"Alex?" Santana said as another violent series of tremors caused the 14 year old to shake the whole bed. Her younger sister looked up at her.
"Do you want to call the police?" Santana asked.
Alex shook her head. "He's going to come for me, like he said." She said in a breathless voice.
Santana didn't know what to say. She wanted to tell the terrified girl that she would be ok. But what if she really wasn't? It was obvious her father knew where she was, and could easily pick her off. Santana decided to go along with saying she would be alright.
"Alex, just don't go anywhere alone. Stay in the house, no more walks. And you aren't going to school tomorrow either." Santana said. He couldn't get to her if she wasn't alone, right?
Alex nodded uncertainly. "What are you going to do about Jacob?" She said in a small voice.
"I'm going to kick his little Jew ass." Santana growled. Her face turned a deep red color.
Alex didn't doubt that Santana was going to beat Jacob up. From what she had seen in the choir room, or rather felt in the choir room, Santana definitely seemed like the ass kicking type.
The two sisters sat in silence the rest of the evening. Alex dozed off early, once again exhausted, and Santana stayed by her side until it was time for herself to go to bed.
The body on top of her was heavy, with sweat dripping down it. It almost seemed to be crushing her. She looked up, expecting to see the infuriating grin of the boy with glasses, but instead was greeted by another face. Her father's. She tried to scream, but couldn't get enough air to do it. Because there were hands wrapped around her neck, squeezing powerfully. She could feel her airway collapsing, and tried to fight away the hands. As she turned her head slightly, she saw a horrifying vision. Santana and her mother were there, smiling as she was violated. Their faces expressed nothing but sheer joy as she was raped and strangled. Then her vision started to fade, until blackness-
Alex felt hands on her and swung blindly in the dark room. She heard a Spanish curse word, which snapped her back into reality. It was a dream. A terrible, partly true, dream.
Santana watched as the younger girl shot up in the bed, gasping for air. Alex brought a hand up to her neck, and then looked around. Her eyes stopped on Santana.
"Are you alright?" Santana asked after Alex seemed to have calmed down. The girl hesitated before shaking her head weakly. Santana went and sat down on the bed next to her. Alex shrank away from her touch at first, but then relaxed next to her.
"Did I wake you up?" Alex asked as she leaned back on the pillow, and also against Santana.
"Yeah. You were sort of yelling a bit." Santana replied.
"Sorry." Alex mumbled. She prayed that Santana wouldn't ask what her nightmare was about.
"It's not your fault." Santana mumbled sleepily. Alex then realized how tired she was herself and leaned her head hesitantly on her older sister's shoulder. Santana didn't object, and Alex let herself drift off to sleep again.
The next morning Santana woke up and was unsure of where she was for a few seconds. She then felt the head on her shoulder and remembered she had come in late in the night to wake Alex from a nightmare.
Santana slipped out from underneath Alex's shoulder, trying not to wake her. But nevertheless, the younger girl's eyes shot open and she sat up in the bed.
"Go back to sleep. And remember, you're sick." Santana said, exiting the guest room to go to her own room. Alex nodded and rolled over in the bed.
Santana dressed in her Cheerios uniform, pulled her hair back in a neat ponytail, and left the house. She drove to school, intent on only one thing. Finding Jacob.
As soon as the infuriated Latina got to school, she began searching the halls. Unable to find the afro wearing pervert, she went to her locker.
As Santana angrily opened her locker, a slip of paper fell out. She grabbed it hesitantly and opened it.
Santana, if you want to keep the story quiet, meet me at the supply closet in the middle of ninth period.
P.S. You're sister was excellent.
Santana crumpled the note and threw it into her locker. She couldn't wait until ninth period.
Alex got up as she heard a knock on the door. Her mother had left about an hour ago, and Santana was at school. She went to her window, and peered out.
A man was standing at the front door. Alex felt her heart start racing as he turned his head. It was her father.
Alex dropped to her knees, ignoring the flare of pain in her groin, and didn't dare to look out the window again. She heard another knock on the door and found it harder to breath. The memory of the nightmare flooded back into her head, and she put a hand over her mouth. Another knock. Alex didn't dare move, just sat there and tried not to cry.
Alex waited for the forth knock. It didn't come. But she didn't risk being seen, and stayed pressed against the wall under the window.
Alex stayed in the same position for 10 more minutes. When she finally peeked up over the edge of the window, the area in front of the door was empty. Alex expected herself to relax, but her heart remained at the same panicked state. She crawled across the room, opened the closet door, and crawled inside.
Santana's knee bounced up and down in anticipation. It was 9th period, and her eyes had been glued to the clock. It was time. Santana raised her hand, got permission to go to the bathroom, and hurried out into the hall, forwards the supply closet.
Jacob watched as the beautiful Latina walked down the hallway towards him. Her eyes were glued to the floor, and she looked uncertain. Maybe even afraid.
Jacob stroked Santana's cheek as she stopped walking. He gently guided her into the closet and shut the door behind him.
Santana waited until Jacob had shut the door and then whirled around. She grabbed him by the throat, slammed him backwards into the shelf, and pulled her fist back. She slammed a few punches at him, just enough to disorient him and prevent him from fighting back.
"If you ever come near her again, I will chop you dick off with a plastic knife and shoved it down your throat." The almost funny comment was said in a voice that could only be taken completely seriously.
"Comprende?" Santana cocked her head to the side and squeezed her hand even tighter. Jacob wiggled under her grip and nodded weakly. Santana gave him one more icy glare and then exited the closet.
Alex heard the door downstairs open and then footsteps coming up the flight of stairs. She didn't know how long she had remained paralyzed in the closet. As the footsteps drew nearer, she scooted backwards in the closet and brought her knees up to her chest.
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