A/N: so I stayed up late to finish this one. hope you'll like it. so here's the next chapter and enjoy! fell free to leave your reviews... comments, questions and etc :) and as for the questions, i'll try to tend to them the best that I could. Thank you, guys!
CHAPTER 10
..."Oh, hell no! You son of a bitch!"...
She felt an unexplainable feeling of happiness that sparked inside her when she heard that voice, that voice that she's been longing to hear. She finally got out of the man's grip and ran towards Santana. She felt her body shaking as she grabbed the woman's arm and gripped them as if this woman was the source of all her strength. She did not protest when she felt she was pulled closer and hugged by the brunette tightly. She closed her eyes when she felt the woman's arms wrapped around her. She felt good, safe and secure being in her arms.
Santana slightly dragged her, pulling her away from the man. "Are you okay? Did he hurt you? What did he do to you?" the Latina asked, crease forming in her forehead as she furrowed her brows. She felt the brunette's body hardened and her whole muscles tensed. She saw how the woman clenched her jaw, controlling her anger. She already saw this expression once that's why she felt nervous of what she would probably do.
The blonde nodded. "I-Im o-oka -"
"Good. Stay here," the brunette cut her off. Santana clenched her fist and walked back to the man. She punched the man straight right onto the face and kicked him on the shin. The man howled in pain while he bent down to check his leg. Then the brunette took this opportunity to tackle him to the floor, not gicing him the chance to stand and recover. The Latina hovered over him and punched the man in the face as if it was a punching bag. She shouted when she started to see blood on the man's face.
She ran towards them. "S-Santana, that's enough! Stop!" she tried to stop her. but it's as if the brunette didn't hear anything and has no intention to stop. She kept on punching and kicking the man. "Santana Lopez! I said stop it! You might kill him!" she said. Panic can be sensed in her voice because for one, never did she really like violence - It's just not my thing, you know. Peace is better and happier. No to violence and stop the violence. - and another reason is, the man is already bleeding, for pete's sake! She looked around and asked for help from the crowd who were watching the fight as if there's a fight scene from a movie shoot that's going on. There were then some guys who got to pull both persons apart who are now lying on the ground, Santana on top of the totally beat up guy.
She distanced herself a bit and looked for her nephew. She let out a breath that she didn't know she was holding when saw him riding on a boat with Lucy. It good that he didn't see what just happened.
Santana walked back to the man and grabbed a hold of the collar of his shirt. "What's your name?" she said with a firm tone in her voice.
"V-Vincent Lim," the man quickly answered. It was obvious that the man was scared and already sobered up. She knws pretty well that the man is drunk. Well duh, he smells like he takes a bath using beer or any sorts of alcohol he could manage to do so, using beer foams as soap or bubble bath and using another alcoholic drink to rinse it off. Ugh! Men and their drinking tendencies.
She released the man from her grip and took her cellphone out inside her black leather jacket and dialled a number. She just can't let this go after what the man did to Brittany. No one ever touches my Britt-Britt, let alone disrespect her. Again, no one should dare touch my blonde. Otherwise, I'd go all out Snix on y'all. You see what happened to that guy? It ain't me who did that, it was all Snix fury. So if I were you, watch your back. She will surely make that bastard pay. She felt anger rise up to the pit of her stomach again when she remembered the terrified look on the blonde's face, how her eyes reflected fear, how the blonde's hands were shaking when the woman grabbed her in the arms. She can't dare to think of what might have happened to the blonde if she didn't get in time or if she wasn't there to rescue her. She was looking for a parking lot for her to leave her red car before it happened. All she saw was black and red when she spotted the blonde trying to get away from the man's tight grip.
"Fabray," she said to her best friend when Quinn answered her call. "Bitch, listen to me. Do you have connections to the embassy? Immigration? and all of that sort?"
"And why?" the other blonde answered interested by the reason of this unexpected call from one Santana Lopez.
"I want a certain Vincent Lim out of the country as soon as possible. and what I mean by as soon as possible, I want him out now, Quinn. N-O-W," Santana said.
"hmm... It seems like this man did something big and bad to have THE Santana Lopez call and wanted him to be thrown out of the country," Quinn Fabray sound amused by her friend's actions.
The brunette sighed harshly. "So, do you know someone or what?"
She heard the other girl laugh at the other end of the conversation. "Easy, San. It sounds like your worrying too much or something. Well, I don't have direct contact -"
"Then that's your problem. Find a way," she said cutting her friend off.
"Hey! Why is it even my problem, bitch?" the blonde protested.
"And I don't see why not. That's what you're good at. So, do it."
"You really are a bitch..." Quinn muttered. "You're talking there and keep telling me to do stuff as if I'm like the main line of all the phones in the world that has every connection to every fucking phone or person that has a phone that exists."
"So, listen, can you do it?" she impatiently asked. she doesn't even know why her best friend still keeps on complaining and yapping about it even though they both know that the blonde can't ever say "no" to her.
"Yeah, sure. Consider it done, bitch." Yes, she's totally right. She could always count on this girl.
"Okay, sure. I owe you one, bitch." With that, she ended the call. She put her phone back into the pocket of her leather jacket. She looked around, looking for her blue-eyed blonde. Then, she saw her looking at the boats on the lake of the park. Justin might be there. Then, she looked at her for a moment, studying her every feature and looking intently at the blonde.
The blonde's beauty really is mesmerizing and breath taking. What's making it more amzing is that how the blonde is oblivious of how gorgeous she is. She doesn't mind or she doesn't know how beautiful she is. She's just care-free and looks effortless. She doesn't need to take a lot of effort just to look beautiful. Well, my Britt-Britt could wear a black garbage back and won't comb her hair, she'd still look gorgeous. NO. BUTS. She loves the way the woman's blonde lock flow freely with the air, how her eyes sparkle especially when the light of the sun or any for of light reflects on it, how her lips are naturally pink and thin (and kissable), how perfect the other woman's body is and just the whole being of the blonde. She likes - loves - everything that is about the blonde. Well, honestly, with the whole time that she knew this woman, she's only seen her once wearing a much needed make up. That was the time when she needed to cover the swelling of her eyes and lips because of what happened that night wherein she wasn't able to control her emotions. The blonde did hit a nerve there, especially the most sensitive part of her being. she really did regret what happened that night, How she wished she could turn back time and never allowing it to happen or just to erase that bad memory. If only she had the power to do so.
She was the product of an arranged marriage. Needless to say, her parents really never loved each other - at all. Maybe that's why she never felt being loved by her parents. She grew up never experiencing what really being a child is, especially the feeling of having both of your parents who love and care for you. When she was younger, she was always bullied on school. Maybe because she looks different, being a Latina, Hispanic and all that. But when her grandparents took her, her whole world started to change. She was taught how to live in this crazy world and how to fight those bullies. Her abuelo said she should always stand tall and never lie on the ground, for nobody could ever step on him if he was on his feet. That's why she taught and forced herself to be tough and to fight. She should fear nothing and no one, and that she should be the one who people should fear. But behind her being all tough and being all bitchy to the people around her, she could still feel that she's incomplete. That as if her whole being is a puzzled she could never and never will she be able to solve. She feels like something is lacking but she can't put a finger on it, but not until the blue-eyed blonde came and appeared barged in her life. As if a warm hand caressed and touched her heart smoothly. Her heart is beating in a way she isn't familiar of ever feeling it, it's so foreign. She was so confused and mystified by the feeling and she didn't know how to deal with it. And then as if he had been stuck by lightning, realization dawned on her. She, then, realized that all he was looking for was love... after all this time. She wants to love and to be loved. Then everytime she thinks about the word "love", all she could see is this particular blue-eyed blonde - Brittany S. Pierce.
All the while, she thought that the only reason why she never stopped pestering the blonde was because of her hurt ego. But then the time came where she just gave up and admited to herself that she already fell in-love with the blonde. What else could she call those sleepless night because all she did was to think about the blonde, that beautiful face and those sparkling blue eyes? those times and wishful thinkings that she all she ever asks is to be with the woman? for putting a tracking device on her things so that she'd know where her blonde is? And everytime she thinks about the anger she felt for her parents, the blone's angelic face with those sparkling blue eyes immediately pops into her mind as if it's the only cure to the anger she's buried deep inside her heart for a very long time now. If she even try to think about the things she's done because of this blonde, time would totally run out just thinking how long her list is. Above all of those things, it only means one thing - she already loves her. She would win her heart no matter what. She's ready and more that willing to give Noah Puckerman as many cars as he wants to thank him for letting their paths cross. The blonde wasn't just a bet nor a challenge to her anymore, for she meant everything to the brunette now. She was totally thankful that the blonde went with her the other day. Somehow, she felt that bit by bit, Brittany's impression of her is changing.
She breathed out a heavy sigh before taking of her jacket and walked closer towards her blonde.