*Some of you might know Spanish, and therefore might know that the name of this chapter: violación, means rape. So, this is my warning, there are scenes of rape, as well as violent scenes. Trigger warning for those who may have experienced either. Proceed with caution!*

Chapter 7

It was December of Freshman year when Santana met Kyle. He was a transfer student, a Junior. He was fit, handsome and charming, and Santana knew she had to make him hers. He was more attractive then Marcus by far, and seemed to be much more experienced. I liked the look of him, and loved the way the other girls stared when we walked around school together.

I remember seeing a glimpse of Brittany out of the corner of my eye one time as I linked arms with Kyle to show him off around school. She watched with wide eyes, and only because I knew her so well, I saw the pain in her eyes, and jealousy too. I simply smirked, knowing that she was feeling what I felt when I saw her with Mike.

Kyle was a great kisser. Almost as good as Britt was. He let his hands roam my whole body, and for once, I didn't care. His hands were experienced and strong, and the way he held my body to his made my toes tingle. It was the first time that any guy had ever made me feel anywhere as aroused as I did with Britt. He was the first time where I could truly picture myself with a guy instead of with Britt. I remember breathing a sigh of relief when I felt those symptoms of arousal, knowing now that I couldn't be gay, because if I was, a guy couldn't make me feel like this.

I knew he knew I was an easy lay. But something about him made me want to play hard to get. We'd make out, and round first base, but I'd always stop it, and make an excuse. I wanted him to want me, more than anyone had wanted me before. I wanted him to tell me he'd wait for me, and that I was special.

One time I did this, I found out that Kyle did not want to wait, and that he did not think I was special. I remember everything about it. The time; 10:38pm. The way the trees whipped around in the wind, the clouds thick and dark. The way his rough hands choked me. The way he drove himself into me, over and over. The way I cried, silently, not giving him the pleasure of hearing me scream. The way I prayed that someone, anyone would come and save me from this monster. The way he smelled, his juices all over me, and the stink of sweat clinging to him. The way he'd laughed at my tears, and told me I was a slut. The way that I simply laughed it off, saying it was no big deal. The way that my insides were screaming about how much of a big deal it was.

Most of all, I remember the pain. The way that my body throbbed and pulsed in pain. The way that I limped. The way that I bruised. The way that I bled.

I didn't let him drive me that night. He left me where it had happened, and I began to slowly limp towards home. I couldn't let Britt see me like this. She'd know. I knew she would. She'd want to get him back. He'd hurt her too.

I finally made it to my house, and dragged myself up the stairs to bed. I crashed onto it, hating that it didn't have Brittany on it. I don't remember falling asleep, but I remember waking up.

My body coursed with pain. Throbbing, pulsing, hot pain. I remember peeling my eyelids open, and forcing myself to the bathroom, to check out my reflection in the mirror. I had a black eye, and a swollen lip. I could make out a light bruise on my neck, where his hands had been. I couldn't bear to let myself explore the rest of my body, knowing what I would find.

Suddenly I heard a gasp and turned around. Brittany stood behind me, her eyes wide with fear and concern. She took in the state of me, and I dropped my gaze to the floor. Would she think it was my fault?

She flew to me and wrapped her arms around my frame, her body shaking as sobs wracked her. I held onto her with all my life, finally allowing myself to feel once more. We stood like this, with no words for God only knows how long. Then she pulled away, and began undressing me. She kissed every bruise, and cried for every cut. She touched all of me gently, not in a sexual way, but in a loving way. She soothed the painful throbbing I felt.

She turned on the shower, and stripped down. I couldn't help but study her amazing body. She smiled gently and led me in, washing me from head to toe and massaging shampoo into my scalp. I leaned into her, needing to feel her warmth and love.

After the shower, she dried me off and led me back to the bed. She tucked me in, and laid beside me, holding me close to her heart. I fell asleep listening to her heartbeat, realizing that we hadn't even said a word.