Oka, so I'm sorry about the confusion. When I said the end I ment the end of that part (I decided to make it a 3 part instead of 2). This is the end of the chapter, but not the end of the story. I hope that cleared things up... Sorry :(
Triggers:Rape/Molestation, Drug use
In a matter of seconds Santana wiped her eyes and ran out of her room.
The front door slammed with fury, causing Noble to jump. He watched as an obviously pissed Latina charged toward him. "What?" he asked confused, slowly closing his computer.
"I told you something was wrong!" she yelled loud enough for the entire neighborhood to hear. "Brittany's in trouble and I wasn't there for her. I'm going." She directed through the open passenger window.
"You can't!" the male shrieked out.
Santana was taken aback by the urgency in his voice, "And why not?!" she closed her eyes and waved him off, and lowered her voice. "Noble. Fuck you and your dumb ass plan." And with that her feet followed the pavement leading to Brittany's house. Her steps where quick and her breath thick as Noble slowly cruised beside her. Letting out a huff of air she continued speed walking. "I knew I shouldn't have listened to you. I didn't want to lie to Brittany but you made me." Noble stopped the car.
"I didn't make you do anything." As soon as the statement left his lips he knew he had crossed a line. Coming to an abrupt stop Santana starred daggers at the car's driver.
"If I find out… something happened to Brittany that I could have prevented…" taking a second to step closer to the vehicle, she whispered, "I'll kill you."
Stepping back on to the sidewalk she began to sprint off into the darkness of the night.
"Shit!" Noble said to himself while opening his laptop. He clicked on a minimized tab, pulling up the view of Brittany's room. The space her body last occupied, before Santana exited the house, was now vacant. Maximizing another tab the view of the Pierce's living room and front door appeared. Still no one was in view, but voices could be heard. Turning up the volume, Noble couldn't see where the voices where coming from, but he knew who they were coming from.
Desperately searching his phone he quickly found a saved contact and pressed talk.
"Hey, it's Noble. I need you to get her home now!" A soft feminine voice mumbled through the receiver before he continued. "Yeah I know, but the schedules been moved up." The women on the other end of the line spoke for a while. "Okay, thanks Angela." Taking a deep breath Noble took off down the road. The beginning of his plan was successful, early, but successful, and it's only the beginning.
-x-
Brittany's body literally shook from discomfort and pain as Ethan led her down the stairs. "Brittany I just wanted to talk to you." His voice was remorseful calm. The young blonde said nothing.
Ethan slowly pulled out a chair and motioned for his daughter to sit. Her body remained still; she could feel the eyes of her father watching her. Naturally her body flinched under his stare. Her body wracked with pain; she could practically feel her face swelling.
He silently pleaded with her, until eventually she sat. She sat slowly avoiding hitting anything that hurt, which was impossible. She hurt everywhere.
Making his way around the table, Brittany quickly reached out and grabbed Stuart, holding him impossibly close. As Ethan sat he tried to catch the distressed girl's attention. "Are you going to look at me?" he waited patiently for a reply he didn't receive. "Look Brittany…" the teens clenched her fist around her temporary protector. Just hearing her name come out of his mouth disgusted her. "I'm really sorry… I never meant to …" eye contact was finally made as blue eyes furiously stared.
Suddenly gaining the courage to say something, "You never meant to do what?" she questioned. "Rape your own daughter? Because that's what you did." Ethan's body tensed at the accuracy of Brittany's words. She was tired of putting up with her father trying to persuade her that what he did was okay, when she knew it wasn't.
Her eyes seemed to be looking at his soul, causing him to shift uncomfortably in his seat. "Stop staring at me; you're making me feel guilty." His said with his voice low as he broke contact.
Brittany practically jumped out of her chair, "You ARE guilty!"
"I know what I did was wrong, but you need to know that I didn't do it to hurt you. And when I hit you… I never meant to do that;I was just so out of control. I didn't know what to do; I just reacted." Brittany tried ignoring everything he said, but it got to her too much. "I'm sorry, what else do you want me to say?"
Just as Ethan began to speak the front door opened, causing the person who entered to catch his apology. Both Ethan and Brittany watch as an angered teen started asking questions. "And what exactly are your sorry for?" Once Brittany caught sight of Santana she dropped Stuart on the table and ran to her.
Caught a little off guard Santana stumbled as her girlfriend crashed into her. She calmed instantly. "Hey, I'm sorry I wasn't here earlier, but I'm here now. I promise." Somehow the blonde was able to keep herself from crying, but Santana made her feel safe, she was finally able to let go. Warm tears trailed down soft pale skin landing in brunette hair. "It's okay, just tell me what happened." The grip on Santana's body tightened as Brittany's body shook in her arms.
Immediately Santana's calm demeanor became to disappear. Gently pushing her girlfriend away from her, she gave her an assuring look before seeing the bruising around her eye. Tanned fingers reached up to touch it, and upon contact Brittany flinched. Santana's eyes darted over and found Ethan's.
"I believe I asked you a question. What are you sorry for?" The older man's face dripped with guilt and fear. He had seen an angry Santana, but never directed towards himself.
"Uh, I, well I, uh…" he stuttered.
Santana closed in on him with Brittany trailing slowly behind. "You, uh, uh what?" she replied in a mocking tone.
"I was just, uh, apologizing for…" his eyes left brown eyes and desperately pleaded with blue. Brittany stepped closer to Santana and refused him any help. "Brittany and I got into a little argument, and I kind of hit her."
Santana froze in her spot, causing Brittany to bump into her; she was curious and angry before but now she's beyond pissed off. "You did what!? How the fuck do you 'kind of' hit someone? Look Ethan I don't have time for you to bullshit me! Tell me what you did or I swear I'm gonna…"
Just then a shallow thud came from the front door. Everyone turned to watch Grace slowly enter the room and shut the door, something Santana neglected to do. Confusion showed in her features. All eyes watched as she walked up to a trembling Brittany. "Brittany what happened?" genuinely concerned.
"Ethan." Santana simply stated.
"What about him?" her eyes left her daughters and found her husbands. His face still held guilt as she waited on him to reply, but he just stood in silence. She turned back to Santana, "…and what did you want him to tell you?"
"Grace, Ethan hit Brittany. He did this to her, and I think he did something else."
Grace slowly shook her head, "No. Ethan wouldn't do that. Would you?" she looked at her husband who broke contact and hung his head. "Brittany?" She watched her daughter carefully as she nodded.
Nodding to herself she placed her purse on the table and politely went to the kitchen and grabbed a knife. Every eye in the room looked like saucers. Grace was never the one for violence, but one can only be pushed so far before reacting.
Ethan watched his life flash before his eyes as she walked back into the dining area and stabbed the butcher knife into wood of the table. "What are you planning to do with that?" Ethan managed to squeak out.
"Depends on your answer to Santana's question; did you do anything else to our daughter?"
Ethan's eyes stared at to his wife, then the knife, to his daughter and back. "I, I…"
"Come on. It's not that hard of a question. You either did something or you didn't." Ethan stood shocked and at a loss for words. Grace wrapped her hand around the handle and pulled the knife from the table forcefully.
"Okay, okay..." Terror laced in his voice as he responded. "I did, but I…"
Grace cut him off, "And what exactly did you do?"
Ethan didn't seem to know what to do or say. He fumbled with his hands and refused eye contact. The subject had been avoided for far too long Brittany thought. Slowly she stepped out from behind Santana and spoke up. "Mom." Her voice soft and vulnerable. Grace turned to listen; her features softening as her daughter spoke. "He, uhm…" Brittany thought she had to confidence to tell her mother, but fell short.
Santana watched her girlfriend struggle and wanted to help. She wanted to just tell Grace what she thought happened, but she wasn't sure and she knew that it was something Brittany needed to tell her herself. She opted to encourage Brittany; grabbing her hand she slowly rubbed her thumb over the flesh on the back. Brittany looked at Santana who gave her a shy smile. Brittany nodded and took in a deep breath. "He rapped me." Santana tried her hardest not to transfer her emotions through her hand, and kept up her supportive hand hold.
"You WHAT!" Ethan began to cower into a corner. Grace proceeded to yell at him when Santana heard a knock that was barley audible come from the door. She let go of Brittany's hand and when she looked back she pointed to the door. After receiving a nod she slowly and quietly went over to answer the door.
"Can I help you?" Santana looked at the man and had a weird feeling that she had seen him before.
The man seemed to be having the same feeling, "Yeah, uhm…" the man said a little taken back. Santana was in no mood for beating around the bush. "You gonna to tell me what it is?"
"Oh…" the said snapping out of it. "I just came because I was walking past and heard some screaming; I just wanted to see if everything was okay."
"Yeah, we're fine." She said simply before shutting the door and making her way back over to Brittany.
"What was Mr. Collins doing here?" 'Collins' that sounded so familiar.
Santana was taken out of her thoughts as she hears something in the kitchen. Looking to see what all the noise is for. She spots grace throwing the butcher knife back into the cabinet and pull out a metal cheese grater, before returning to the table.
Ethan seemed amused, "A cheese grater?" he laughed. Graced didn't look as gratified as he was, yet a smile was present on her face.
"And what are you going to do with that?" this time a lot less intimidated.
Grace looked nonchalant as she replied, "Oh, I just thought that sense you thought it'd be ok to rape our daughter that I could use this here cheese grater…" she held it up as if on display. "…to grade your nuts off you sick bastard." Her voice getting more aggressive as she spoke. Just as she launched her body over the table towards Ethan the door swung open.
Multiple men and women in uniform burst into the room grabbing the room's inhabitants. Noble entered the room after the police officers swarmed the dining room, making his way over to Santana. "Hey guys you can let these two go." The two officers holding Santana and Brittany release them and attend to Ethan and Grace. "Good job Santana. Wait here and I'll be back." As Noble walked away Brittany gave Santana a look she rarely ever seen; one of anger.
"You know him?" Brittany had a short flashback to the day she seen him beat up her father.
"Yeah, where friends, but I don't know why he's…" Cutting her off the blonde continued "Did you set this up?"
Santana looked at her girlfriend in shock. "What? No. I had no idea what he's talking about I promise."
Brittany pulled her arms over her chest and gasped as Noble penned her father to the ground. "Hey you remember me?"
Ethan struggled to look behind him as Noble cuffed him. "You're the guy from the supermarket."
Noble laughed, enjoying arresting him more than he should. "Surprised? Well paybacks a bitch isn't." Ethan threw his body wildly around on the floor trying to set himself free. "Please resist so I can legally kick your ass." The other officers crowd in picked him up putting an end to his struggle. Stepping closer Noble sized him up, "Ya know, they don't treat child molesters well in prison…" Ethan lost all control and lunged out at the younger male. "Get him out of here."
Noble stood back as Ethan was drug out of the house; Grace, willingly, was led out of the house and carefully seated in a cop car. Once everyone evacuated the house, Santana and Brittany watched as Noble ran upstairs. In less than a minute he returned with little teddy in his hand. He grabbed Stuart and walked up to the girls.
"What the hell Noble."
"What?" Santana gave him her signature glare. "Oh, you mean… yeah, that was fun. Except the Collins incident, we didn't know you two had met before. Almost blew our cover."
'Oh Shit!' she thought. She suddenly realized that she did know that man. He was the police officer form last night. Brittany watched in silence unable to form a coherent sentence. Santana snapped out of her thoughts; now wasn't the time for that.
"First of all I didn't know you were a cop, and second what part of you arresting both of my girlfriend's parents was fun?"
"Well, I'm not a cop, I'm a volunteer, and with the footage we have, her mother will be let go, but her father… ha he… well let's just say prisoners don't like his kind." He said with a sly smirk.
"Footage? What footage?" Brittany was finally able to say.
"Oh, I put a camera in the stuffed animals. I sat in the car and watched a live stream." His voice full of joy. He then remembered what he saw and his joyous demeanor dropped. "…and I'm really sorry…you know, about what happened."
Brittany's eyes almost popped out of her head, so many emotions ran through her. She didn't know if she was disgusted, hurt, or just violated. "You watched?"
Suddenly feeling uncomfortable Noble started heading for the door. "It was for the best." He stated. "Oh, both of you should drop by the station tomorrow afternoon so we can get your statement." And with that he was gone.
Santana didn't know what to say, because she knew there weren't any words that would make this right. She reached down and grabbed Brittany's hand. "Let's just go to bed." Far too tired to object, Brittany followed Santana's lead.
They changed into their pajamas and laid in bed. For the most part neither of them said anything, until the brunette couldn't take the silence. "Brittany?"
"I don't want to talk about it." The amount of indifference in her voice scared Santana. Brittany had been sad before, but she always cared. Instinctually Santana wanted to comfort her girlfriend by cuddling, but she knew she would only be rejected. Instead she turned so her face watched Brittany's back in the dark room. "Please don't hide from me." She placed her hand on the blondes shoulder; in a matter of seconds she shrugged it off. She knew this would happen, but what could she do? "I just want you to know that you are worth something." Rolling back over Santana figured she'd have a better chance with Brittany in the morning. Glancing at the clock she suddenly felt tired. 1:29 tonight had defiantly been a long one. The lids of her eyes became heavy; too tired to resist she let sleep wash over her.
-x-
Brittany could not fall asleep, the nights previous events continuously ran through her mind. Even the part where her father raped her in the bed she was laying in. she knew she should feel… something, but she felt nothing. Her soul was weightless and she found herself unable to believe that this was her life. Her father couldn't have taken advantage of her, her parents couldn't have been arrested, a man who she had met once couldn't have watched every traumatic event happen. None of this is real. It couldn't be.
Slowly slipping out of bed she watched and waited for Santana to stir. When she didn't she took a look at the clock. 4:53, where did the time go? Either way she didn't care. Why should she? Every time she needed help no one was there to help her.
Looking back at her slumbering girlfriend, she wanted to feel love and appreciation, but she didn't. All she seen was disappointment and empty promises.
The cavity of heart was empty. Its beat was low and hollow. Santana had promised to protect her, she didn't. She promised to be there for her, she wasn't. No matter how hard she tried Brittany simply could not give a fuck. Again, why should she when no one else did?
She silently made her way into the bathroom; she flinched to turn on the light, but decided against it. She cautiously opened the medicine cabinet, making sure not to make a sound. Blindly reaching inside it, she grabbed some extra strength Tylenol. Her head was pounding from being hit by her father, and by reality. She knew she had found the right bottle, because it was the only one she had difficulty opening.
Once the cap was off, she shook the container until she felt 2 tablets fall into her hand.
She paused and started to think.
Sticking her finger in the bottle she noticed it was mostly full. 'Why the hell not?' she thought. Life had become unbearable. 'If I die, who will care?' her brain processed the question and came up short.
Her palm made contact with the counter as she felt around for a cup. Upon finding one, as quietly as she could she filled it with water. She tilted the bottle until it felt almost weightless. Not knowing, or caring, how many pills were in her hand she slowly took them 2 at a time. After about her 8th gulp of water her thought was tired of swallowing. She still had pills in her hand, but was far too tired to take them.
The night wore on as Brittany sat with her back against the wall. A faint light shined through the door she didn't bother to close. Her eyes now felt like lead as she struggled to stay awake. She knew this could be the last night of her life and she wanted to spend it with Santana. Her body moved at a slow shaky pace as she stood. Finally making her way over to the bed she cuddled up behind her girlfriend, who subconsciously melted into her. "I love you." She whispered.
She laid there tired. Tired of all of her fears that haunted her, and just plain tired in general.
Her eyes shut; as she waited for death to consumer her, she had one final thought.
'I want to die. And more than anything I want them to let me.'
Again I'm sorry for the confusion. Let me know what you think... Review, PM me if you have any questions or comments... :]