Major warnings for this chapter including Abuse, child molestation, violence, drug use and death.
Hope you're all enjoying the story. It won't be all dark but this is only the beginning there's more to come like maybe murder espionage rape and all around craziness, but the fluffy love is all mixed in too. This will be a long epic story so hang in there and send me some ideas if you got any.
Don't try to fix me
You will only get hurt
Don't try to fix me
It won't work
Santana POV
"Where the fuck am I"
Oh right I slept over Britt's. I look over and see she's still sleeping. Not creepy at all, I take my phone off the end table and snap a picture. The light was perfect and the thin curtains made it soft so it was cascading around Brittany's body like silk. Her back was completely out and the thin sheet draped over her hips just below the dimple on her lower back. Her blonde hair adorning the white pillow.
She's so damn beautiful I can't take it. It's like seeing perfection in human form. Actually there isn't even a word to describe Brittany. Words would only dilute what her essence exudes.
I'm gonna go get this lovely lady some breakfast. I throw some clothes on making sure to stay quiet as to not wake the Sleeping Beauty. Finally I get downstairs and through the door. It's early so no one in that house should be up. Fuck I shouldn't even be up let alone running to the corner store for breakfast. Maybe I am whipped? Whatever if I'm gonna be whipped for anyone its Sweets. But after last night I don't think I can call her that anymore. That girl is like a pro dominatrix. I've never been topped like that before. And she was right I don't wanna sit and I am walking funny. It was soooo good though I think I came like 5 times. Damnnn… oops I'm here. I see Rachel the town crazy who thinks Barbra Streisand speaks to her in her head. She's always on the street somewhere in this damn town.
"Hey Rach, hear anything from Barbra lately?"
"Why yes Santana she says to wish you a happy birthday tomorrow and to also ask why you are walking so funny?"
Damn Britt really did pound the shit outta me.
"Um well, I did a lot of squats yesterday. Gotta keep my ass nice ya know? Babs should understand. And how did you, I mean Barbra know my birthday was December 30th?"
"She knows, and she understands the importance of squats."
I open the door to Mo's the corner store with the best fuckin breakfast sandwiches in the world. I order two bacon,egg, and cheese sandwiches on a bagel, a carton of Newport 100's, a box of blunts, and one of those tiny roses in a glass tubes that people use to smoke crack. And pay the kind man.
Getting back in Britt's room I see she's still asleep and is now face down on her bed with her arms and legs spread out like a starfish. I can't help but laugh. And she starts to stir. Fuck I woke her up.
"What are you laughin' at over there meanie pants." She mumbles
"Oh just your Patrick Star impersonation. And if you'd open your eyes you'd take back that meanie pants comment."
She notices the coffee and black plastic bag im holding and her eyes light up and she grins until her blue eyes are barely visible.
"For me?"
"Unless there's another person who goes by the name Sweets then yes. I'm not so mean now am I?"
"awwww your so cuteee. And you went to Mo's, man I must've really impressed you last night. How's your ass by the way oh and your crotch too cuz I pounded that shit."
I laugh at her bluntness oh man this girl is too much.
"They both feel how you warned me they would feel haha."
I duck my head sheepishly
"but I liked it"
"Good, me too my butt cheek still has your handprint on it I think. Now come eat with me you sexy bitch"
She gets up though before eating and lays out atleast four lines.
"I can't eat in the morning if I haven't done a line first. Come on San I cut out two for you."
I get up and we both share the snooter and snort our lines. Damn I make some good shit. We then dig into the sandwiches when I notice a picture of her and Holly.
"When did you start working at the club?"
"Just when I turned 18, why?"
"just wondering why I never met you. You started right after I left. Right after I started working for Holly. I started at Headliner's at 16. Those dumbasses accepted that fake ass ID I had."
I reminisce for a couple seconds before speaking.
"Don't ever turn tricks for Artie ever, promise me. If you do you're his slave forever."
She huffs. " Yea I don't plan on it I've been down that road in Norristown, and then some dick threw me outta the car in front of 30th street station."
"Damn Britt that's fucked up."
"That's not even the half of it" she say barely above a whisper
" I had escaped the man's house I was living at and only knew how to get to my hometown. So I walked on and off for three days sleeping in the woods, and eventually made it there and started turning tricks and sleeping in parks. Until I got into that ass hole's car and ended up at the train station where Mike and Tina found me."
Holy shit that was intense but what does she mean she escaped and not simply ran away?
"What do you mean escaped Britt? Who were you escaping from you're parents?
" I don't wanna talk about this anymore ok San just stop. I'm uh gonna lay some more lines out for us."
She then goes over to the end table slightly shaking and grinding her teeth and pours a whole gram of dope out on it. Fuck I hope I didn't upset her. Britt sad is like watching a Nicholas Sparks movie. Tears will fall watching her pout.
"I'm sorry if I upset you Britt, I really am. Would it um, would it make you feel any better if I told you some of my shit?"
" Yeah maybe that would help. And I'd like to get to know you more san"
" Ok well it all started…."
A rail thin Latina woman is walking up the street with a baby bundle in blankets and place in a topless cardboard box. She looks everywhere and over her shoulder paranoid. She walks until she finds a house with black rod iron slats all around the porch and a red door behind the gate. She slowly opens the gate and makes her way to the door. Placing the box down she pulls a birth certificate out of her pocket and tucks it into the side of the bundled up baby. She didn't sign it and put the last name of the child's father at the end of the little girls name. She takes one last look at the baby and the name on the paper.
Santana Marie Lopez.
Little did she know the man inside that home was the devil himself and that she just dropped her daughter into the inferno.
Riccardo Vazquez woke the next morning to crying. He opened the door and grinned. The younger the better he thought.
"So she just left you on a stranger's steps. A creepy Pedophile!?"
"Yup but I'm not finished."
Ricky was pleased with his new toy and saw she was Latina so he took it upon himself to sign the birth certificate. As she was too little just about 6 months all he could do for entertainment was put cigarettes out on her or starve her from food while he ate in the same room.
When Santana was three he started touching her and making her touch him. At so young she didn't know what she was doing. He kept burning her and hitting her up until she was 8 and started to resist and realize this was wrong. It was her 8th birthday and he said he had a present for her and slammed her down to the ground and tied her hands to the railing on the first step of the stairs.
"Happy birthday you little bitch!"
"pleaseee just let me go. Just please don't! stooopp-"
He cut her off with a punch to the face. He then unzipped his pants and rubbed himself a couple times until he was ready.
"Stay still you little slut!"
With that he ripped her dress from pulling it up and ripped her panties completely off and entered her roughly. Getting off and repeating this for 8 hours even after Santana passed out from the pain.
" San, I'm sorry no one deserves that ever."
" It's whatever, but stop interrupting I never told anyone this stuff and uh it's kind of rough to talk about"
Brittany scoots over and I lay my head in her lap as she rubs slow circles on my back.
Things went on like this for a year. Ricky would use belts, electrical cords, lit cigarettes, and anything he could find to hurt her. After another brutal night Santana was sitting on the floor of the shower watching the water turn crimson and silently crying to herself. She just got done and was about to turn the water off when Ricky burst in and tore the curtain open and started whipping her with a leather belt and screaming. Santana drops to the fetal position in the corner of the shower and he stops.
"I love you, ya know. Won't you tell me you love me back Sannie?"
When all he is met with is silence he starts to whip her again.
"Did you hear me you stupid little girl tell me you love me!"
"I-I-I love y-you" she sniffles out.
"Well I don't love you, you dirty bitch. Now clean yourself up you're disgusting. And you have school tomorrow."
"He was the first person I ever said I love you to. And it was to the person I hated most in the world"
The very next night while Santana was doing homework there was a knock at the door. Not wanting to piss Ricky off she rushed to answer it. As she opened the door she looked down to see a bundled up baby in a cardboard box. Knowing this couldn't be a coincidence, she burst through the door and started screaming.
"Come back here you stupid bitch, you left me here and now you leave another baby. You left us in hell you fucking bitch! Come back please. Please…."
She walked back over to the box and sure enough an unsigned birth certificate with only the birth date and a name. Santos Antonio Lopez. Holy shit, she thought. I have a brother and now I have to protect him from the Devil himself. She brought him in and sure enough Ricky was pleased. He liked little boys too.
Santana tried to protect her brother the best she could but she went to school and Ricky would burn him and leave him to cry hungry and in dirty diapers all day. And when she got home he would beat her and tell her to take care of her bastard brother.
She loved Santos with all her heart and vowed to do whatever needed to keep him from getting molested like she did.
"So thatttt's how you have a brother."
" Yup. My only family."
I layed stone faced on Britt's lap preparing to tell the next part of this gruesome story.
Santana was walking home from school, now 12 she could walk and not take the stupid bus. She dreaded going home, never knowing what she would stumble upon when she walked through the red door. As she approached she heard screaming and saw her brother through the window bent over the couch just in his Power Rangers underwear and Rick holding him down with one hand and reaching for his belt buckle with the other. Slowly Santana snuck into the kitchen and found a butcher's knife.
A flash of white-hot anger tore through her and she pounced on Ricky's back stabbing him again and again and again.
"You don't touch my fucking family you piece of shit I'm gonna fucking kill you and enjoy it!"
Once he fell on the floor Santana straddled him and continued to stab him in the chest until she heard her brother's voice.
"San. San. SAN!" He touches her arm." It's ok. He's gone now San. I love you. I love you so much Tana, thank you for not letting him hurt me."
"I-I love you too Santi. We n-need to um call the cops now ok. Put some comfy clothes on and grab the bear I got you for your birthday last year. We might not be coming back."
She called the police and they got them cleaned up. Noticing all the burns and wounds on the children, police knew it was self defense. They gathered their things the next day after the body was removed and only blood stains remain. The two of them were split up into two different group homes for two weeks until a Foster parent named Clara Fitz agreed to take them.
There Santana met another girl named Quinn Fabray who was two years older than her. They fought and bickered because they were so similar but also grew to be great friends. She warned her of Clara, and to not rush to make it to age 14.
At first Santana just had to take care of Santos and hide drugs on her when she bought it for Clara because kids don't get caught. But really in Philly kids are no exception. Then it was peeing in cups for when Clara's probation officer would come to test her. She lied on the foster paper's and used her elderly mother's name to get the money from the foster kids. She was ruthless beating them and starving them. And at night Santana, Quinn, and Santos would all squeeze on one bed and hold each other, crying silently, trying to be strong for the others.
The day came when Santana turned 14 and Clara put her out on the streets. Her and Quinn would cover the same block watching out for each other. And trying to make a game out of it to see who could make more money. One man in particular changed San's life forever. He brought out Heaven's powder itself.
"It's like finding the key to a room you always wanted to go in."
He told her all the good things but none of the bad. They went through a couple bags until Santana was drifting off into a warm cocoon made personally for her body, eyes drifting closed. And then she lurched forward and out the window of the car and threw up. But it felt good and cleansing and now she's feeling the best she ever has. No thoughts or feelings clouding her mind just a blank slate that erases again every 8 seconds. She doesn't even realize she's having sex with the man, and before she knows it he's handing her the cash and some of her new favorite thing, and dropping her back off and 5th and Lehigh. Quinn looks at her and knows that look of contentment. She knows what dark path it leads to also and secretly wishes San doesn't get caught up in it.
"You got any to share with my fine ass Lopez?"
"Shit with how good I'm feeling right now I'd share a kidney with you."
A year later and all is normal until Quinn gets pregnant. Clara flips shit. But not because Quinn's pregnant but because she's losing money cuz no one wants to pay to fuck a pregnant girl, even sick fucks have morals.
"You're fuckin useless now you little bitch I should kill that thing myself."
"No! I-I'll double my shifts on the streets to make up for Quinn's. Just don't hurt her baby please."
" You're lucky you got a friend like dumb ass Lopez, who is stupid enough to care about a little cunt like you. Now get the fuck upstairs before I beat the shit out of both of you!"
They go upstairs where Santos is coloring with worn out broken crayons. Santana takes Quinn's shoes off and pulls back the covers. Putting her hand on the small of her back she lead's the blonde onto the bed. She lay's down facing the wall with Santana at her back. The Latina scoots in behind her and holds her tight as if she's holding her together.
"Thank you" Quinn whispers.
"Shhh. We help each other out, that's the rule. Now rest Q. Get some rest."
"Wait wait wait. You know a Quinn?"
"Yea why?"
"Is her last name Fabray?"
"Holy shit yeah! How did you know?
"She lives here. And works at Headliner's
"What a small fuckin world."
Shaking her head Santana continues the story.
Four months into Quinn's pregnancy she's in the kitchen and drops one of Clara's plates. The larger woman comes storming in, and as if rage clouds her mind to the fact that Quinn's pregnant, or she just doesn't care, Clara starts punching and beating, and kicking Quinn until there is blood everywhere and the younger girl is no longer conscious. Clara leaves her there for 5 hours until Santana comes back from school and finds her bloodied on the kitchen floor. She picks her up gathers her brother and calls a texi to the hospital. She stays with the blonde holding her hand waiting for her to wake up, while Santos sleeps in a chair at the far side of the room. Quinn finally cracks her eyes open and the look on her best friend's face tells her all she needs to know but she still asks.
" I-is my baby gone Tana. Please tell me it's not please. No!"
"I'm so sorry Q. I'm so sorry I couldn't protect you. Please don't hate me please Quinn."
Both girls have floods running down their cheeks.
"San you have done more for me than you will ever know. It's not your fault it's that crazy fuckin bitch."
"Poor Quinn I never knew she lost a baby."
"Yea, I wish I could have protected my future niece or nephew."
"You did what you could San. You have a heart of gold."
"Pshh ok if that's what you think."
" I know I'm right. It's just hidden behind your Armadillo shell."
We both laugh and continue on with the story.
Six months after the miscarriage Quinn has turned 18 and is leaving with all her baggage and a hefty drug problem to go with it. As she hugs Santana goodbye she whispers in her ear.
"Remember the guy I told you about? Buy Clara's shit from him and he'll give you a bad batch and that bitch is done for. Ok San? I love you so much. I feel like I'm leaving my sister. Please be safe and I hope to see you again one day."
"I love you too Quinn, so much, be safe out there ok?"
She nods her head and kneels down to say bye to Santos.
"See ya around little bro. I'll miss you. And remember to listen to your sister ok? She will always keep you out of harm, no matter the cost."
"I love you Quinnie."
He hugs her and she turns to leave sending a smile from over her shoulder. Never to be seen again. Two weeks later Clara needs to re-up on her dope stash and sends Santana out to buy it. She goes to the man Quinn told her about and gets the tainted dope.
An hour later Clara is bent over on the couch with blue lips. Santana begins to pack the little belongings she still has as long as her brother's, making sure not to forget his bear. She grabs Santos shielding him from the view on the couch and leaves the house and Clara, dead in her own filth.
They walked for about an hour in the cold and Santos already had the flu for a couple days so she carries him until they reach 30th street station and go inside for shelter. She's holding her brother close and rubbing his back when a man appears
"If you touch us or try to do anything I swear I will cut you motherfucker!"
Puck puts his hands up in surrender.
"I'm trying to help I was coming to see what was up with you two"
"Sure you're just some nice person in the middle of this shit town and you don't want anything from me. Bull fuckin shit dude get the fuck outta here with you wack ass hair."
"Well I do want you to stop being a bitch and let me take you and the kid to my apartment because he don't look too good and I've been on this very bench you are hopin' someone did this for me. So I'm using the tiny bit of my heart I have and helping you even though you're a bitch."
"What's your name?"
"Noah Puckerman. Puck for short you?"
"Santana Lopez and this is my brother Santos. Oh and I like pussy so don't try anything or you won't ever have children,"
"haha got it, come on you smell like shit."
" And that's how I met puck and then started stripping at the club to pay for Santos' stuff. I got emancipated and made myself his guardian after I got my GED. Then Holly took me under her wing and taught me to cook, and the rest is history."
Brittany is rendered speechless.
"San that is horrible. I'm so sorry."
"Don't. Just Don't it's over and done with."
I lay back down and think of a plan to get Santos out of this shit with Finn and then finally, just maybe, they can be truly happy for the first time in their lives.