Joy Ride

About five minutes later, the doors to the back of the van swung open, revealing Doug, with a very smug look on his face. 'Jerry, out.' He ordered. Jerry obeyed, 'you've just been called up, this slut isn't going to be much company now.' He then threw Santana into the back of the van, her hands were now free but that didn't matter much seeing as she was unconscious. 'Oh my god, Santana?' Rachel said, as Brittany could only cry. 'Santana?' Rachel repeated for her.

'Relax girls, she's fine. She'll be awake in no time.' With that, he gave them a wink, and then he slammed the doors. Quinn and Rachel knelt down either side of Santana, Brittany couldn't bring herself to move, she hated seeing her girlfriend so hurt. They rolled Santana over and gasped at what they saw. Her lip was bleeding and she had a bruise forming on her right cheek bone. There was blood coming from her hairline, and as they looked down, her clothes were all ripped. They knew that if they looked under her clothes they would find more damage. Quinn fell back against the van wall, as they felt the van start and then slowly drive off to their new destination.

About twenty minutes in, and Santana finally moved. She coughed and tried to focus, but her vision was momentarily blurry. She was lying on something soft, and realised it was Brittany. 'Brit?' She said quietly.

'Oh San, Santana we were so worried!' She said, tears falling down her face.

'Santana, how do you feel?' Quinn said, kneeling next to her friend.

'I, I don't know.' She tried to smile, but pain fought it back. 'It just hurts.'

'I know,' Quinn said, her voice shaking. 'It's going to be okay.'

'Santana, what happened out there?' Rachel asked, and as soon as she did Santana's eyes glazed over. 'Santana?' she repeated, as the brunette tried to push herself up off of the floor.

'Hey, take it slow okay, lean against me.' Brittany said, placing her back to the van, letting Santana rest on her.

'Just take your time okay,' Quinn said, as she and Rachel came to sit in front of her. The van was supposed to be tossing them around, but surprisingly Jerry was a rather tame driver, only occasionally did they have to hold themselves upright.

'He, um..' She paused, 'He kept hitting me, mainly in the stomach. He said he didn't want to mess up my face.' she chuckled. 'Then he, he…' She began to cry, as Brittany gently pulled her into a hug.

'Santana, it's okay we don't have to talk about it.' Rachel said.

'No I just, I cant believe how, how weak I was.'

'Santana what are you saying? He's a man more than twice your size.' Quinn pointed out.

'I know, but I couldn't move, I couldn't make him stop.' she sobbed into Brittany's arms, they all knew what she was referring to so there was no need to say it out loud.

The next few hours seemed like years. They didn't know where they were going, just that it was apparently a long way away. Santana had managed to cry herself to sleep in Brittany's arms, and the rest of the girls were speculating on where they could be going. 'Well if they were going to kill us I'm pretty sure they would have done it by now.' Rachel said.

'Oh, that's comforting.' Quinn sarcastically replied.

'Well I'm just saying it could be worse.'

'Could be worse! Look at Santana for Christ sake.' Quinn shouted. 'Wait, Rachel, they were so busy with Santana, they forgot to take my cell phone, what about yours.'

'Its in my pocket, I completely forgot.' She smiled, reaching in a pulling it out, Quinn doing the same.

'We cant be too loud guys.' Brittany pleaded.

'Got it Brit, I'm going to text Mr Schu, he'll get the cops.' Quinn began to text, which was surprisingly difficult with her hands bound. 'Need Help, Santana hurt. Car abandoned. Interstate. Two miles towards Carmel. Call Police. Kidnapped. Quinn.' Yes, it sent!' She beamed at the other girls.

'Great, I've just sent Finn the same message.' Rachel added, 'Hopefully they can figure it out before it's too late.' She said.

'Guys?' Santana croaked. 'What's going on?'

'We just sent messages for help, keep quiet about it.' Rachel said.

'Yeah because I'm going to tell my best friend Doug.' She said sarcastically. With that, the van pulled to a stop. The two men got out of the car and opened the back doors, Doug fixated on Santana. 'Good morning sunshine, have a good sleep?' He grinned.

'Fuck you.' she spat.

'Oh, honey, we already played that game.' He laughed as he reached in and grabbed her out of the van. 'Come on girls, don't make me come in and get you.' They got out of the van and followed, Jerry coming up the rear.