I Want To Fucking Kill You

'Santana,' Quinn whispered, both girls backing away from Steve and the menace in his eyes. He was swinging the bat round, occasionally whacking it into his own fist to emphasize how bad it's going to hurt if they get struck by it.

'I know Q, shit.' She whispered, trying to think of a way out of this. There was only one of him right? But the moment was broken as someone grabbed her from behind. Mr Lopez picked her up once more by her stomach, keeping her arms down by her side. She let out a small cry as he dragged her backwards, his strength clearly too much for her, and every time he tightened his grip a new pain would flash through her body. She knew she would pass out if he didn't let her breathe.

'Santana!' Quinn shouted, but then Santana saw Steve encroaching on the blonde.

'Q, Q just run! Get out of here!' She managed to struggle the words out.

'Get the blonde Steve.' Mr Lopez shouted at him, which made him come quicker, bearing down on her with the bat clenched tight in his right hand. Quinn was torn. She wanted to run, to finally get out of this damn place, but she knew she couldn't leave Santana. She promised her she wouldn't leave without her and she was going to keep to her word. Her thought train was broken a few moments later, as she saw the baseball bat heading for her. It caught her in the stomach, doubling her over in pain as she crashed to the ground.

'No! Quinn,' She heard Santana yelling, her voice becoming more distant as her father dragged her away. 'Don't you fucking touch her!' And then she was gone. Quinn saw her feet kicking out as he pulled her out of sight. She wanted to call out to her, she wanted to assure her that they would be okay, that they would survive this. But then a second blow came as he kicked her in the back. He picked her up by the front of her dress, smiling down at her as he landed another blow to her face and then she couldn't take it any more. She was out.

'Sit the fuck down.' Mr Lopez threw Santana down into a chair. They were in a new room, another living room type thing but smaller, and he had locked the door on the way in. She was crying again, not so much for herself but for Quinn, she knew what was happening. She heard her father groan as he felt the wounds on his back. 'Ahh,' He pressed a towel onto them. 'You're a little bitch, you know that.' He looked at her as she pulled her knees up to her chest.

'Yeah, I've been told.' She said blankly.

'Well you get that from your mother.' Santana snorted, causing her father to stalk over to her. He lifted her chin once more so that she was looking him directly in the eyes. 'You got something you wanna say to me?' He was angry.

'No, but I have something I wanna do to you.'

'Oh yeah, what's that?' He let go of her chin, and she knew this was going to hurt.

'I want to fucking kill you.' She grinned at him, all hope was pretty much lost so she though she might as well do what she did best. Piss people off. He glared at her for a moment, before a fist caught her chin. She fell backwards in her chair, watching the blood fly from her mouth. And just as her vision was becoming clear again, he picked her up and launched her across the room. She hot the bookcase, many volumes falling down around her. She covered her head to protect herself, and then she saw him coming out of the corner of her eye. Shit. She thought, as he kicked her viciously in the stomach. But he couldn't stop at one kick, oh no, it totalled up to about six times. The blood coming out of her mouth now was from more than a bloody lip. He finally backed off, slumping down in the chair she was just in, and he looked at her.

'You know you're the spitting image of your mother.' He said gently, but she couldn't respond. She couldn't even move her head so that she wasn't looking at his pathetic face. 'And after this, she'll be mine again. She'll be so upset, loosing you, and I will sweep in to pick up the pieces.' He smiled, Santana trying to push herself up, but having little success. 'The only reason she left me was because of you. With you out of the picture, she'll come crawling back.' He laughed at her, watching as she tried desperately to pull herself up.

'You..' She choked out, coughing up more blood as she did so. 'Yo…' It was no use, she couldn't. All she could do was watch the tears drain from her body, mixing with the blood that was pooling underneath her.

'What was that sweetheart?' He mocked, standing up again and making his way over to her. He grabbed her ankle, pulling her into the middle of the room and leaning over her.

'Fuck you.' She cried, one final blow coming down on her head before she blacked out. Her final thought was of Quinn, and what would happen to her if Santana died right now.