears finally flowing down her cheeks.
"Santana. I need you to be honest, can you do that?" Brittany asked seriously.
"Yes, " Santana's voice broke a little.
"Are you safe at home or abuse in any way?"
Santana broke down in tears. She flung herself at Brittany, battling her eyes out while gripping her blouse tightly in her fists. Brittany's heart broke at the anguished sound of crying and just rocked the small brunette, trying to calm her down. She sent a text to Will, the principal, telling him to meet her in her classroom immediately.
"Don't make me go back! Please!" Santana begged, shaking violently.
"You're safe now, don't worry. I've got you shh, " Brittany murmured into her hair while Will came running inside the room.
"Brit! What's wrong?" Will Schuester asked, his eyes wide at the scene before him. Brittany just pulled Santana's face to show him and Will was furious. "I'll get Puck while I call the police. Don't leave, " he growled before running back to his office.
A few minutes later, Santana was calming down but wouldn't let go of her teacher. Puck arrived not too long ago and both were trying to talk to Santana.
"San, does your uncle hurt you at home?" Puck asked, his heart breaking for the small brunette.
"Yes, " Santana sniffled. "He punched this morning before I walked to school, " she admitted, letting out a yawn.
Just then Will came back with two police officers and another woman whom Brittany didn't know. The teacher felt Santana stiffening and whimpering, trying to hide deeper into her body. Pick went to talk to the group as Santana eventually fell asleep in her arms.
One hour later, Santana some up disoriented and confused. She sat up looking around her and noticed she was in the nurse's office on the bed. Brittany was talking with another woman when they heard movements. Santana was now wide awake and everything came back to her mind. She kept her gaze on the ground, not knowing what will happen now.
"Hello Santana, I'm Mrs Parker but you can call me Anna. I will be your social worker, " Anna explained. "I can assure you that your uncle has been arrested and that you won't be going back to live with him. There will be a trial but you don't have to worry about it for now."
"Where will I live then?" Santana asked quietly.
Anna was about to answer but Brittany beat her to it. "You'll be living with me. They have to find any relatives but for now, I'll be your foster mother, " she told her.
Santana nodded, "okay."
Brittany looked at Anna worried by Santana's quiet demeanor. Anna shook her head silently, hand her a card while whispering to her to get Santana a therapist as soon as possible. Brittany was now left with Santana.
"Alright San, you okay?" the blonde teacher asked.
"Yeah, " the preteen replied. "Can we go?" she asked, jumping on her feet and grabbing her backpack.
Brittany sighed and followed her. "Sure, we need to pass by your house to grab your stuff before going home."
Home. Santana scoffed inwardly. She never had a home. She wondered if one day, she could call someplace home. Because she was running out of option.
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