A/N: Hey guys, again TRIGGER WARNINGS, as this is a very triggering story I advise you to watch out. Also, be careful and take care of yourself, I love you guys
A/N2: Also, I'm so sorry for the long wait, I've been moving from foster home to foster home recently and trying to find a family who will want me. But for now I'll be staying with the Johnsons, and they have internet so yay!
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Santana's POV
Scars, so many scars. From little lines to words, to sentences even. Everything written in red or white lines across her stomach.
"R-Rachel….what?"
I couldn't believe my eyes, Rachel, strong beautiful Rachel. I watched as she spun around, her face showing her fears.
"S-Santana, I can explain! Y-you see my cat scratched me ye-yesterday."
"Rachel, I know those aren't cat scratches. I've had the pleasure of being around Lord Tubbington enough to know that."
I saw right through her lies, I knew what she was doing and I hated it. She was hurting herself and I knew that I was part of the reason why.
"Rach, this isn't healthy. I know that I'm the last person you would want to talk to, but this. This cutting, it's bad and you've got to stop while you still can ok?"
"You're wrong."
"Look, I know what cutting looks li-"
"No, that's not what I was talking about. You said you were the last person I wanted to talk to, you're wrong. While you have made my life harder than it should be, I would rather talk to you than a lot of people that I know. Namely Quinn, Finn, Noah, and basically any of the football players, cheerleaders, glee kids, or teachers. I'd much rather talk to you than any of them."
"Why? I've been nothing but horrible to you for as long as I've known you."
"Santana, don't you think there's a reason I sang 'I kissed a girl' with you?"
"Well, you have two gay dads who love y-"
"No…I don't."
"Wait, you mean to tell me that this whole time you haven't had gay dads?"
"No, I do have gay dads Santana..."
"Well if you have gay dads Rachel, what did you mean when you said you don't?"
"I don't have two gay dads who love me."
"I don't understand…."
"You're not as inappropriate and obsessed with sex as I thought you were."
"Hey! What's that supposed to mean?!"
"I've been standing here shirtless and if you'd have looked you'd have known why I said I didn't have two gay dads who LOVED me."
I looked down at her stomach, now noticing the dark purple bruises under the cuts Rachel has made. They were large; one wrapped around her side and covered her ribs. I looked away, disgusted.
"It's okay to be disgusted Santana, I know I'm hideous…"
"Rache no, that's not why I'm disgusted. I'm not disgusted in you, you're beautiful. I'm disgusted in the pricks who pose as your family; I mean who could do that to their own child! I swear if I see them I'm going to go all Lima Heights Adjacent up in this bitch!"
My head snapped up when I heard her giggle.
"Thank you Santana, but I'll be fine."
"You are not going back to that house Rachel! I'm not going to let you!"
"I have to Santana, they're my parents."
"They're pretty sucky ones if you ask me."
"Don't you think I know that?! Don't you think that I know a parent isn't supposed to beat their child?!"
"Rachel…I'm sorry I didn't mean it like that."
"…I know, I'm sorry for yelling. I'm just not ready to go home."
"Look Rachel, you can stay with me for as long as you need to. Just please, don't go home."
"Santana I can't, my father will kill me if I'm late."
"Then don't go home Rach, look I promise that if you come home with me you'll be safe. I can protect you there."
"Santana Lopez, protecting me? Huh, I never thought I would see the day when you didn't want to torture me."
"Rachel, I said I was sorry….I thought you believed me…"
"I do Santana, and I'm sorry. It's just, I find it hard to believe that anyone could ever care about me like you seem to."
"I know I'm part of the reason you think that, and I want to make it up to you. But that's not why I'm inviting you to stay with me; I don't want to see you hurting anymore Rachel. It breaks my heart to see the once strong Rachel Berry look so…broken."
"Look, I'll have to go home eventually and the beating will be hundreds of times worse than if I go home today."
"Rachel please, if I can't convince you to stay with me, promise you'll be careful. Promise me."
"I promise I'll be as careful as I can."
*ring ring*
"That's the bell, time to go to Glee." I said, and then I realized we had never cleaned her off. "Rachel, lets hurry and get you all clean before we miss too much of Glee.
A/N: Sorry that's it's not a long chapter. I'm sure you've all been waiting thinking it's going to be huge. The truth is I'm swamped with school work that I need to do to get caught up in my classes after missing so much. I'll try as hard as I can to continue this story faster than I have been. I can't promise anything but I'll sure as heck try!
beaner008- Thank you, it's always nice when people are excited about my stories. :)
auntdedra- Thanks bunches.
Brittanaclexa- First off, love the name, it's amazing. Secondly thank you for saying I'm brave. I hope to show people that it's easy to help someone in these situations sometimes. Also thanks for the wellbeing wishes; I hope I feel better too. It's been going good so far, my new foster parents are nice, but they don't really know how to handle a depressed kid. It's a little awkward around them right now but hopefully they warm up to me.
