Lock the Doors

Just as they were about to make for the gas station, a car started to pull up. It wasn't a car, in fact it was a van. They looked through the windows and saw two men getting out of the van. 'I don't like this guys, lock the doors.' Quinn said, all of the girls following her lead without hesitation.

'You ladies need some help?' One of the men said, 'We could give you a ride?'

'No thanks,' Santana said, 'We actually called some friends to come and get us.' She smiled at him politely, knowing that she would rather spend the night in her car, than go anywhere with two strange men.

'See, I think you're lying.' The second man said, he had walked round to Santana's side of the car. 'There's no reception towers out here. Would be pretty hard to get a signal don't you think?' He bent down towards the window. 'Well, aren't you just, gorgeous.' He grinned at Santana. A wide evil grin that sent chills through all of their spines. Rachel and Quinn were holding hands in the back, Brittany clinging on to the back of Santana. 'You need to leave, our friends are coming.' Quinn tried to sound forceful.

'And by the sound of your trembling voice blondie, I think you're full of shit.'

'Now girls,' the first man spoke again, 'are you going to come out here, or are we going to have to come in and get you?' He stared Santana down, the rest of the girls seemingly more terrified than the Latina. 'Go to hell.' She spat.

'Why you…' With that, he pulled a crowbar out from behind his back, and starting rapping on the drivers window. Rachel and Brittany gave quiet screams, whilst Santana tried to move as far away from the window as she could. 'Santana!' Brittany said, trying to pull her closer to her. A few bangs later and the window shattered, throwing glass all over the girls in the car, Brittany giving a small yelp. The man reached into the car and managed to grab Santana by the hair. 'Hey! Let go of her!' Rachel yelled, as Santana was struggling more and more against the mans grip. 'Hey!' Quinn joined in, and they all tried to keep her in the vehicle. It was no use though, the man pulled her out of the shattered window, scraping her left arm as he did so revealing a train of blood, and then throwing her to the ground.

'Stay down bitch!' he yelled, holding the crowbar at her like it was a sword. 'If you girls don't want your friend to get hurt, you better come out here.'

'No guys, stay in the…' with that, he kicked her in the stomach, causing her to writhe in the dirt next to the car. 'No, Stop, stop! We're coming out!' Quinn said, leading the other two girls out of the car, and then placing them behind her as they faced the two men. 'Good.' The other man said, and then he too kicked Santana in the stomach, and then slapped her across the face. She groaned and winced in agony, while her friends could only watch in horror, the blood training from the corner of their friends mouth. 'Please! No, please. San are you okay?' Brittany was crying, looking down at her.

'Yeah…. I, I'm okay Britt-Britt.' she coughed, as one of the men pulled her to her feet, holding her around the shoulders.

'Look, what the hell do you want?' Quinn said calmly, even though she was close to tears.

'Why, we want you.' He smiled again. His dark features protruding through the growing darkness. The girls could see how large both the men were, each of them easily towering a foot over Santana. She looked so small and vulnerable in their masculine arms, and they didn't like where the evening was going. 'Why us?' Rachel asked.

'Because you were the lucky ones we came across first.'

'Can, you….' Brittany began.

'What was that, sweetheart? Did you have something to add?'

'Can you, please let Santana go?' She asked quietly.

'Well, since you said please.' The man holding Santana, violently threw her to the floor in front of the other girls. 'Oh my god, Santana.' Rachel said, as she and Brittany bent down to check on her. Quinn stayed on her feet to watch the two men. 'Now all of you, lean against that crappy car of yours. We have a phone call to make.' They walked over to the car, Brittany supporting Santana under her arm, and they all liked up along the boot. 'And if anybody moves an inch, you'll be sorry. Watch them Jerry.' He addressed the other man, but they couldn't believe they would use real names. The girls nodded and then he walked over to his van.