What Are You Thinking?
Four screws down. Half way there. She just had to keep going and the door would be off in no time. 'Santana?' Quinn whispered, the blonde sounding very agitated.
'What is it?'
'Someone, I think someone's coming.' She started to walk back from the door, Santana hiding the screwdriver underneath the rug below her feet.
'Come here,' She motioned for Quinn to take her hand as she stood back up again, the blonde doing as she was asked and then they both slid back down the wall together waiting for the door to open. The door handle began to turn as they heard a key being pushed into the lock. 'San..'
'I know Q, I'll be okay.' She shot the blonde a reassuring smile, but the sentiment didn't meet her eyes. She didn't think it was possible to be as scared as she felt right in that moment. She knew Quinn felt the same because as the door swung inwards the blonde's hand tightened around her own, and then they were left staring at the figure of her father. She couldn't believe that a part of this monster was in her, she didn't want to believe it.
'Hey girls.' He smiled, taking a step into the room. 'I'm going to need to borrow my daughter for a moment.' He stared down at the brunette, Quinn's hand gripping on to her even tighter.
'You can go to hell, I'm not your daughter.' Santana spat back at him, watching as his figure came closer and closer until he was looming over them.
'I know,' he agreed, 'I cant believe we're related either but what are you going to do?' He sighed, kneeling down in front of them and turning his gaze to Quinn. 'You know Quinn, you really are beautiful.' He went to caress her face with his hand but Santana quickly slapped it down.
'Don't you dare, touch her.' She said angrily, but this only set him off again. She felt the back of his hand impact with her cheekbone, her already bruised cheekbone, as she fell into Quinn. Thankfully the blonde was there and not a hard wall so it didn't hurt as much as it could have. She felt Quinn's good arm around her side, supporting her weight until she was able to sit back up.
'Now, where was I?' He began, once Santana was back glaring at him with tears in her eyes. 'Oh yes, I need to speak to Santana alone.'
'No way.' Quinn shouted, pulling the brunette in tighter.
'Okay then, how about,' he put his hand under Santana's chin and made her look at him. 'You will speak with me privately, or I'm going to let my buddy Steve in her to have some quality time with blondie.' He smirked. Steve. At least they knew his name now. She couldn't bring herself to respond verbally, so she nodded.
'Santana, you cant go with him.' Quinn pleaded with her, but she knew Santana would do whatever she could to keep her safe.
'Yes I can, It'll be fine.' She smiled through the tears in her eyes as she gently pulled the blonde into a hug.
'Okay once you two are finished, I'll be over by the door. You have thirty seconds Santana.' He pushed himself up and walked over to the door. Then Quinn saw the look in Santana's eyes.
'What are you thinking?'
'Just trust me.' She whispered into the blonde's ear as she reached to the side, pulling the screwdriver out from under the rug.
'Santana.' Quinn had a worried tone to her voice.
'And When I shout run, you run.' She whispered before pulling away from her friend and standing up slowly. Quinn nodded, having a feeling about what Santana was about to do.
'Come on kid, I don't have all day.' Mr Lopez growled, watching his daughter move gingerly towards him. 'Hurry the fuck up already.' He shouted as he was her stop in the middle of the room.
'No,' she said quietly.
'What did you say?' He was getting angrier and angrier by the second, which was what she was counting on.
'I said, no. I'm not going with you.' She looked him dead in the eyes. Quinn was on her knees in the background, ready to run on the Latina's command.
'Jesus Christ,' He marched into the room, grabbing her roughly around the stomach. He picked her up and threw her over his shoulder as he headed back to the door. But before he got there, Quinn saw Santana raise the screwdriver over her head, plunging it down into her father's back. He screamed in agony as she pulled the implement out of him only to stab it down harder in a different place. Blood was flowing out of the wounds, covering the Latina's hands as he fell to his knees, dropping the brunette onto the ground beside him.
'Run! Q run!' She called, but the blonde was already on her feet, grabbing the Latina and pulling her up as she ran past. Both girls ignored all of the pain coursing through them as they sprinted for the door, Santana's father calling after them in a less than friendly manner.
'Come on, this way.' Quinn pulled her around the corner, sprinting past more doors leading to more rooms. Where the hell had the front door gone? Panic was taking them over, they were disoriented and didn't have enough energy, or strength. They needed to get out now. But all of their hope faded away when they bolted round another corner, coming face to face, with Steve. And his baseball bat.