From Bad to Worse
Santana's vision was clouded, the world was sideways and distant. She saw the glass around her on the floor, she saw the blood. Her blood. And then she saw Quinn. She was awake, lying on the road about twenty feet away from her. There was a thin trail of blood seeping from her eyelid, and small cuts plagued her arms. She gingerly lifted her hand to her mouth, signalling for Santana to be quiet, not to make a sound. Their eyes were locked for what seemed like hours, Santana trying to feel, well anything. She tried to move, but her body was so tired, and she couldn't. So she just stayed where she was, face to the floor, and listened.
'Yeah,' A voice said. Doug? 'No,' said the voice. It was Doug. 'Yeah, they're here.' She looked at Quinn as if to ask what the hell was going on. But the blonde still only motioned for her to keep quiet. The longer Doug thought they were asleep, the less he could hurt them. Right? 'Okay, got it.' He said finally, before hanging up the phone. They heard glass crunching under his heavy footsteps as he walked through the wreckage. As they heard him approach Quinn shut her eyes, and Santana did the same. They felt the heat rising up from the floor below them, and Santana wished she was close enough to Quinn to hold her. They needed each other so much right now, and it killed her that they weren't together.
'So,' he said, and they knew he was standing somewhere in between them. 'You girls certainly made a mess of things didn't you?' He thought they were still out cold, and Santana knew he was coming closer to her. His footsteps were closing in on her, each new crunch of glass telling her that he was nearly by her side. She did everything she could not to start crying, not to try and get away from him. And then he was right next to her, stroking the glass out of her hair. 'You, bitch,' he whispered. 'Will pay severely, for what you did to me.' He was referring to her stabbing him with the crow bar of course, and then she had no choice but to let out a whimper.
'So you are awake.' He smiled, as she opened her eyes and was met by his staring eyes. His hand was pressed against her cheek as she looked at him, and she could see that he had taken a hit as well. Blood covered one of his arms, easily seen through his white shirt, and he was bleeding from his lip and a small cut under his cheek bone.
'Wh…what the hell do you want from me!' She screamed at him, not moving from her position on the floor. Partially because she was too weak to move and speak at the same time, but most of her was glued there in fear. Of what he would do to her, to Quinn, if she tried anything other than to talk.
Quinn had opened her eyes too, watching Doug with eyes like a hawk. She didn't feel that tired or hurt, apart from her wrist, so she might have been able to make a move on Doug, knock him out or something. But she was so damn far away, and he would have heard her by the time she made it over there, she couldn't risk it.
'What do I want from you?' He repeated back to her, turning his head sideways, bearing his teeth in a wide smile. 'I think you know what I want.'
'No, I don't.' She replied, tears falling from her eyes.
'Well, you will know everything soon. I promise.' He grinned one last time before standing up and walking over to Quinn, who had pressed her eyes closed once more, hoping he didn't suspect anything. Santana pushed herself slowly up until she was resting on her hands, leaning to the side. 'Stay away from her.' She said commandingly, even though she felt far from strong right now.
'Didn't we play this game already?' He said sarcastically, circling Quinn as she lay motionless on the concrete. 'With the other blonde, what was her name?' He pondered, circling her a few more times.
'Just, just stop.' She whimpered, hanging her head.
'For now.' He said, before he stalked off to sit in his car, 'Oh and by the way,' he added, turning back to look at her, 'A friend is coming, so if you see a green pick up, flag him down will you.' He winked at her, sitting himself down in his car. It was a complete write off, but at least it was up the right way. A friend? Who the fuck is coming?' That was all she thought as she started to crawl over to Quinn, who had opened her eyes and was fixed on the Latina.
'You okay?' She said quietly, as Santana dropped down beside her, not caring that she was lying on more glass.
'No, you?' She replied.
'Not even close.' The blonde smiled. 'So, a friend huh?'
'Yeah.' And then they simply laid down facing each other, staring into each other's eyes. And Quinn was seriously reverting back to her 'this is all a dream' theory, and they seriously needed to wake up. Because things had just gone from bad, to so much worse.