Episode Four

Santana P.O.V

"You ain't shit." He hissed as he harshly grabbed the back of my neck. "Your an embarrassment to this family." I winced when his long nails priced my skin. I bit my bottom lip to stop myself from crying at the pain of his words and his hand that contains his long nails digging in my skin. I looked over to see my mom holding my sister in her arms as tears rolled down their cheeks. "Mom make him stop! Please!" I pleaded when he started to pull me upstairs. She closed her eyes tight and turned Jasmine away so she wouldn't see. "Dad please! I'm sorry!" He didn't reply or seem bothered to my screams, he slammed me into the wall. I closed my eyes tight feeling the rush of pure pain run through my body. I felt his body pressed up against me. "You know we never wanted you, you were a mistake and a disgrace to this whole family." His voice was so stern and serious that it hurt. "Turn around." I stayed still, contemplating on whether to do what he asked. "Turn around!" I winced and quickly turned around, scared at his tone of voice. "I could've believed that my own daughter was doing drugs and sleeping around like a slut on the streets." Tears started to roll down my cheeks for the first time in a long time. I soon felt a burning stinging pain on my right cheek. I fell on the floor and held my cheek, crying even more. "Don't cry stupid bitch!" He yelled. "Wake up!" I look at him, confused. "Santana, wake up!" He repeated.

I felt my body twitch and my eyes flutter open. I looked up to see the teacher standing in front of me and the whole class had their eyes on me. I looked around to see that I was in math class. How did I get here? I felt so confuse, I don't remember at all getting to school. "Stay awake Ms. Lopez." She said, sternly and went back on teaching the class. "Oh my god, are you okay?" I heard Tina whisper to me so no one can hear but me. I looked at her and nodded my head.

"Bad dream?" She guessed.

"How'd you know?"

"You're a little teary." She reached over and wiped away a tear. I quickly wiped them off and looked down at my paper, trying to hide it. "You wanna talk about it?"

"No." I replied coldly. "Are you sure? I heard it's good to talk, I'm a very good-" "Look Tina thank you and all but you would be the last person I would talk to." I cut her off rudely. And yeah I'll admit it was a little harsher then I thought it would've sound but no is no and that fuck face has to understand that. I got up and grabbed all my things before getting up and walking out, ignoring the teachers protest and Brittany whom was calling my name. I just needed to leave this shit hole. I couldn't stand being there let alone being sober in there. I don't ever remember waking up this morning. I only remember being in my room and drinking a big bottle of volka, that was it after that I completely blacked and woke up in class.

When I got to my car I got in the driver seat and let out a shaky breathe. I felt my body start to shake from the absence of all the things I been feeding it. I reached over to the passenger seat to get whatever I had, sighing in relief when I found a baggy with two painkillers. I took both out and put them in my mouth, washing them down with a water bottle that I found laid out on the passenger seat. I lean my head back and waited for the effects to kick in.

I smiled when my body stopped shaky and started to feel the amazing works of the pills. My muscles became numb a bit and they suddenly relaxed. The relief that my body dive into was unexplainable. I forced myself out of the daze I was in and turned on the car and drove off. I looked at my phone and dialed the now very familiar number, pressing the phone against my ear after I dialed the number and called it.

"Hey what's up?" Chris answered. "Hey are you home?" I asked, already driving to his place, he was always at his house getting fucked up so I knew he would be. "Yeah."

"I'll be there in a couple of minutes."

"Now? I thought you were coming after school." I felt my eyebrows clammed together, feeling even more confuse but just let slip. "Uh yeah, I know, I just wanted to go over now." I replied. "Okay well, take your time cause I have to clean this shit up." I let out a small chuckle and hanged up. Just thinking of getting so mentally fucked up got my heart beating in overdrive.

When I got to his house, I wasted no time on getting out of the car and busting through the door. He wouldn't get mad if I just came in without knocking because I done it so many times that he got use to it. I walked into the living room to find him getting the bong ready. "Hey." I said, dropping my back pack on the floor, carelessly and flopping myself on the couch next to him. He looked at me and smirked. "Ready to get so fucked up we won't remember our names?" I chuckle and nodded my head. "Let's do it then." He said, handing me the beautiful purple bong.