She's Worth It ch. 5
The last thing that I expected was for Santana to suddenly disappear into the night but I guess that I should've expected as much although it doesn't mean that I'm gonna stop looking out for her. I'm not just gonna stand by when someone's getting abused but I don't even know where I'm gonna start looking for her but thankfully I have awesomely amazing girlfriend to help me figure this out as she cares about the girl just as much as I do. She called around and ask if anyone knows of a Latina by the name of Santana but nothing came up as we didn't know what the girl's last name was but we couldn't give up because I don't know what it was but I feel this undeniable connection to her.
I know that the Broadway star feels the same way as she didn't know the meaning of giving up, refusing to let the jazz singer slip through her fingers as we continue through search the entire city with no such luck. I flopped down on the couch, plopping my aching feet onto the coffee as Rachel sits down next to me, resting her head on my shoulder as she lets out a dejected sigh. I know that this is hard on her as this is the third week of combing through the city looking for Santana with no leads or clue as to where she could be and it's taking its toll on the both of us as I run my fingers through her hair, lightly scratching her scalp.
The weatherman says that it was gonna snowing rather hard tonight, to basically indoors and that we should warm up by the fire, leaving me to wondering if the jazz singer is somewhere warm and safe but I have a good feeling that safe would be probably feeling if the person she's with beating on her. It makes my blood boil to think that someone's laying their hands on someone as amazing as Santana and if I ever met the scumbag of the earth, he can fuckin these goddamn hands. I feel Rachel slightly to see her looking up at me with those beautiful brown eyes that I fell in love with four years ago as I push a lock of hair behind her ear, kissing her temple.
"We'll find her Rachel and we'll never leave her go" I said trying to sound reassuring.
"Baby, we don't even know if she wants to stay with us" Rachel sighs.
"We'll find her, I know that we will and we'll give her a choice if she wants to stay with us or not but at least she'll have one since I doubt that she never truly had one to begin with. Santana will know that she has people that care about her and will do anything for her"
"Yeah… have I ever told you how truly amazing you are" Rachel said pecking me on the lips.
"Yeah but I think that I can stand if you did" I said smirking.
"You are truly amazing, Quinn Fabray" Rachel said in-between each kiss.
"I'll show you how amazing I am" I said pushing further down the couch.
"I can't wait" Rachel said lacing her fingers in my hair.
We were interrupted by someone knocking on the door and a large part of me wanted to ignore it because I'm trying to get it but Rachel gently pushes me off of her, I groan disapprovingly. She kisses me gently on the lip, moving to answer the door as I lay my arm against my forehead when I hear a loud gasp and the tiny diva call out to me to come to the door, jumping to my feet to see her on her knees next to a bleeding Santana, using the wall to stay in a sitting position. She has a large gash on the right side of her head, her shirt was ripped to shreds, scratches on her arms, bruises covering her face as her left eyes was swollen shut, her nose was bleeding profusely as she breathing shallowly thorough her mouth. I don't know the extent of her injuries but all I need to know is that she needs to get to a doctor before I go ape-shit on the asshole that did this to her as I gently carrying the jazz singer to my car.
"Stay with me, San" I said trying to get the stay to stay awake. "You're gonna be okay"
I carried Santana down several flights of stairs to the parking garage, gently placing in the backseat as Rachel wraps her arms around her so I could drive and I'm pretty sure that I broke several speed laws on the way there but I couldn't give a fuck. I'm pretty sure that I'm gonna be thrown for whatever prick laid their hands on Santana but that's not my main concern at the moment as getting her the much needed medical treatment.
"I'm-I'm s-sorry. D-Didn't want to be a b-burden" Santana gasps in pain.
"You're never a burden, love. We want you with us because we care about you" Rachel said pushing Santana's hair out of her eyes. "We're take you to the hospital so you'll get better and keep you away from whoever's hurting you"
"N-No hospital" Santana said shaking her head. "She'll find me"
"Sweetie, you need a doctor so we alleviate the pain you're in… Wait, did you say she?" I asked shocked.
I'm trying to wrap my mind around the fact that the person that's abusing Santana is a woman but women are capable abusing others as well as men but I pulled into the hospital parking a lot as I carry Santana into the lobby, shouting for someone to help me. The closest nurse calls for a gurney before pushing her into the ER to be checked out as an other nurse instructs me and Rachel to stay out and promising that she would let me when we could see her. We sat together, anxiously waiting for the doctor to tell something, anything about Santana as the time seem to drag by slowly but it was about four hours before he walked out along with two police officers behind him.
Dr. Riordan explains that the jazz singer has a sprained bruises, a cut on her right shoulder, bruised ribs, laceration on her forehead but he says that he had to run a rape kit just in case because there was some bruising around her inner thighs. There was no sign of rape as we sigh in relief as she should make a fully recovering although he had to call the police in cases of domestic violence as they needed to ask us a few question about how we knew Santana and if we knew what was going on with her. We answer their questions as best that we could before asking us to maybe talking Santana into pressing charges against who did this to her as we walked into the hospital to see her sleeping peacefully in a hospital gown that looks a little too big on her. Rachel looked like she wanted to cry when she looked at the jazz singer as she walks over to her, pushing back her bangs and places a gentle kiss on her forehead when the sleeping girl's eyes flutters opens then reaches up to wipes the tears.
"Hey pequna, why so sad? Too pretty to cry" Santana said groggily.
"Not as pretty as you" Rachel said letting out a watery laugh.
"Hey, how are you feeling?" I asked as quiet as possible.
"Tired and everything hurts" Santana said rubbing her hand.
"Yeah, that's what we need to talk to you about. Do you think that you can tell the police about who's been abusing you? It's really important"
I could see the tears swelling in her eyes as she chokes back a sob and I feel horrible for even bringing it up in the first place as Rachel soothes the crying girl.
"You don't have to talk about if it's too painful but we promise you that you're never going back there. We're not going to let them hurt you ever again" Rachel said kissing Santana's temple.
"They have another thing coming if they do" I said moving her other side.
"You shouldn't so be nice to me or even protecting me" Santana sobs. "I'm not worth it"
"Of course you are. You deserve to be happy, having good things happen to you and have people love and care about you because you're special if you're okay with it then you can stay with us" Rachel said taking Santana's face in her hands.
"Before you protest, just know that you will any and all arguments with Rachel when she really wants something" I said kissing the top of her head. "Stay with us until you're able to get back on your feet and if you still wanna leave then you can but we'll never stop caring about you or looking after you"
Santana looks between us, unsure about what to do as her emotions swirled behind her eyes before losing the fight to keep her eyes open but I know that she needed the rest because it looks like she has been very well since the last time we seen her. Now I'm more sure than anything than I ever have about protecting Santana from whoever is doing this to her and making her feeling she's not worthy of any kind of love. For now, I'll just have to focus on making sure that she has everything that she needs and getting healthier because it's obvious that she hasn't been taking care of herself either as Rachel and I take up residence in the uncomfortable chairs in the room.
I can't believe it! I can't fucking believe that fuckin bitch managed to escape me and who knows who she's with, let alone fuckin but I swear that I'll find her and make her pay for making a fool outta me. No one makes a fool of Brittany S. Peirce. I gave her everything a roof over her head, food in her stomach, the best sex of her life yet it was never enough for Santana how much I love her and yet she runs away from me. I tried my hardest to be the best girlfriend but she was always so ungrateful of what I was trying to build for us, going behind my back and sleeping with other people as I was so sure that she was sleeping with that slut of a bass player what's-her-face.
I tried so hard to be someone that she could want to be with but something that I did was never enough and I may or may not have slapped her around a few times, calling her a few names but she just makes me so angry at times although I have forgiven her taking me there. I'm trying to get a handle on my anger but how can I do that when Santana is always pushing my buttons as I wish that we could back in time to when things were simpler, thinking that it was us against the world. Now she's run away from me I h ad gone out with the guys to have a few drinks after an successful night of performing and I wasn't completely in the mood to deal with her bitching tonight as I just wanted to make love with her but she whine about being in the mood.
I got angry and I slapped her around a little, throwing a vase at her as it smashed near her head as I kicked her in the stomach but she just wouldn't stop crying and it annoyed the fuck outta me. I don't really remember what else happen after that but when I woke up the next morning, Santana was gone and I don't know where she went but I will find her and bring home kicking and screaming if I have to because she's mine. I won't let her go because I love her too much as I picked up my phone, dialing the number to a few old friends.
"You rang, Britt-Britt" He grins. "Long time no see. What can I do for you?"
"I need you find some lost property of mine. Do you think that you can find it?"
"You're talking to the best tracker on this side of New York. What you lose, baby-doll?"
"I knew that I could rely on you" I giggle.
~Nicole The Dragon Rider signing off
End of ch. 5