Alex was blinded by light as the door opened. She expected to be grabbed and dragged roughly out, but instead felt a gentle hand on her shoulder. Alex waited for her eyes to adjust and then saw that Santana was knelt down in front of her, face overcome with worry.
Santana stared at her younger sister in concern. The younger girl had relaxed a bit, but it was obvious something had shaken her. "Alex?" The Latina said quietly.
Alex suddenly sprung forward and wrapped her arms around Santana. "He was here, outside the door." She whimpered, clinging to her older sister's shirt.
Santana pulled Alex in closer to herself. The girl's body shook with sobs and Santana struggled to stand up with her still clinging to her body. Santana managed to get her onto the bed and under the blankets.
"How long ago was he here? What did he do?" Santana asked. Alex had retreated into a terrified silence.
"I don't know. Hours. He knocked on the door, but that's it. I hid in the closet." Alex croaked. Her voice was raspy.
Before Santana could reply, the sound of the door opening interrupted them. Santana gave Alex a reassuring glance and then went downstairs.
"How's Alex feeling?" Mrs. Lopez asked as she sorted through the envelopes. She handed one with Alex's name on it to Santana, who took it reluctantly.
"She's still not feeling too well." Santana replied quietly and she raced up the stairs.
Santana closed the door behind her as she entered Alex's bedroom. She hesitated before handing her the envelope.
Alex could barely bring herself to open the envelope. But she did and pulled a single sheet of paper out. Glancing up at Santana quickly, Alex began reading. It was longer this time.
Hey whore. Nice job at hiding in the window today. I still saw you.
Again, the note was short, simple, but incredibly threatening. Alex handed the piece of paper to Santana and felt herself begin to shake again.
Alex decided to change the subject. "So how did things with Jacob go?" She asked, shuddering at the memory of him.
Santana smirked bitterly. "He tried to blackmail me. I went along with it and beat the shit out of him in the closet." She said. Alex nodded.
"Santana. I think he's going to get to me." Alex admitted.
Santana crawled in next to Alex on the bed and wrapped an arm around her. "He won't Alex, I promise." She tried to comfort her. But Alex didn't seem convinced.
Santana decided to spend the night with Alex, incase she had any more nightmares. She was growing increasingly worried about Alex. The younger girl had barely eaten since the first note had arrived. She still didn't trust that Alex hadn't suffered some kind of damage from being raped. And God knows what was going on in the poor girl's head.
Alex dozed off next to Santana, nestled in beside her. She soon rolled over and wrapped an arm across Santana's abdomen. She almost seemed to be clinging to her in her sleep. Santana was surprised to feel tears streaming down her cheeks. She had been wrong to treat Alex so terribly.
The next morning, Alex woke up to find Santana already gone. She saw that it was 12:30 from th clock on the bedside table. Alex sat up in the bed and winced. Nearly every part of her body had been aching horribly for days.
Alex walked downstairs into the kitchen. She took a banana from the kitchen's fruit bowl and nibbled at it. She hadn't had a very big appetite since the mugging had taken its toll on her body. After eating her "breakfast", Alex went upstairs, took a shower, and changed into jeans and a t-shirt.
Alex wiped away at the steam on the mirror to see her reflection. There were fading bruises across her face and neck, and more all over her body. Alex broke her gaze from the mirror and opened the door.
Alex's heart stopped as she stepped one foot out into the hallway. There was her father, smirking at her. In his left hand was a switchblade. Alex was paralyzed by sheer terror. She couldn't make herself fight back as he grabbed her and drug her roughly down the stairs. She couldn't resist when he lifted her roughly and carried her out of the house, and then through her in a running van parked at the curb. She could only watch.
Alex remained frozen in the back of the van. Her father looked back at her every so often and smirked, but he hadn't said anything.
Eventually, after awhile driving, the van stopped and her father got out. He circled around and Alex decided that this would be her only chance. As he opened the door, Alex ignored the intensive pain and bolted out around him. She felt a huge search of frustration when the back of her shirt was grabbed and she was thrown onto her back.
Alex cried out in pain as her father landed a solid kick to her side. That was it, she was paralyzed again. Not only by fear, but by the intense pain that was radiating from her freshly cracked ribs.
The much larger man grabbed his daughter by the ankle and drug her across an abandoned sidewalk. She had no idea where she was, and felt her back begin to bleed from scraping across the pavement.
Santana got home from school and went straight up to Alex's bedroom. It was empty. Alex felt a jolt of panic as she checked the closet and found it empty. Santana quickly searched the house and found it empty. She picked up the phone and dialed 911.
So, do you guys like it? What do you think will happen? Will Santana find Alex in time? Or will it be too late? Leave lots of reviews. Or something even more terrible might happen to Alex. Mwahahaha.
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