An its been a sec sorry but GCSEs and school are getting annoying and family stuff blah but i wanted to upload so review, its really appreciatedand i love you all.
Brittany is livid, with Santana after she came home with a bump on her forehead and pupils the size of sun and scratching her arms. So she threw the doctors files at her and hasn't spoken to her at all. 4 days. All the kids are avoiding her too scared, of what's happening to their mommy. So Brittany is currently looking for an apartment that would fit 4 of them. She just doesn't want the kids to feed off of this energy. Its not like she can talk to Santana, she's so closed off and Cruz is becoming closed off which is scary. Brittanys fearing that it's too late. Cruz and Santanas similarities have always been scary to Brittany, but she just hopes that it won't be the same path for him. So here she lays on the couch at 2am looking for somewhere to move. When the front door opens.
"Hello?" She calls, heart hammering in her chest, grabbing her phone and the remote. What it was the closet thing to her. She raises it in front of her and walks to the foyer where she jumps as she sees a figure. "What the hell!"
"Shoot, I'm sorry I thought everyone would be in bed." The figure says. "You can lower the weapon."
Brittany sighs, and puts the remote on the long table. "Well I'm sorry Miss Devon lily but you scared the crap out of me." She bites.
"I just needed some stuff and it's like 2am I thought people would be asleep," Devon responds with a little attitude.
"Yeah well things aren't good here. Not like you would know. Anyway don't you have stuff at your dads?"
"Yes but I'm not staying there and I need some stuff for school tomorrow." Devon responds annoyed. She just wants to grab her books and leave.
"Be quick and lock up after you." Brittany says void of emotions, "wait where are you staying?"
"Oh at Quinns." She responds.
"Must be nice." Brittany mutters, then she walks up to spend her second night in the guest room. Devon rolls her eyes and secretly flips Brittany off behind her back before grabbing her stuff from her room and dashing out the door making sure to lock it up securely.
The next day Brittany is caught up at the dance studio, which means Santana had to go and pick Cruz up from school after having a phone call about his behaviour for like the 8th time. The car ride is awkward to say the least. He knows his mom isn't high but he can tell she wants to be, by the way she keeps tapping her fingers on the stirring wheel or moving a shaky hand to itch an itch. He's not dumb in school they play the videos of what happens to people. Santana sighs, "What happened buddy?"
"Nothing." He mumbles from the seat beside her.
"If it was nothing you wouldn't be suspended for 3 days." Santana states.
"why are you and momma spitting up?" He changes the subject.
Santana sighs again, and turns to look at his blue pleading eyes, "Oh honey, I want to make it work with your mother I do but.." She trails off.
"Its because you're using again. I'm not dumb." He states.
"No you're my genius." She says, smiling at the memories of when she called Britt her genius.
"No. I'm not. If I was you wouldn't break up this family like you are." Cruz grits.
"Cruz you don't understand." Santana breathes.
"I do you want an escape. But I don't understand what from. Is it us?" He says his voice increasing in volume.
"No honey, its me. My mind it gets to noisy." She tries to explain.
Cruz grunts slamming his fists on the dashboard. Scaring Santana. They pull up in the garage and just sit there for a bit until cruz breaks the silence. "Get help."
"Cruz baby…"She breathes.
"No. Get help. It's not hard." He seethes, turning red. Scaring Santana a lot she's never seen him like this before.
"Its not that easy."
Cruz lets out a bitter laugh, "Just stop being such a bitch."
Santanas eyes go wide at her 13 year old, "No you will not speak to like that. " she states sternly.
"I will because, you just want to break this family up. Like the selfish bitch you've always been, just like they say in school. I hate you." Then he snaps and slaps her arm not hard enough to hurt, but it gets rougher and it turns to punches all while he's screaming about how much he hates her. Santanas frozen shocked. She's never seen him act like this. She's never seen anyone have this big a breakdown. It stops before Santana can even process what happened he dashes out the car leaving Santana behind. Santana can't even comprehend, she just sits there for 20 minutes staring out the window.
Santana finally walks into the house after her silent thinking time. The house is silent but then again there's only 2 people in the house. Santana takes off her jacket and already she can see the bruises forming up and down her arms. She can't help but feel like she deserved it she has done this to her family and now its taking her toll on the kids. She runs her fingers through her hair before going down to the home studio.
Cruz sits on his bed staring at the dark blue wall. He wants to feel bad about what he did but he can't why should he. He did the same thing she's doing just he got physical unlike her who's doing it emotionally. He doesn't know how he lost control or why he went that far. Was it too hard? Maybe but she needs to know what she's doing. Again. He flops backwards with a huff. He doesn't know how long its been until he hears Milo's excited squeals running through the house. He groans, instantly regretting what he had done today. Getting sent home early, then battering his mom. Damn, he's in trouble. As if by magic he hears Brittany calling him down, grudgingly he walked down the stairs.
"Wheres your mom?" Brittany asks as she sees Cruz walks into the games room where Brittany and Myles are playing with cars.
"I dunno." He shrugged.
She sighed, "just go pack your things then, because I have an idea where she is and I'm not getting into it so we're leaving." She states simply.
Just as Blaine walks in pushing Santana. "Blaine I said leave me alone." She moans clearly high. Myles runs to Brittany hiding his face behind her back and Luna is seen grabbing Cruz' hand. Making him jump. When did she get there? "Hey kids.'' She smiles. Chucking her jacket on the couch forgetting about the bruises.
"What happened to you?" Brittany gasped.
"Nothing." Santana grunted. Looking at Cruz' shocked face.
Blaine sighed and Brittany let out a bitter laugh, "I can't believe you. That you when you're meant to be watching your 13 year old son. Would go out get off your face and in to fights and come home. Not even willingly covered in bruises." Brittanys face was turning red with rage now. "You know what? We're done. Kids go grab your bags and meet me in the car. Dont even think about tracking us down until you get your act together. Because what you have going on right now is pathetic and I'm over it." She basically shouts at Santana who is stunned to silence. Her life is spiralling she has no control. "Wow you're not even fighting for this. Have a nice life Santana." Brittany says pushing past her.
"San." Blaine reaches out.
"Go away." She whispers.
"T please." Blaine tries.
"Leave now." She says louder. Blaine sighs leaving. Santana waits till she hears both cars leave the drive. She doesn't cry she can't . It's her fault she knew what would happen. So she grabs the tequila she hid in this room and stumbles to her room.
welp kisses and lots of love also tell me ideas to add or what/who you want to see (more of) xo di