A/N: So, things with the Johnsons have been going really well. They seem to be slowly warming up to me, and they seem more comfortable with me which is good. They're son invited me to play video games with him yesterday and he cried when I told him I didn't know how to play. I've only had a hug that warm, that gave me a feeling of utter safety once before, with my 'Santana.'
TRIGGER WARNINGS!- This chapter does have violence in it, as it's the first time I'll be relaying the events which led to my 'Santana' saving me from my own personal hell.
Disclaimer- I do not…own Glee. Or the characters. I only own my story, my life. And I wanted to share it with you all.
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Santana's POV
I couldn't help but go over every part of the conversation I had with Rachel yesterday. I can't believe she would rather talk to me than Puck, I mean I thought they were like Jewbros or whatever. I mean she even said- wait. What the fuck does she mean there's a reason she sang 'I kissed a girl' with me? Rachel is smart enough to know that I don't think she sang it for shits and giggles, so that means she was implying that she sang it for a reason other than helping me out…huh.
Rachel's POV
…..I can't move….I can barely breathe…..every breath hurts worse than the one before...*Inhale*…a stinging pain shoots through my ribs….*exhale*…my head pounds…I'm so tired…..
-Flashback-
I walked home, the pounding of my heart in my chest getting more and more prominent the closer I got. As I walked up to the front door and unlocked it I prayed to whatever deity there was that my Dads weren't home…..my prayer was not answered.
"What are you doing home so late?"
"I-I had to walk *gulp* I'm not allowed to use my… uh your car."
"I don't take kindly to you going off with the Finn boy and being a slut!"
"D-Dad I wasn't with Finn."
"D-Dad." He mocked me. "Stop stuttering like a little bitch and get me a beer from the fridge."
"Okay." I walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge. When I noticed there was no more beer I quickly made my way into the living room. "There's no more beer…."
"God dammit!" I flinched. "Have you been drinking my beer when you're off whoring around!?"
"Dad I haven't been 'whoring around' I've been here and at school."
"Don't you dare talk back to me young lady!"
*SMACK*
"I'll show you to be disrespectful!"
*SMACK*
"Useless!"
*SMACK*
"Waste!"
*SMACK*
"Of space!"
He hit me over and over, his wedding ring ripping open the skin of my arms and face. I lay on the floor, motionless as he kicks me and yells those hateful words. I don't scream when I hear the distinctive noise of my ribs cracking, I've become familiar with the noise. I don't move as he removes my clothes, as he brings me into the kitchen and turns the stove on (He had always admired Catherine Pelzer's work) I know how this goes, and there's no point in trying to fight back anymore.
I hold back my screams as my body is put and held down over the flames. I can feel the fire licking at my skin, the heat scorching me. When he finally lets me go I wait until he leaves to his room before I go up to my own. As soon as I cleaned and wrapped my wounds the exhaustion beat out the pain and I fell asleep, my body giving out….finally.
-End Flashback-
….I'm just going to….to sleep….
Santana's POV
I walk up to Rachel's front door at 5o'clock in the morning, hoping to get here super early and give her more time away from this hell hole. When the door opened I was greeted with the smiling face of one of Rachel's Dads.
"Hello, how might I help you?" He smiled at me. I could feel the anger coursing through my body at how fake this man was being.
"Hi, I'm a-uh friend of Rachel's and I'm here to take her to school."
"I'm sorry but school doesn't start for another two hours."
"We have an emergency Glee meeting, and no one remembered to inform Rachel so I came to pick her up. She is our star after all."
"Ah yes, that's my baby girl. Always a star, I'm so proud of the woman she's become."
"Yeah she's amazing." No thanks to you. "Well, we should get going soon, wouldn't want the star to be late."
"Okay, I'll just go get her."
I waited as Mr. Douchebag went to go get Rachel. When she finally got down stairs and saw me I could swear I saw the terror in her eyes be replaced with hope. I could see as her dull eyes lit up.
"Hello Santana, thanks for picking me up today. Bye Daddy! Love you!" I saw as her eyes lost their spark as she heard he father say he loves her too.
"Hey," I whispered, "are you okay?"
She looked at me, "This is the first time he's said that since I turned seven."
"Rach…."
"Let's just go, I'll be fine Santana," she turned to walk away, "and thank you, for coming to save me."
"No problem Rach, no problem," I looked over at Rachel and noticed a look of complete concentration on her face. She looked like she was in pain. "Rach….are you okay?"
"No, I'm not. Can you take me to the hospital?"
Hospital? What is she hiding under those clothes?
"Are you sure Rach?"
"Yeah…..I need someone to tend to these burn marks."
BURN MARKS?!
"Rach, what the fuck do you mean burn marks? What the fuck did he do, I'll kill him."
As I started to walk away I felt a hand grab my arm.
"Santana, please. I don't need you going to jail. I….I need you here with me."
I looked into her eyes. I could see the need and pleading. "Of course Rachel, I'll be here."
"Thank you. Now come on, we need to get you to the hospital."
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A/N: Sorry for the super long wait there. I've been hanging out with the foster family a lot lately.
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