Completely Screwed…
'Dad…' Santana finally managed to speak. The shock of what was happening momentarily paralysing her. The man in the front seat, whose name they still didn't know by the way, had hauled Quinn out before she could say anything, not being careful with her broken wrist. Santana remembered hearing her call out to her as she was being dragged around the car and into the house. But all Santana could do was stare at the man in front of her. He was leaning down into the car, stern look on his face. He was just as she remembered him, big and scary, nothing like a father should be. He reached in and grabbed the top of her arm, gripping on to her tightly as she was lifted from the car. She was numb. She didn't try to fight him because she knew she wouldn't win. And also because she was terrified. He pulled her up the large concrete steps and then through the big wooden doors. All the pain was gone, blocked out with everything that was happening. She did however, feel how cold and hard the floor was as he threw her down. She looked up and saw the man holding Quinn, she wasn't struggling now either. Rolling over painfully she watched as her father closed the doors, locking them in. 'It's okay Steve, you can let her go.' He motioned to the other man holding Quinn, they knew his name now. He let the blond go as she pushed away from him, stumbling around the table in the middle of the room. 'Lets go.' Her father said as he walked over to Steve, grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulled him out of the room.
The girls looked at each other, confused. They just left them. Quinn then hastily running over to Santana's side. 'San, you okay?' Quinn asked, gently pulling her onto her feet with her good hand. 'Santana?' Quinn asked again after the brunette didn't respond.
'I'm fine, I'm..' she paused, looking around the room.
'You recognise this place, don't you?' Quinn watched as the Latina walked away from her touch.
'Yeah..' She spoke slowly, as if trying to recover a long lost memory.
'Don't they think we'll try to escape?' Why did they just leave us? Quinn wondered out loud as the brunette slowly surveyed the room that was so familiar to her.
'Because,' Santana started, sitting down on one of the large sofas. 'He knows we cant get out. This place,' she laughed, 'it's a fucking fortress.'
'San,' Quinn sat by her and studied the room. It was so old fashioned, the sofas had wooden legs carved into patterns, the fabric covered with swirls. There was an old fireplace in front of them looking as if it was only just put out and there was a set of large windows to their left. There were also four doors leading off in various directions, all probably locked. The table in the centre of the room was complete with a tray of food and a jug of water, Quinn couldn't help but pour out two glasses . She quickly swallowed her entire glass, Santana only managing to take slow sips. 'We will get out of here.' Quinn whispered, causing the Latina to look sideways in her direction.
'Okay Q.' She sounded defeated. Quinn had only met Santana's father a couple of times, then Santana's mum finally kicked him out and no one ever spoke of him. She remembered that anytime someone would ask Santana about her dad she would shrug, saying he just left. She was always so closed off about her home life and now Quinn knew why. Santana put her glass back on the table, her face screwing up slightly with the pain from bending towards it.
'You know we're completely screwed this time Q.' She lent back and closed her eyes. Quinn just stared at her, watching the slow rise and fall of her chest. She didn't look like Santana any more.