"What did they want?" I asked Ms. Murphy after she explained to me that last night there were three men that came to the house last night looking for Bonnie's daughter. "They said that you had something for them and that they would be coming back in a couple weeks to get it. Brittany, they didn't give me a good feeling. What is going on?" I told her everything that was going on and she asked me if I had mentioned any of this to Santana. I told Ms. Murphy that I was not going to bring Santana into this mess.

One Week Later

On my way home from work on Friday evening Santana and I pull into my driveway and that is when she notices a big for sale sign on the truck.

"B, why are you selling the truck?" Santana asks me with a concerned look on her face.

"Oh um, I need the money for something. I really appreciate you fixing it for us, but Bonnie told me I needed to sell it." I see the disappointed look on her face but I know she won't question it any further.

I looked up how much and I can sell the truck to get the most money for it but also get it out of here quickly. I will still need like 10,000 more and not enough time. I am planning on selling my plasma and having a tag sale for some of my dad's tools that were left in the garage. But I don't think that I will have the money in time but it's Sunday morning and I have a guy interested in the truck, he is coming by 10am to take a look at it. I have it for sale for 5,000 and I am really hopeful that I can get that amount for the truck. I am currently waiting on the porch with Ms. Murphy for this guy Noah to show up. A man pulls up the driveway in motorcycle, gets off his bike and asks me if I'm Brittany. I walk down from the porch to greet him and head over to the truck. He seems to know a lot about vehicles. He asks me why I am getting rid of it when it seems to be in fine working shape. I told him that it was my mother's and she wanted me to sell it. After he returns from a short test drive around the block he tells me that he would buy the truck at the asking price. He hands me a stack of 100 hundred dollar bills and we fill out all the paperwork. Noah tells me that he will be picking up the truck this afternoon/evening when he finds someone to give him a ride. I hand him the keys and tell him to take his time, now that I have the money, I don't care what he does with the truck.

Flashback Saturday Morning-Santana POV

I have a gut feeling there is more to this truck selling thing, then Brittany is telling me. I understand that it's her mother's car but I would think that her own mother would want Brittany , who doesn't have a vehicle, to use it so that she can get around easier with everything that Brett has going on right now. Already I really don't like this woman. I made the decision once I asked about the truck that I was going to buy it, but Brittany would be pissed at me, so I have to figure out a way around things.

"Puck! I need another favor." I say when walking into his office. Noah Puckerman, one of my best friends, owns his own construction company and is always down to help me out. Just like when he found someone to initially fix Brittany's truck.

"God, Lopez what is it with all these favors? I never ask you for anything." He says with a smirk on his face. "Oh shut it, I set you up with Emma didn't I?" I responded. "Yes and I am very grateful, thank you for that. So what is it this time?"

" I need you to buy something for me." After I said that he lifted his brow and had a confused look on his face. "Not like that, I will give you the money and you just need to be the one to buy it. We can transfer it over to me once the deal is done." I tell Puck. "Okay Lopez, tell me what to do."

END OF JULY-Brittany's POV

Well I have about 8,000 in cash for Logan's thugs to come get, I am hopeful that they will agree to an extension for the rest of the money. (I made a good effort, right?) I have been living on eggshells just in anticipation of their arrival for this money. Bonnie has been on my ass everyday about this money. She says that she has been getting strange looks lately from other inmates and it is making her nervous.

On Thursday night I see a folded up piece of paper tucked in between my screen door and the frame after getting dropped off from work. I unfold the paper and it reads:

10pm Tomorrow Back Yard

Fuck! I say to myself when opening the door, I mean at least they gave me a heads up but now I am super nervous about whether or not they will give me an extension.

Thursday Night-9pm

Brett is in bed and I am pacing back and forth in the living room waiting for 10pm to come and go. I have the cash in an envelope on the coffee table and I keep staring at it. I am contemplating giving Ms. Murphy a text to tell her what is going on since she is the only one to know about the Logan situation and for her to keep an eye on things. I decided to go for it to let her know about them coming.

To Ms Murphy: Hey Ms. I just wanted to keep you in the loop, in about an hour, they will be in the backyard to collect. Just wanted to see if you could keep an eye open.

About 5 minutes go by and I don't get a text back, I think that she fell asleep with the tv on again. Just when I was going to respond to a text from Santana, I hear a soft little knock on my door. I quietly make my way over to the door to look and the peep hole and see Ms. Murphy standing outside of my door. I hear another knock and Ms. Murphy called my name, "Brittany, honey it's just me, let me in." I open the door with a stunned look on my face and let Ms. Murphy in. "Honey, I am going to wait with you here until 10 and I will stay in here with Brett just in case these thugs do anything crazy." I am blessed to have Ms. Murphy in my life. I tell her in a soft defeated tone. "Thank you". We sit in silence for what seems to be hours when Ms Murphy finally speaks, "Honey, did you mention any of this to Santana?" I look down in embarrassment and tell her that I don't want to drag her into this. Ms. Murphy just stays silent and nods her head in what seems to me in understanding.

It's five minutes to ten, I grab the cash and head to the back stairway. Ms. Murphy grabs my wrist and turns me around to give me a hug and tells me that she would be watching from up here. I tell her to lock the doors behind me and I make way to the back yard.

When I finally come to and I see Ms Murphy over me asking me if I was ok. I asked her what happened and she explained to me what she saw.

" I heard them yelling saying that half wasn't the deal and that they will show you and Bonnie. Then I saw one of them punch you in the face. Once you fell to the ground both men started to kick you. Do you not remember?" I tell her,"I remember them yelling at me and telling me that I needed to have the rest of the money by Saturday night or else. And then everything went dark after that. FUCK! What am I going to do?"

The morning after I feel like utter dog shit I woke up super late and I can barely move. I get out of bed and head to the bathroom. I take a glance in the mirror and see what these fuckers have done to me. I can barely stand up straight and I have some scratches on my face and a huge black eye. I decided right then and there that I will not be going to work today looking like this, I am sure that a law office wouldn't want their receptionist looking like this. I call my boss and tell them that I won't be in this morning because I just "fell down the stairs" and got hurt pretty badly. He tells me that he hopes I feel better and I assure him that I will be there on Monday. After hanging up with my boss I yell up the stairs to the loft to tell Brett that he needs to get his ass downstairs and that the bus will be here in ten minutes. I make him some breakfast and pack his lunch and leave it for him on the counter. I run to the bathroom when I hear him run down the stairs, not wanting him to see me looking like this. I yell out to him to tell him his lunch is on the counter and to have a great day.

About 20 minutes later, I hear a knock at the door, thinking that it is Ms. Murphy, I slowly walk over to the door and look to see who it is. I am not taking any chances after the night I just had. I look through the door and silently curse myself, I forgot to call Santana this morning telling her that I did not need a ride. FUCK! How am I going to deal with this. Looking at this wonderful woman through the door I start to cry. The emotions of the last couple weeks just got to me. I yell through the door that I'm not feeling well and that I didn't want to get her sick. Told her that I would text her later.

"Babe? Please open the door. I spoke to Ms. Murphy this morning and she said that something happened to you last night. Please let me in." Santana softly whispers through the door. I lean my head against the door and take a couple of deep breathes. How am I going to explain my appearance? I gather myself and open the door slowly.

"Baby, what the fuck happened to you?" Santana says with a concerned tone to her voice. "I fell." I tell her point blank. "Bullshit! If you fell Ms. Murphy would have told me that when she was talking to me just now, she looked so scared and concerned. What is going on?" Santana is practically yelling at me without really yelling at me. I know it is coming off as her yelling but I just know she is worried. I shuffled over to the living room and took a seat on the sofa because right now everything hurts and sitting makes me feel better. Once I take a seat I look at Santana and I just start to cry uncontrollably. Santana comes rushing over and gingerly puts her arm around my shoulders and tells "No matter what it is, it will be okay. I will help with whatever is wrong." Her willingness to help without even knowing what is going on, just makes me fall for her even more and at that exact moment cry even harder. I rested my head on her lap and must have cried myself to sleep before even telling her what was wrong. I'm woken up to Santana playing with my hair and I look up to see her looking at her phone. " Hey, sorry I fell asleep. How long have I been out?" I ask her. She looks down at me and tells me that I have been asleep for about an hour. "An hour!" I yell trying to get myself off of her lap. "Shit San! You are late for work!" She soothes my back with her hand and tells me that she texted Sarah, her assistant and told her that she wasn't coming in today and to reschedule all her patients for next week. I apologize to her and tell her all the crazy details of the shit that Bonnie got us into.

After talking Santana out of calling the police I inform her that Logan's thugs are coming back on Saturday night to collect the rest of the money. She is just sitting on the sofa listening to me try to work out a solution. Twenty minutes go by and she clears her throat and says, "B, I have sat here and listened to you try to figure this out and there is a solution to your problem that you haven't mentioned and before you say no I just want you to realize something. With them coming after you like this, you have to think about your safety and the safety of Brett, Ms. Murphy and even though you don't care, Bonnie. Baby please let me help you and give you this money to get them out of your life. And I am going to be with you when you give them the money on Saturday night." I desperately want to tell her no and that I will figure something out on my own but I can't think of anything else. So I tell her that I will pay her back when I have the money. This is a loan, not a handout.

We spent the rest of the morning hanging out at the house and decided that it would be cool to grab Brett from school instead of him taking the bus home. I am going to brief him on certain things that are going on because I know the second that he sees my face he will question what happened.

I just hope that its will be the end of dealing with Logan and his thugs.

Sorry for the delay in posting, things have been rough but I hope you enjoy the new chapter. Comments/suggestions helpful. And I am going to try to update on Fridays...maybe even this Friday we will see. Be safe.