Alex struggled to crawl over to where Santana lay. The Latina groaned and brought a hand up to her head, which had blood streaming down from the temple. Alex had just drug herself the couple of feet over to Santana and weakly gripped her hand, but her father grabbed her by the ankle and drug her away.

Santana gripped her head in her hands and tried to stop the throbbing. She could barely see through her darkened vision, but had seen Alex get pulled away from her. She fought through the haze in her vision and watched in terror as the large man brought his fist down across Alex's face. The youngest of the three cried out in pain and brought her arms up to protect herself.

Santana managed to sit up and blinked away the darkness from her vision. She used the brick side of the alley to help herself stand and then walked unsteadily over to Alex, who had just received several more ruthless blows to her head and chest. She bent down next to her and looked up at the girl's father, who grinned down at her cruelly.

"Don't you think she deserves it Santana? Now I remember watching you yell at the little whore and slap her across the face. I believe you even wrapped a hand around her neck once or twice." The man said in a taunting tone. He cocked his head to the side.

Santana felt tears stream down her face, as well as blood. She shook her head and put a hand on Alex's bloody, swollen face. The younger girl flinched and whimpered at her touch.

Alex's father grabbed Santana by the hair and yanked her up from her kneeling position. Santana squeaked and then felt a surge of anger stream through her. She swung at the man holding her a few times, catching him on the jaw.

"You stupid bitch." Alex's father snarled as he slammed her against the wall.

"You and your sister are just like your whore mother. So you're going to get treated like one." He growled into her ear. With that, he ran a hand up her shirt and she gasped as his hand cupped her breast.

Alex rolled over slowly and then got to her feet. She staggered towards where Santana was being pressed against the wall and summoned all of her energy into one punch aimed at her father's head. Sadly, he didn't even flinch at the small blow, but instead grabbed her around the throat with his free hand and then smashed her into the wall next to her sister.

Mrs. Lopez was at the verge of breaking down as she sat in her kitchen. The police officers had gone out to search the neighborhood for any sign of Alex or her father. And now that Santana had disappeared, she wasn't sure of seeing either of her daughters again.

The police officers had gone door to door, asking the many citizens of Lima Ohio if they had seen either of the girls or Jack Tucker, Alex's father. No one had any idea about the whereabouts of any of them.

Santana struggled to breath while as Jack's grip around her neck grew tighter. She clawed helplessly, trying to wedge her nails under his fingers and pry them loose of her neck. He finally released, but it was only so he could use his whole strength on Alex.

Santana choked down air as she brought a hand up to her damaged neck. She fell to her knees, coughing.

Jack punched his daughter literally as hard as he could. He felt her cheek bone crack underneath his knuckles and smiled when she screamed. Alex's legs gave out beneath her and she was held up only by his hand around her neck.

Santana could only watch as Alex was thrown to the pavement, skidded, and then came to a stop in a crumpled heap. Her father walked over to her, forced her onto her back, and hit her in the nose, hard. Santana heard the crack and sure enough, blood began streaming out of her nostrils. The 14 year old's sobs were loud, but getting weaker and softer.

Alex found herself being pressed up against the wall again and braced herself. Not to her surprise, she felt her father ram a knee into her chest, once again cracking more of her ribs and jarring the already broken ones. She didn't know how much more of the abuse she could take, and wondered why he hadn't killed her yet.

Alex didn't even cry out when she hit the ground again. She couldn't find enough strength to. But she felt a whole new serge of fear as her underwear was pulled down again and she felt her father's body on top of her.

Santana couldn't sit and watch any longer. She couldn't watch him do that to her. SO she got up off of her knew, but was stopped as James turned around and shook his head. He pulled out the switch blade and then to Santana's surprise, tossed it aside. And then pulled out a Glock.

Alex watched through her swollen eyelids as a gun was put to her head. Her breath caught in her throat and she started praying that someone would come and shoot the ruthless bastard on top of her. But of course, no one did.

Santana inched her way over to Alex and took her limp hand. The 14 year old turned her head and looked over at her. There were more tears running down her bruised, bloody face.

"Just look at me Alex. Just at me." Santana said, squeezing her hand. Alex nodded, and kept her gaze fixed on Santana, though sometimes she was forced to close her eyes when she cried out in pain.

James finished inside of his daughter and stood up. Then, without any hesitation, he fired a round into her chest.

Hey guys. Please please PLEASE leave some reviews. They'll decide on whether I'll continue with another book about Santana and Alex…..if Alex survives. The reviews affect her survival too.

P.S. My Naya autograph is in a frame right above my bed.