Alex looked at the letter curiously as she entered her room. She sat down on the bed and hesitated before opening it. If there was one thing she hated, it would be going to different foster homes. She had been in some pretty terrible foster homes, and she would honestly rather stay with Santana than get shipped around to a bunch of different homes.

Alex finally got the envelope open and unfolded the piece of paper within. It was definitely not from any official agencies, for the paper was folded crookedly and was actually a piece of notebook paper. Alex unfolded it slowly and began reading.

Whore, I'm coming for you.

That was all that was scribbled onto the paper. But it was enough to send shivers down Alex's spine. She was sure she knew who it was from; her father. He was in jail though, and couldn't get to her. Nevertheless, she was still scared by it. But Alex decided she wouldn't tell her mother. She couldn't imagine how scared she would be when she found out a letter was sent to her house by the man who raped her.

Alex folded the paper back up and put it in her desk drawer. Her stomach was in knots and she struggled to calm it. It was then she heard a knock on her door. Alex slammed the drawer shut and stood up quickly.

As soon as Alex opened the door, Santana burst into the room. "I heard you got a letter from the foster parent agency." She said hopefully. Alex frowned and shook her head.

"It wasn't from the foster agency." Alex said quietly. Santana's face fell and she sighed.

Alex actually wished that Santana would ask where the letter was from. And sure enough, the Latina did.

"Who would be sending you letters then?" Santana asked quite straightforwardly.

Alex struggled for a way to say it. "Um….it was from, uh, my father." She forced out. Her voice was barely audible, but Santana was able to hear it.

The Latina's eyes widened and she pushed past Alex. "Where is it?" She demanded, grabbing the envelope up off of the desk, then throwing it back down when she saw that it was empty. Santana immediately moved to the drawers, and found the one the piece of paper was located in.

Santana nearly tore the paper as she unfolded it and studied it for a few seconds. She then looked up at Alex, an unreadable expression on her face.

Alex suddenly found herself pressed against the wall, with Santana wrapping a slender hand around her neck. She cried out in pain, as the bruises on her neck and back were very sore. But Santana didn't let up, only pressed harder.

"I swear to God if he comes near my mother, I will kill you. Am I understood?" Santana snarled, ice cold venom coating her words. Alex nodded quickly and clawed at Santana's grip. The Latina finally released her hold and Alex gasped in a breath of air.

"He's in jail Santana. He can't get to us." Alex said after she had regained her breath.

"I don't care if he get's to you. Just my mother." Santana said in the same icy tone.

Alex nodded and then averted her gaze. Santana shot her one last glare before walking out.

When Santana got into her room, she sat down on her bed and sighed. She, for the first time, felt genuine guilt for how she was treating Alex. The 14 year old had to be scared enough getting that note, and now she had probably made it 10 times worse.

Santana actually debated going back into the room and apologizing. But her pride got the best of her, and she didn't venture out of her room until her mother called them both down for dinner.

Alex and Santana both stole glances off of each other as they sat down at the kitchen table. All three women ate in silence. Mrs. Lopez had no idea what was going on of course, and just assumed that both of the girls were tired from school.

The meal was finished in silence and quickly cleaned up. They then both retreated to their bedrooms.

Alex got a quick shower and then crawled into bed. Her face, chest, ankle, and various other body parts were on fire with pain. It took Alex a few moments to lower herself onto the bed, as her tailbone flared up. Once in bed, she relaxed and finally let paranoid thoughts creep into her mind.

What if her dad had somehow escaped from jail? No, she would have been notified about that. Maybe it wasn't from her father then. But Alex couldn't think of anyone else who would send that. Finally, her mind slowed down and Alex was able to drift off to sleep.

Santana once again lied awake in bed. She the look of pain and emotional hurt on Alex's face had remained in her mind ever since she threatened the younger girl. After lying in bed for quite some time, Santana couldn't take it any longer. She stood up from the bed and crept out into the hallway.

Santana crossed the hallway into Alex's room and slipped in between the doorway and half closed door. The room was dark, and she didn't dare try to make her way through it, for fear of tripping and waking her mother up.

"Alex? I just want to say I'm sorry for earlier. And I'm sorry for yesterday-" Santana stopped talking when she realized that Alex was actually asleep. The Latina sighed and then exited the room.

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