Leaving
'Rise and shine girls.' Doug stalked into the room, hands at his sides clenched into fists.
'W… what?' Quinn croaked out. It was still dark, and she was back on Santana's lap as the Latina slept soundly against the wall. 'I said, it's time to get up.'
'Why?'
'Because I said so blondie, now wake her up or I'll do it my way.' Quinn glared at him, but did as he asked. 'San, honey wake up.' Quinn gently stroked her cheek, not wanting to hurt her, and then she opened her eyes. 'Q? What's….' and then she saw Doug.
'Hey princess, haven't seen you in two whole days, I didn't mean to throw you that hard, scout's honour.' He smiled down at them, arrogant look back on his face.
'Yeah okay,' She stared back at him, 'how's the whole in your chest?' Santana said sarcastically, 'I didn't mean to stab your ass.'
'Up blondie, now!' He yelled, and Quinn looked back at Santana, who nodded her head. Quinn reluctantly moved up and away from Santana so that she was leaning against the bed. Doug bent down besides the broken Latina; 'Do anything like that again, and you will have killed your friend.' He whispered, stroking her hair, the smile never faltering from his face. Quinn saw what little colour Santana had drain out of her face, but she couldn't hear what was being said, and then Doug struck Santana, her body landing sideways on the floor against the wall. The girls just stared at each other, knowing that now was not the time to take a stand. They were far to weak and Santana didn't want to risk Quinn this way, and vice versa. 'So,' Doug stood back up. 'Shall we?' He motioned to the door.
'Shall we what?' Quinn asked, terror coursing through her veins.
'We're going, leaving this dump.'
'Going where?' Santana said hoarsely.
'Away.' He responded. 'Now get her up and out her in two minutes or I will drag you both.' He directed this at Quinn who went to Santana's side as soon as Doug walked out.
'So, leaving?' Santana looked up at the blonde.
'Yeah, looks that way.' She smiled, grabbing a hold of Santana under her left arm and hauling her to her feet. 'Shit!' She wheezed, grabbing the back of Quinn's top to keep her balance. 'You scared?' They looked at each other and Quinn replied; 'terrified.'
They walked out into the living room and saw that the front door was open. It was pitch black outside and they could feel the cold whistling through the opening. They didn't need to speak to know that they wouldn't have a chance running for it. Santana could barely stand and Doug would be onto them in seconds. And even if they got away from him, the cold would take them before they could reach civilisation. Killed by a mad man or freeze to death? Their options were not ones they wanted to take, unless they had to.
'Come on then, outside.' He ushered them out the door, one had on Quinn's shoulder to stop them making a break for it, and then stopped them just outside the doors of the van. Quinn felt Santana shaking beside her, and then she realised that the Latina had a considerably less amount of clothing covering her body. Some of it had been ripped from Doug's attacks, but it was Santana after all and she didn't wear much to start with. Her jeans were the most intact, and a black vest top was all that covered her torso. But it had been torn repeatedly, and Quinn could see large bruised sections of flesh that were on show.
'Get in.' Doug ordered, once he had opened the double doors to the back of the van. They did as he asked, not wanting to enrage him at this precise moment. Each girl sat on one side of the van, leaning against the cold metal interior, which only prompted their cold discomfort even more. Doug then switched on a lamp and set it in the back of the van. 'Hold on tight.' He winked, moving to close the doors. 'Where the fuck are you taking us!' Quinn yelled, one last chance for an explanation right? But the doors had been slammed in her face, and they were left with the subtle glow of the lamp, and the fear of what was to come.
The van was started, and then they were off. Going back over the rocky lands towards some place new and probably just as terrifying. 'Santana are you okay?' Quinn asked a few minutes in. The Latina had her hands in her lap, her head had fallen forwards and was hanging in front of her body. She was still shaking. 'Y…yeah I… I'm fine.' She said through chattering teeth, managing to lift her head and look at the blonde. 'You're lying S.'
'Y….yeah, so..' She smiled, and Quinn looked at her sadly. 'I'm just, s….so cold.' She laughed, trying to see if the movement would warm her. It didn't. She just felt all of the pain at once and the tears came again. Quinn carefully moved to sit beside her, navigating the awkward movements of the van, and then took her cardigan off. 'What are you…' Santana began, but before she could finish Quinn had wrapped the light blue material around her shaking shoulder. 'You said you were cold.'
'Yeah, but you…. You need it to.' Santana looked at her. Her blonde wavy hair looking so pretty in the dim lights, even though they hadn't showered in a week or more. 'No, I don't.' Quinn smiled. 'I have more clothes on that you anyway, I'm fine.' It was true. Quinn's knee length dress, embedded with pretty flowers and leaves, was completely in tact. The sleeves were three quarter length and the only thing wrong with it was that it was dirty and in some places tainted with blood. 'You sure?' Santana questioned, as she pulled the cardigan further around her body, with it almost wrapping around twice. 'I'm positive.' She smiled, and placed her arms around the brunette, who didn't even care that she ached so much, she just wanted Quinn close to her. 'And Q?' Santana looked sideways so that their eyes were meeting. 'Yeah?'
'I have another long shot idea if you want to hear it?' She smiled, and the blonde nodded, laying her head on Santana's quivering shoulder in an effort to make her warm again.