Santana helped Alex up the stairs and to the bathroom. She sat the girl down on the closed toilet seat and went to retrieve her some clothes. She brought back the clothes and a towel, then left Alex to get a shower.
Alex scrubbed herself for a long time, but still didn't feel clean. She still felt disgusting, even more disgusting than yesterday. But eventually, the hot water ran out and she stepped out of the shower.
Alex dried herself off and got into the fresh underwear and pajamas. Her groin hurt terribly, and she found it difficult to walk over to her room, where Santana was waiting on her bed.
The Latina got up and helped Alex get down on the bed. She pulled the blankets up over the girl and then sat down next to her.
"Alex, you shouldn't have done that for me." Santana told the younger girl. Alex didn't react. It seemed like she was practically sleeping with her eyes open.
"I just want to know why you tried to piss me off." Santana asked, taking Alex's hand. The younger girl tried to pull away, put Santana kept a firm hold.
"I don't let people in. Every time I do, I end up getting hurt." Alex mumbled. She stared down at the blankets.
"Well, you're going to have to start. Because I'm done hating you Alex." Santana said firmly, but gently. She gently put two fingers under Alex's chin and tilted her head up to look her in the eye.
Alex saw the determination, and kindness, in Santana's eyes and felt herself begin to like Santana. She didn't know why exactly, but she felt herself relax, like she had when Santana hugged her.
"I'm going to call the police, and we'll get Jacob arrested." Santana said, getting up from the bed. Alex got up to stop her, and then cried out in pain.
The 14 year old fell to the floor and groaned. Santana immediately came to her side.
"What's wrong?" Santana demanded, her tone coming out harsher than she had originally wanted.
"I think he….tore something." Alex said, gasping in pain as she moved her legs.
Santana saw Alex's face contort with pain as she tried to stand. "You need to go to the hospital." Santana said, watching as Alex pitifully got to her feet.
"No. No hospital. I got a shower, so there's no proof of what he did." Alex said, as she stiffly sat down on the bed.
"You at least need to go to the hospital. We won't tell the police if you don't want to." Santana tried to coax her younger sister into going for help.
"If I got to the hospital, my name will be in the records." Alex nearly whispered. She looked more vulnerable now than when she was being raped.
"So? Why is that bad?" Santana questioned, tilting her head to the side. She knew that if Jacob had indeed torn something, that Alex really did need medical attention.
"Because if my father really is coming for his 'whore', then I don't want my name in any medical records leading to where I live." Alex said loudly. There was a mix of fear and frustration in her voice.
"First of all, don't call yourself that. Second of all, if you're seriously hurt, you need to get medical attention. I don't think he would be able to get your medical records." Santana said.
"I don't think anything's actually tore. It just hurts, really bad." Alex's eyes clenched together as she shifted in the bed.
"Are you sure?" Santana asked again. She could see how badly Alex didn't want to go to the hospital.
The younger girl nodded. "Santana? I don't want mom to know. Can you just tell her that I'm sick or something?" She asked.
Santana nodded. Just then, they heard the sound of the door opening. Santana got up and went downstairs to tell her mother the small lie.
Santana made it down the stairs and was greeted by her Madre. "Mami, Alex is sick. She went straight to sleep when she came home." She said. Her mother nodded and then started sorting through the mail. Just as Santana began to go back upstairs, her mother called after her.
"Alex got another letter from the agency. Would you drop it off in her room?" Mrs. Lopez said, handing her daughter a white envelope.
Santana's hand shook slightly when she took the envelope. She hid her terror and hurried up the stairs.
Santana opened the door to Alex's room to find her in the same position on the bed. The 14 year old could see Santana's concerned expression. She then saw the envelope in her hand and her eyes widened.
Santana slowly gave Alex the envelope. The younger girl's hands shook as she ripped the envelope open. A folded piece of paper fell out, along with a small, thicker piece of paper. Alex read the normal paper first.
I can have you any time I want.
Alex picked up the other paper. It was a photograph. Of her and Santana getting out of the car two days ago.
Alex got up from the bed, ignoring the fierce pain in her groin, and staggered to the bathroom. She fell to her knees in front of the toilet and threw up violently into the bowl. She ended up dry heaving for a few seconds and then fell, exhausted, to the floor.
Santana came into the bathroom to see Alex heaving into the toilet, and then falling down onto the cool tile floor. She bent down next to her and rubbed her back soothingly. The girl looked absolutely pitiful.
Santana saw that the photograph was still in Alex's clenched fist, and she gently took it. When she saw what it was of, she gasped and brought a hand to her mouth. He had been that close.
Santana helped Alex up to her feet and practically had to carry her to her bed. The 14 year old whimpered in pain, and her breathing was heavy.
Santana took the note, photo, and envelope and put it in the drawer that the first note was in. She returned to the bed and sat down next to Alex, who was shaking again, even worse than before.
So, do you all like the Alex/Santana bonding? Is it what you've all been waiting for? So this is the 4th time I've updated today, because as you all know, I'm grounded. So today I wrote four chapters, and learned to trill my R's. Very productive. So to make my grounding better, you guys should leave some reviews! Please? :D