Santana felt completely sick. She knew that Alex was with her father, she just knew it. The police, as well as her mother, had arrived at the house. The officers had already questioned the neighbors and asked if they had seen anything suspicious. None of them had seen a thing.

Alex shrank away from the man's touch as he ran a hand down her side. She was pressed up against the side of an alley that he had drug her into. Her breathing was heavy and shaky, and a few tears ran down her face. Her father's hand stopped as it reached the pocket of her jeans. She froze as he reached in and pulled out her phone.

Alex's father opened it and began tapping the screen. He looked up at her and grinned. "How about we send your sexy big sister a little picture?" He said, holding the phone up. He raised his free hand and stroked the side of her face and she leaned away in disgust. The phone made a shutter noise and he lowered it before pressing send.

Santana looked down as her phone buzzed. It was from an unfamiliar number and she hesitated before opening the text. After a few seconds of loading, a photo popped up on her screen and Santana gasped. She raced down to the kitchen, where her mother and two police officers were.

Santana slowed and calmed herself as she made it to the bottom of the stairs. She approached her mother and asked to speak with her privately. Mrs. Lopez obliged.

"Mom, where were you when you were raped?" Santana asked. Her mother closed her eyes for a moment. "Serenity Boulevard. Like I said, I was taking a shortcut home. Why do you ask mija?" The older woman replied. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying.

"No reason Mami." Santana lied before hugging her mother and going back upstairs.

Santana searched Serenity Boulevard in her phone and got the directions. As quietly as she could, she descended the stairs and slipped out of the house unnoticed.

Santana got into her car and pulled out of the driveway quickly. She knew the officers and her mother would hear her car, so she accelerated, following the directions on her phone. Nothing went through her mind but getting there as fast as possible. She didn't have a plan, only knew her objective was to get Alex before it was too late.

His hands had explored every area of her body, and tugged her jeans and shirt off. They had violated her, hinting at what was to come. His body pinned hers to the rough pavement, and she refrained from looking at his face. Her father certainly was taking his time, unlike Jacob, who had hungrily torn all of her clothes off and went straight to business. But Alex would rather he just get on with it. Her heart pounded against her chest even faster with every second longer he spent feeling up and down her waste.

Alex squeaked in surprise as the large man's lips crashed against hers. He forced his tongue into her mouth and she gagged at the boozy taste. It was obvious he had been drinking.

Santana knew she was getting closer by how the sidewalks and buildings were getting less and less maintained. She felt her stomach flutter and twist itself into knots, but she ignored it. Santana glanced down at her phone and saw that she was only about 5 minutes away.

Alex struggled in protest as her father pulled down her underwear. He hit her with enough force to cause her to stop, and then struggled to pull her legs apart. It was only when he flicked out the switchblade that she let her body go limp, and he smirked in satisfaction. The man forced himself inside of her and she screamed, but was muffled by his lips once again pressing against hers.

Alex was shocked at how much more it hurt this time. She hadn't healed from her last incident in the closet, and the pain could only be described as agony. Her father thrusted in and out of her rhythmically, and far more forcefully than Jacob had. She had lost track of how much time had gone by since he had torn away her panties and began the final act of violation, but it seemed like a very long time. He kept the knife pressed to her throat to prevent any escape attempts, and she had no choice but to oblige.

Santana braked the car at the very beginning of Serenity Boulevard. She got out of the car as quickly as she could and started scurrying down the street, praying that she had guessed the location right and that she would get to Alex in time. As the Latina made her way down the cracked sidewalk, her ears picked up a soft moan. Santana quickly determined the direction the sound had come from and full out bolted down the street, until she came to an alley opening.

Alex's eyes widened as she saw Santana round the corner. She had begun to feel lightheaded at least ten minutes ago from all of the pain, and almost didn't believe what she was seeing. But as her father got up off of her, she knew that it wasn't a hallucination.

"Well, well, well. Look who came to the rescue." Alex's father said, standing back up and zipping up his pants. Santana wanted desperately to run to her crying sister, but she saw the knife in the man's hands.

As the man cupped Santana's face in his hand, the Latina shuddered. He saw this and smirked. Santana suddenly made a grab for the knife, but he pulled it out of her reach quickly enough. Santana saw his eyes darken as he swung a powerful fist which struck her on the side of the head and knocked her to the pavement.

I know, that was a terrible place to stop. But I'm even like that. I would have updated earlier, but guess what happened? I got an envelope from NAYA RIVERA in the mail today, containing the photo I sent her and it was SIGNED! HAPPY EARLY VALENTINES DAY TO ME! She even put a little heart next to her name! So anyways, please leave some reviews!