Episode Eight

Santana P.O.V

I took a deep breathe in as I lifted my shirt to reveal the bruises that hide under my top. They didn't hurt anymore but they were there and it sucked. People were aggressive when it came to sex. At least that's what I guess they came from since I just wake up with them and a naked body next to me. I let my fingers glide to my hips where two bruises rested they looked disgusting to me. I turned around and looked over my shoulder to see another bruise on my lower back and a couple deep scratches. I smiled to myself, those didn't bother me, I must be really good if I have those there. I pull my top back down when I heard the t.v go off and I open the door revealing Quinn. Her legs under the cover and she was sat up her back leaning against the headboard. She turned to look at me and gave me a soft smile. "Hey." I return a soft smile as well and walked over to the bed when she patted next to her for me to sit down next to her. I slid my legs under the covers and lean my back against the headboard like Quinn.

After a couple of minutes of comfortable silence between us I decided to break it. "Thanks for picking me up and letting me stay over." I kept my eyes on the t.v but I could see her turn her head to look at me. "You know we have to talk about it, right?" I rolled my eyes as I nodded my head.

"We don't. It's none of your business." She let out a sigh and turned off the t.v, she turned her body and crossed her legs Indian style. "Santana." I ignore her soft, sweet voice. I always hated when she used that stupid voice, she knew that voice would make me break but not this time. "Santana, please." She tried again but I kept ignoring her gaze and her voice. I kept my eyes clue to my lap where I started to play with hem of my top. "Santana, please look at me." I can easily hear the pleading in her voice. "What?" I finally looked at her in defeat, I was shock to see the pure worry, hurt, concern and desire that swam around her hazel eyes. I tried not to focus on that because that would just distract me from the reality.

"How long?"

"How long what?" I tried to play dumb, acting like I had no idea what she meant when I knew exactly what she meant.

"How long have you been doing this?"

I shrugged my shoulders and looked away from her eyes again put I soon felt two pair of soft fingers stop me. She turned my head so we were looking at each other again. Her eyes soften when they connected with mine in a way they never did before, instead of me looking away this time she did. Her eyes fell on the sheets that covered her legs.

"Just tell me Santana, how long?" She whispered. I rolled my eyes annoyed that she wasn't looking at me anymore. "Awhile." I replied. She looked back at me.

"How long is awhile?"

"Why the fuck do you wanna know? Last time I remember you hated me!"

"I didn't mean it!"

"Well it sure as hell sounded like it!" She stayed quite and I rolled my eyes at her silence. "I'm sorry okay, but that's the past and at that moment I wasn't thinking, all I know is that you mean a lot to me and I wanna help you." She replied after a while, her voice went into a whisper at the last words.

"I don't need help Quinn, I'm fine." I laid under the cover ad turned on my side so my back was facing her. "Tana, your... Your-" I sat back up to look at her. "I'm what?!" I raised my voice. "Your hurting yourself!" She raised her voice as well to meet mine. I just nodded my head in disbelief.

"Fuck off Quinn." I got off the bed and started to get my shoes. "Where you going?" She asked. "Somewhere were your not." I replied after I got my shoes on and walked out, making sure to slam the door. I wanted to forget everything that happened today and I knew the only way how.

Once I was outside I called Chris to take my car and pick me up.