Chapter 2: Welcome to my hell

Rachel's POV

I walk into the halls trying to find Santana. We have to start on our project today. I see her talking to Sam. I walk over to them and I see Sam glare at me. Santana turns towards me and smirks.

"What do you want Berry?" She asks me bitterly.

"Our project" That's all I say.

"Great, just the thing I wanted to do." She says sarcastically while rolling her eyes.

"Look, I don't want to fail because you do want to help me." I say to her.

"Berry, I didn't even want you as a partner. Miss Gilmore thought it would be a good idea." She tell me.

"Where are we doing this? Your house or mine?" I asked.

"No way, you're not going into my house. So yours it is." She smirks.

"Whatever. See you later." I turn to walk away, but Santana calls me.

"Hey Berry." She yells.

"Wha-?" I'm hit with an ice cold slushie. I wipe the icy cold drink from my eyes. I see Santana and her friends laughing at me. I'm fucking pissed. I'm tired of this bullying, it has been going on for far too long. I go to the locker room this time.

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Santana's POV

Well, here I am. I'm at fucking Berry's house and I don't want to be here at all. This is some bullshit to be honest with you. Why did Miss Gilmore do this to me, I'm getting to the point to where I'm really starting to dislike this lady. I walk up to the doorstep and I knock. I hear the door open and I'm met with this man who has an emotionless face. He also has a belt in his hand and he looks drunk.

"Hey is Berry here?" I asked him.

"Yeah, the little bitch is upstairs." He says harshly.

"Uh, okay. Thank I guess." I walk in and I hear the door close.

"So, are you her girlfriend?" He asks me taking a swing at his beer.

"Ha! Hell no. Not even in her dreams." I say.

"Good, you look to good for her anyway. She doesn't deserve to be with a pretty girl." He takes another swing at his beer again.

"You must be disgusted by her." I tell him.

"I don't even love her. Her dumb ass mother gave her to us." He says bitterly.

"Oh, so you're married to a man?" I asked him.

"Yep and I love him." He grins.

"That's nice." I nod at him.

"Yeah, so why are you here if I may ask?" He asks me.

"I got a project I have to do with her." I tell him.

"Great, she loves doing those damn things." He says sarcastically.

"Yeah." I simply say.

"RACHEL!" He yells. He scares me a bit when he does that. I hear creaking from the top of the stairs. I look up and see Rachel limping down the steps. She looks up at me with a bruised face. Woah.

"Hey San." She says hoarsely.

"Hey." I say slowly.

"You can come up to my room." She starts to walk up the steps slowly.

"Thanks dude." I nod at him and follow Rachel.

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Rachel's POV

I finally make it to my room with Santana right behind me. I open my door and walk in. I go to lay on my bed sighing when the soft mattress touches my body. I look over at the Latina and she looks around my room.

"Not that bad for a nerd huh?" I asked.

"No, it's not." She goes to sit at my desk.

"To be honest I thought you weren't going to come." I tell her lying down.

"Why?" She asks me.

"Because you hate me and don't give to two shits about me. I'm glad you did though, you stopped him from hurting me even more badly." I say.

"You get treated like this at home too?" She asks me.

"Yep. You like me being fucked up don't you?" I roll my eyes.

"I don't know." She eats a gummy bear.

"You hate me Santana, and I'm fine with that, but you bully me too fucking much. I didn't do anything to you." I sigh.

"Why do they hurt you?" She looks up at me.

"Why do you care?" I spit.

"I don't, just having a conversation." She shrugs.

"Well, I'm different and that's all I'm saying. You wouldn't understand what I have to go through everyday just being me." I sit up wincing.

Santana just looks at me with a look on her face that I can't even describe. It's like she's actually sad and worried at the same time. She has no right to be sad about me because she's the one who basically causes this shit. The only reason why I can't hate her is because she is the love of my life and I can't hate her. She's been my crush ever since we were little and she doesn't know that. I don't want her to know my secret at all that would cause them to bully me even more.

"Look Berry, I might not like you, but I don't like what they do to you." She tells me.

"What about what you do to me? You cause this Santana. My dad's will never think that I would ever find love because I no one will never love me." I tear up a bit.

"Is he drunk all the time?" She asks me.

"Basically, some time I go over Artie's house to stay with him because they beat me down daily. It's hard getting hurt at school, and then I have to come home to this." I tell her.

"Is it okay if we could start?" She asked me changing the subject.

"Sure." I get up slowly and pull out my books."

"I brought my computer." She tells me pulling it out of her bag.

"Okay." I nod.

"Sorry about this Berry." She looks at me with a sad look.

"Welcome to my hell." I tell her.

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Santana's POV

I've been over Rachel's house for over two hours now. To be honest I'm actually enjoying her. She's smart and kind. Rachel fell asleep 10 minutes ago. We got half of our project done, and that's because we kept taking breaks. Her dad has been gone for a while now and that's good. Rachel looks like she hasn't slept in weeks. I turn to look at her, and I smile. I'm getting tired myself so I'm going to stay over at Rachel's house. I take my clothes off and put them beside my bag. I open Rachel's drawer to look for some short and a shirt. I find some and I slip them on, but something else catches my eye. I move some clothes over and I see a gun. I turn to look at Rachel and I pick it up holding it in my hands.

"Fuck." I whisper.

"What are you doing with that?" Rachel is looking at me with a panic look.

"Why do you have this?" I ask.

"I…." She trails off.

End of this chapter. Why does Rachel have that gun? Santana will be getting closer to Rachel. Santana's dad will show up in the next chapter and shw will talk to him about Rachel. Sweet Lady Kisses.