This is kind of intense; I just want to WARN you before you read it. There are triggers, so be careful.
Brittany lied in her bed petting Stuart as she patiently waited for Santana's reply. "Well Stuart, I guess she's not texting us back." She never stopped her petting as the mood in the room shifted. "Can I tell you a secret?" she waited awhile as if waiting on a reply. "Ok, but if I tell you you can't tell anyone." Again she paused, and took in a deep breath. "I'm scared…" a soft knock came from her door interrupting her confession. Shinny blonde hair poked into the room before the rest of her body followed.
"Are you busy?" Brittany sat Stuart down next to her and rolled onto her stomach and shook her head. Grace walked over and sat next to her daughter, picking up the giraffe. "And who is this?"
Brittany lit up and began petting the pet as she spoke, "This is Stuart. Santana gave him to me."
"Well that was sweet of her." The young blonde nodded.
"So what's got you up here?" her smile still present.
"Oh, I almost forgot. I just got a text from Angela, she wants to catch up."
"Okay?" honestly Brittany had no idea where this was going.
Grace adjusted herself on the bed before continuing, "I'm telling you because I've noticed you've been tense lately, and I just wanted to know if you'd be okay being here alone?"
"Dad's going with you?"
As soon as Grace shook her head Brittany stopped petting Stuart and let her arm fall limp to the bed. "He's made plans to go out with Carl; he'll be leaving soon after me." Upon hearing the news that she wouldn't be left alone with her father, allowed her face to regain some of its color.
"So uh, what time are you leaving?" Grace checks the time on her watch.
"Well Angela said she'd be here at 10:15, so about 20 minutes." Looking down, Grace sent a small smile to her daughter. Brittany tried to send one back, but failed causing her mother's smile to falter. "Sweetie is there anything you want to talk about?"
The last thing Brittany wanted to do was to tell her mom all of her problems. Trying a little harder she mustered up a convincing smile. "No, I'm just a little tired. You go and have some fun."
Smiling back the older blonde stood up and walked to the door before looking back at her daughter. Brittany just nodded and Grace shut the door behind her.
Just as the door shut her phone began to ring, but not just any ring it was a special sound specifically set for any and everything Santana. In desperate need of her girlfriend the blonde crawled over to her night stand and grabbed her phone. At first Brittany didn't know if it was a call or a text, because she had the same ringtone for both, but after looking down at the screen she noticed it was only a text message.
Hey, I was thinking I could come over and we could talk. I'll be there at 11. –sanlopez-
Holding on anxiously to her phone, Brittany refused to take her eyes off of it as her pale fingers worked quickly across the keyboard.
At exactly 11? xxbrittbrittxx
Santana turned to Noble after reading her girlfriends message. She didn't know what his plan was, but she did know she hated lying to Brittany. "Do I really have to do this?" A simple nod was all she received before letting out a disgruntled sigh.
Not a minute later –sanlopez-
The message seemed to give the blonde a since of hope as her body visibly relax, and the grip on her phone softened.
Okay, but can we meet somewhere else? xxbrittbrittxx
'Why doesn't she want to meet at her house?' "Noble, something doesn't seem right." Holding out his hand he waited for Santana to hand him her phone. Once he had it he went through the messages and typed a response. The young teen watched as her phone rang, and Noble replied. This went on for a while before he returned the phone back to its owner.
"Everything is taken care of now. You can go inside, but remember no communicating with or to Brittany."
"Fine, but where are you going to be?"
The corner of Noble's lips began to rise. "I'm going to be right here making sure you don't do anything to ruin the plan."
Rolling her eyes Santana got out of the car and shut the door.
In her room she lie across her bed going through the messages Noble sent.
I don't think that's a good idea B… Where is Stuart? –sanlopez-
He's right here, why? xxbrittbrittxx
I got him to protect you, so let him. I'll be there before you know it. I promise. –sanlopez-
Please hurry. I really need you. xxbrittbrittxx
'What a dick?' was the first thought she had after reading the messages, because who leaves someone who's obviously in need of help hanging like that? To say the least Santana was pissed. She was about to call Noble and let him have it when her phone began to beep. A notice flashed across the screen warning her to connect her phone to a charger, or her phone would die.
Reaching down beside her bed she grabbed a thin black chord and attached it to her phone. Once she heard the chime that confirmed her phone was now charging she rolled on to her back and stared at the ceiling.
-x-
Brittany lie on her back staring at the ceiling waiting for Santana to reply. While time passed she thought. Something was off and didn't feel right. She didn't know if it was just a gut feeling or the silence that surrounded her. She sat up and began to listen…
Nothing.
The only sound she could make out was the cool air that escaped the vent. She felt like the house was too quiet. Throwing her legs off the side of her bed she placed her feet flat on the floor and walked over to the door. Before she exited she paused, "Oh, I almost forgot." Running back inside she grabbed Stuart and left the room once again.
Brittany held Stuart tightly to her chest as she cautiously descended the stairs. Each step she took made the floor creek beneath her. Her steps became lighter the closer to the earth she got. At the bottom, her white and yellow duck socks morph into the plush carpet.
With her guard still up she walks into the kitchen and glances at the clock. 10:57. Brittany smiles, knowing Santana will be here soon and "not a minute later." She drifts back into the dining room placing Stuart down on the table, before heading to the living room.
Empty.
No one is here. A weight had been lifted from Brittany's shoulders. She relaxes and walks over to the door to make sure her father wasn't sitting on the porch. Opening the door she slipped her head out of the crack, she looked to her left, then to the right.
Clear.
Shutting the door she rested her forehead on its smooth surface. Closing her eyes she released a deep breath she had been holding.
A cool breeze moved slowly and carefully upon her causing a familiar shiver to run up her spine. If it was possible an even deeper silence caged her. Her eyes shot open and her breath quickened. In that instant she knew.
She felt lust filled eyes burn her skin as rough hands scratch her arms while they trail to her wrist. He turns, gently pulling delicate fingers towards the stairs. Everything up until that point was routine, but something was different. Brittany was different.
Ethan pulled on her arm as she stood unmoved. Turning, he looked at her with concern in his eyes. "What's wrong?" He says as sincerely as the situation would allow.
"No."
The grip on her hand slackened, "No?" confusion crossing his face.
Finding the opportunity to break free, she pulls her arm away from her father. "I don't want you to do this anymore." She scoffs, "I never wanted to do this." Her arms rose to her chest creating a barrier to fend off any unwanted advances. "I'm sorry, but I won't let you touch me anymore."
The space between her father and the door seemed to shrink as her body squeezed from between them. Brittany walked away feeling divided. On one hand she was proud for standing up for herself, but she was also upset she let it get as far as it had.
This was new to her; she had never just walked away. Something in the air felt strange, she thought if she could make it to the bathroom, she could lock herself away until Santana arrived. But that was a destination she would never reach.
Just as she passed Stuart, who witnessed everything, her once free wrist was now bound. This time with a grip that was nearly inescapable, Brittany tried to yank her arm back, further angering her dad. Lifting his arm he released his anger, as his hand forcefully slid across her face like a whip. Immediately she held her face in shock, because Ethan had NEVER hit her.
Ethan wasted no time with sympathy. His grip got impossibly tighter as he drug his daughter up the stairs. Half way up Brittany struggles free, but Ethan was too quick; he pushed her, and watched as her body lie still at the bottom of the staircase.
Retrieving her body, he threw her limp limbs over his shoulder carrying her into her room and shutting the door.
-x-
Slightly disoriented, Brittany opened her eyes. Her vision was blurry; she felt like she had just woken from a bad dream. Her face even hurt from where Ethan had hit her, but she still felt uneasy. She soon knew why. Because it wasn't a dream, it was her reality.
She blinked her eyes until the fog had cleared, exposing Ethan straddling her waist. She couldn't feel him before, but she did then. Her father didn't weigh much, but the weight of his sins seemed to weigh a ton as he forced her into the mattress.
Brittany was strong, but Ethan was stronger and despite her best attempts she could not get him off her. Nothing made sense, her father had only molested her, but she knew tonight things were going to change.
Her head hung off the side of the bed as it shifted. The alarm clock on the nightstand showed, 11:14. She shut her eyes tight and held her breath hoping it would be over soon. (11:15)
Visions of her girlfriend flooded Brittany's head, any memory she could hold on to was fine; she just couldn't be here. Her air supply began to run low and the memory faded. Opening her eyes she took in a deep breath and watched the clock as time passed. (11:16)
'Santana, where are you?' (11:17)
Eventually Brittany felt nothing but nauseous and numb. She sent up a prayer to the heavens before she fell into the darkness.
-x-
Something strange woke Santana; she felt something hit her. Not physically, but mentally; like someone was trying to tell her something. What? She wasn't sure, she didn't even remember fallen to sleep. Suddenly she remembered all of the day's events and rushed to her phone.
She had 6 missed calls and 1 voicemail, all from Brittany. She jumped off her bed and called her voicemail.
Santana panicked as the automated voice stated that the message was received at 11:34
"Santana, please pick up. I'm s-sorry if I upset you, but please don't ignore me, I need you. I know you don't understand what's going on with me, but I'm trying. Can that be enough for now...? I just feel so dirty and scared and all I want is for you to hold me, but you aren't here… Santana, where were you?"
The end
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