Santana's POV (Ch 1 pt 6)

After detention

I had to hurry and run home. My parents wanted me home as soon as school was over, but since I ended up with detention I had to stay after school and I ran

inside, tired from running and still a little upset from my confrontation with Brittany. "Oh well look who decided to show up!" My dad yelled from his chair. "I'm

sorry. I had d-detention.." I stuttered. "Mmmm. So now you're getting in trouble at school?" He said standing up. My eyes trailed his eyes. Blood shot. "It's

because I was late this morn-" I felt all his strength slap me hard across the face. The pain stung so hard. I was just about used to it though... "Shut. Up." he

glared. I just nodded slowly and licked my cheek from inside my mouth making my tongue noticeable thru the other side. "Your mother already cleaned the

kitchen, so I'll find something pleasing for you to do." He winked at me. All my childhood memories came thru my mind of all the different scenarios he course

meant. He flicked his fingers as a sign I was allowed to go to my room. I scurried upstairs and looked at my cheek in my mirror. A bright red mark made itself

comfortable on my cheek. I put my backpack by the foot of bed and grabbed my sister's stuffed elephant. I miss her so much.

Santana's POV (Ch 1 pt 7)

Am I really that bad? Not even enough for my own father to love me. He says he does...in awkward and uncomfortable situations. I don't understand what I

ever did to make everyone hate me. I sat on my small bed I've had since I was 9, my body barely fits in it. I heard the stairs creak as my father started coming

upstairs. Every step brought another painful memory from my childhood into my scarred mind. I curled my body, to the point when my chin was forcing a dent in

my knees. My eyes glued to the doorknob, waiting to see it turn. The footsteps faded so I guess he stopped. I flopped back and thought..and thought. I

reached under my bed and grabbed an old box and dusted all the dust off. I grabbed the key from under my desk and unlocked it. Wow, I haven't opened this

box in years. I went through the old pictures "2008" , "1998", "2001" pictures from all years. Once you look at them you can see me happy with Brittany, then

slightly happy with myself. Then myself. Unhappy. Pictures scaled to different years to different emotions. I looked thru the pictures with Brittany. On one of the

there was a paper that seas sticking to the picture with gum. I pulled the paper of slowly so the gum didn't make it rip. I unfolded the paper, it was a drawing

of Brittany and I with the fairies "To Waterdrop, from Lilypad" I chuckled at Brittany's drawing skills and the comment on the side. A could feel the tears trying

to make thru their way thru my eyes. I let it go and so did the rest, they became a waterfall. I sobbed looking thru the pictures, one of the was us in the middle

of our handshake. I remembered us doing it now "Fishy, fishy, why are you so squishy?" I chuckled to myself and wiped away some tears. The more and more

pictures I saw the more and more I remembered she was back and we could laugh about out childhood together! But no... She doesn't remember. I stood and

went to my closet and on the top shelf was my tutu from when I was 6. My only friend was here, but wasn't at the same time.