Hey everyone thanks for reading! I got a review from a guest and just wanna clear some stuff up
Guest: whoever you are, firstly thanks for the review it was cool you took time out to drop me some comments. Regarding the grammar not being right, sometimes that's a mistake, but most of the time I make the narrator speak in a philly slang to get the voice of the words off of the paper and get a feel of the dialect we use but I can see what you're saying.
And the drug use seems tame because I don't want the whole story to be describing over and over the process of snorting line or shooting up. The air of drug abuse is also light because in some cases, like I myself have been in, the drugs kind of run your life in the background and no one really sees how deep you are into it and your conscious kind of downplays the ridiculousness of what you go through just to get high especially when your friends are doing the same thing. And if you like dark this story is about to get midnight dark lol
Woo that was long. Hope I cleared that up and thanks so much for
the review =]
and to clear up the measurement I made a little drug graph for ya
1 ten dollar bag= .1 gram
10 bags = 1 gram
a bundle is 14 bags =about 1.5 grams and costs 100-110 bucks
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Grandpa said que cera cera
What will be will be
But I cant help but worry
What will become of me?
-AC
Santana's POV
From: Sweets
San are you ok? I'm really worried about you. Text me back please =[
From: Sweets
Please answer me so I at least know you're alive.
From: Sweets
That's it I'm coming over.
Ughh what the fuck does she want from me? I can't even text her back let alone look her in the eyes and all I can see when I try to sleep is that frightened look B had. Good thing the doors locked so she can't get in.
I decide to wash away all feelings by resorting to my favorite thing. Getting high. Dope is like a snow plow for feelings. It pushes them out of the way and off to the side of the road to fester and become darker like the snow that becomes black from the dirt of the world. Eventually that snow melts, but the liquid still flows down the streets into crevices that are untouchable. Right now I want my feelings to fall into said crevices. Just push them down like I always do. I don't have the luxury of feelings. If I did nothing would get done and I'd be one of those crying defenseless bitches and I refuse to let myself be that girl again. The girl with no control. The girl who was beaten by a grown man. The one forced to turn tricks by a sadistic old bitch. No, not going back to that. I'm pouring out the tenth bag that I've done in a matter of three hours, when the doorbell rings. Fuck it's Brittany, I know it is. Good thing the doors locked so she cant get-
"Hey Puck is San around? She hasn't texted me back in like three days."
What the fuck? Of course dumb ass Puck let her in. I'm gonna beat his ass.
"Yea B. She's upstairs in her room. She's been there for days."
Great fucking great. I'm going to get under the covers and pretend I'm sleeping. Yea, that's the plan. I just make it under the covers and lay down when I hear the door to my room slowly creak open.
"San, I know you're not sleeping. You left a whole pile of dope on your end table and no one goes to sleep willingly with that still out. Plus you're breathing really fast."
I groan and flip the covers off of me. I'm just wearing my favorite Doors t-shirt and a thong but I don't care she's seen it all before and she wasn't even invited so she's just gonna have to deal with it.
"What do you want Britt?"
"I wanted to see how you are because you refuse to answer my calls and texts San."
"Maybe there was a reason I didn't answer."
I hear her huff and she comes and sits down on the bed with me. We're silent for a moment until Britt decides to speak again.
"Don't push me away San. I know you think you're going to hurt me somehow. But I know you won't and I'm not scared."
"I-I'm scared of myself." I say in barely a whisper.
"Remember when you told me your story to make me feel better?" I nod my head, yes I remember that horrible chore of recounting all of my pasts shadows.
"Well Tana, I think it's about time I tell you my story."
"B, you don't have to, I know how hard it is."
"No, I need to do this to show you I can handle much more than you're giving me credit for."
"A-alright, but if you wanna stop at any point, stop. Ok?"
"Of course Tana. Now it started when I went out for pizza with my parents…"
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Brittany and her parents, Ali and Kevin, are sitting in Charlie's Pizza having a great time. Brittany misses her sister Bree and wishes she didn't decide to sleep over her friend's house. But Bree's 8 and it's her first sleepover so Brittany is happy for her.
The little 12 year old blonde carves her initials into the wooden table where she can find a blank spot amongst all the other names of kids throughout Norristown who've sat here before her. She finishes her pizza and walks to the back to play a game of Pac Man. That's when she notices a stuffed unicorn in the case of the claw machine.
"Daddy can you win that Unicorn for me, it's too hard I can't get it."
She throws on her signature pout to get her way, but she doesn't need to use it. Her father loves his children more than life itself. Kevin kisses his wife on the cheek and goes over to the pesky claw machine. By the time he gets the unicorn out he's spent the last ten dollars he had, after paying for the pizza.
"Yess! I love you Daddy thank you so much! I'm never letting Mr. Unicorn out of my site. He's my new best friend."
"Hey I thought I was your best friend Britty?"
"You still are Dad, but you don't poop rainbows like Mr. Unicorn."
Kevin shakes his head. He truly loves the imagination of his little girls. Bree is much the same as Brittany with whimsical stories and equally as energetic delivery as her older sister. He wonders if Bree is having fun. He misses his other little girl. Ali hears her husband and daughter's conversation and can't help but laugh.
"Hey Kev maybe we can feed you glitter so you can poop rainbows too."
"Hahaha poop rainbows B? That's awesome. But that's the same unicorn you still have on your bed all the time?"
"Yup I promised my Dad I'd never let him out of my site."
The family is all laughs walking down the street the short distance back to their home. Then out of nowhere a huge 6 foot something 250 pound man jumps out in front of them holding a gun.
"Don't fuckin' move or I'll shoot all of you!"
The whole family raises their hands up in surrender, including Brittany, while she still clings to the unicorn her father just won her.
"We don't have anything, buddy. We're from here too, we probably have less money than you do."
This just makes the man angry. It's so dark all Brittany can see is the glow of his green eyes contrasting against his dark skin. She's terrified and literally shaking.
"Don't fuckin' talk unless you're spoken to! And I don't want you're money. I want you're daughter."
He looks over at Brittany with the sickest smirk she has ever seen and her stomach drops. She feels her pizza about to make a reappearance, but holds it down as to not anger the man any further.
"Please,"Ali tries to plead with the man. "Please don't hurt my baby!"
"Oh, I'll take real good care of her."
That's when the shots rang out piercing through the silence of the night.
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
Two shots each penetrate through the chests of Kevin and Ali Pierce, leaving their daughter shaking and alone in front of her parents' killer. She grips her stuffed unicorn as hard as she can and before she knows it, a car pulls up and she's being thrown into the backseat with the dark, green-eyed man following.
"Holy shit B. I'm so sorry. They seemed like awesome parents. But what happened with your sister?"
Brittany bows her head remembering her sister's blue eyes and blonde hair that mimics her own.
"I still haven't seen her to this day."
Brittany sits in the backseat of the car shaking as she watches the scenery pass by and says a silent goodbye to the town she has spent all her life in. She also thinks of her sister and thanks god she wasn't there to get hurt, or worse, killed like her parents. The car circles onto the onramp of 422 and she watches the signs of towns pass one after the other while a brunette white woman drives the car at an alarming speed. Finally the car pulls off onto the exit for Allentown. She knows she's far away, being that they've been driving for close to an hour. Finally the car stops in front of a rickety looking house that's closest neighbor is at least a mile away. The man grips Brittany by her hair and drags her from the driveway to the front door while the woman shakily unlocks the door and opens it. The man throws Brittany inside and tries to rip the unicorn from her hands until the woman interjects.
"Jermaine let the girl keep her fuckin' toy it's all she has!"
Jermaine lets go of the toy but backhands the woman clear across the face.
"Casey you know better than to talk back to me you bitch! I had to do this because you're so bad at everything that you can't even mother a fuckin' child for me!"
The woman whimpers and backs off throwing Brittany an apologetic look with broken hazel eyes.
"What's your name little girl?" Jermaine questions
Brittany looks up from the floor and as she's telling the man her name, she vomits all over his feet, causing him to go into another fit of rage. He throws the girl over his shoulder and opens the door to the unfinished basement. When he makes it to the bottom, Jermaine tosses the fragile girl onto the cement floor and starts beating her. Punch after punch after punch. Eventually the unicorn is thrown into the corner of the rancid smelling basement and Jermaine begins to loosen the buckle of his pants. Casey tries to stop him, but he's too strong and tosses her into a wall effectively knocking the woman unconscious.
"You're gonna like this you little bitch."
He flicks his belt off and wraps in around Brittany's throat, cutting off her air supply. He then shimmies out of his pants and Brittany can see the bulge in his boxers growing larger. He proceeds to rip off Brittany's favorite Giraffe print leggings she was still wearing from dance class and enters her roughly. He pumps harshly for a few minutes and then pulls out, ejaculating on the young girls face as she gasps for air tugging at the belt around her neck. Jermaine takes the belt and loops it back through his crusty jeans. Without a word he spits on the shaking, bleeding girl, and goes back upstairs. Locking the door from the outside. With all the energy she can muster, Brittany crawls across the basement to retrieve her unicorn. Once it's in her possession she presses her back into the corner of the cold dark basement, pulls her knees to her chest, and cries. At this same moment she decides to rename Mr. Unicorn. She mashes both of her parents' names together and decides to call him Kali.
Brittany is now laying on Santana's bed with the smaller girl holding her from behind. Santana can't believe how someone could hurt such a sweet person as Brittany. She wants to kill that fucking man with her bare hands.
"So the Casey lady tried to help you?"
"As best as she could, but she was basically in the same position as me. That is, until she couldn't help anymore."
Casey finally comes to and notices Brittany shivering in the corner with blood covering her face and running down her thighs. She feels sick that she brought this girl into Jermaine's fucked up little world. She wants to help her but doesn't know how. Because, after all, she's stuck here too. She crawls over to the girl slowly, making sure not to scare her. Casey notices the death grip she has on the stuffed animal and is glad she took a hit to let the little girl keep it. She eventually gets right up next to Brittany and wraps her arms around the beaten and bruised 12 year old.
"Shhh. I'm not gonna tell you it's going to be ok, because it's not, but I will do my best to protect you."
"Why did you drive the car then and bring me here!"
Brittany yells and pushes the brunette woman off of her. Casey feels horrible she truly does, but if she doesn't do as Jermaine says, he will kill her and that's a fact.
"Honey, I'm in the same situation as you." She lifts up her shirt to reveal deep purple and yellow bruises, some fresh, some new.
"If I didn't do what he told me to, he would have killed me. But now seeing that I aided in ruining another life, I wish he had just killed me. I'm so sorry Brittany. So so sorry…."
Casey holds the crying girl until she can't hear movement upstairs. She walks over to the slop sink on the other side of the basement and wets a rag. She makes her way back to Brittany's side and gently scrubs the blood off of her face. After the little girls face is clear from any remaining red stains, she rinses off the rag and comes back with it cleaned and hands it to Brittany. Blue eyes and Hazel have a silent conversation and Brittany knows what the new rag is for. She gently scrubs her own inner thighs, being careful of the bruising and going higher and higher until she reaches her most private area. She cleans herself with tears in her eyes while Casey rubs her back lovingly.
By morning, Brittany can tell it's around that time, by peaking through the tiny rectangular windows adoring the basement, Casey is nowhere to be found. She's hungry, cold, and in pain. She curses Casey for leaving her down there and even more so, wishes death upon that evil, evil man.
Hours pass and still the only company she has is Kali, the unicorn. Then the door to the basement creaks open and Casey walks down the steps with a duffel bag slung over her shoulder and a happy meal in her hand. Ironic right? A fuckin' happy meal.
"I got some clothes in here for ya kid, and I got food. Sorry I took so long I had to wait til Dick Head passed out again. I found an ipod and headphones upstairs so you can dance too. The clothes you were wearing I assumed you were a dancer?"
"I'm not a dancer anymore and nothing about that meal is fucking happy. Plus, why don't we just leave if he's passed out?"
Casey is shocked at the shift in Brittany's attitude going from scared to angry, but she doesn't blame her.
"We can't leave because he locks us in the house and hides the keys. The only time I see daylight is if he's with me. Like this morning when I let him sodomize me under the agreement that we would go out and get you clothes and food."
Casey throws the bag and the happy meal at Brittany's feet.
"What's sodomize mean? Does that have something to do with soda?"
Casey actually chuckles a bit, even though it's not a laughing matter, but this kids just too damn funny.
"No honey, it's what he did to you last night, but in the rear end instead."
Brittany is shocked by this and cringes in disgust. How can someone be so damn evil? She then remembers the happy meal and devours the chicken nuggets and fries while Casey sits down and keeps her company. She thinks Casey truly has a good heart.
"I got you this shirt with a unicorn on it cuz you seem to like them."
"Thanks Casey, thank you for putting yourself in harms way to try and help me."
She hugs the older woman but not long after the booming sounds of Jermaine barreling down the steps echoes throughout the basement. He forces Casey to go upstairs and she does so reluctantly while giving Brittany a sympathetic look. Jermaine then slaps Brittany in the face and that morning she really learned sodomy had nothing to do with soda.
Brittany now has tears flowing down her face as Santana holds her as if she might float away.
"It went on like that for three years. Him hurting me, and then Casey cleaning me up. The only time I was allowed upstairs was to shower because he said he didn't want to fuck someone who smelled like shit. But even when I showered he sat on the toilet and watched. After one particularly rough night, me and Casey made a plan to escape…"
Casey thought she put enough Vicodin in Jermaine's beer to knock him out. She thought they were quiet when they used the keys she found in his pocket to open the front door, and she thought as they made it to the beat up car, that they were home free. She thought wrong. As Casey's hand reached for the car door, and Brittany was circling the other side with her duffle full of clothes Casey had given her, Jermaine burst through the front door with a gun. He gripped Casey by the hair and pointed the gun at Brittany.
"You two think you're so fuckin slick don't you? You've made a huge mistake! Get in the house Brittany!"
She stalled for a second and within that brief period he pointed the gun at the ground and shot Casey in the foot. Being so far away from anyone else, no one heard the screams coming from the front yard. Brittany finally came to her senses and ran back into the house, with Jermaine dragging the other girl behind her.
He locked them all back into the house and dropped Casey on the ground. He then made his way over to a cowering, now 15 year old Brittany, and threw her down the basement steps.
"Wait you were 15 when this happened? Didn't he send you to school?"
"No I only have up to a 6th grade education and he couldn't send me to school because I was filed as a missing person. My face was literally on a milk carton."
"Shit babe."
Brittany sat in the basement, nursing her ribs that were now cracked from being thrown down the steps, and listened to the screaming and banging going on upstairs. She prayed for Casey to be ok, even though she didn't really believe in God anymore, she still knelt on the floor begging for her friend to be ok. Then that's when she heard it. More gunshots, followed by a loud thump that made the ceiling of the basement release dust into the air, and then deafening silence. Brittany instantly knew Casey was dead, and the blood and dirt covering Jermaine further proved her theory was right. He walked over to a cowering Brittany and slapped her across the face leaving a bloody handprint on her cheek. He then proceeded to rub the remains of Casey's blood all over the blonde's clothes.
"You see this? This blood is on your hands. If you weren't a stupid little bitch and convinced Casey to escape, she would be alive!"
When he was done screaming he resorted to hitting and with a certain hard blow, Brittany's world went black. When she came to she was bloody and naked laying on the cement floor of the basement with her arms and legs bound.
"You know it wasn't your fault Brit, right? Casey made that decision herself, and you could have never known that would happen."
"No, I don't know that it wasn't my fault."
Brittany released herself from Santana's arms and cut out 7 lines, one for each year Casey has been gone, and did them one after the other. Santana watched with sadness in her eyes. She wants to make it better, but knows there is no way she could. Brittany pulls out a cigarette from the pack with her teeth and offers Santana one. She lights the cigarette and inhales the bitter smoke, filling her lungs, and lays back down to continue her story.
Eventually Jermaine realized it was no fun raping Brittany with her hands and feet bound. He liked it when she squirmed and fought, that was half the fun. So he untied her hands and had his fun with her day and night. Brittany had lost all concept of time. The only clues she was given was whether light shone through the tiny windows of the basement or not depicting to her that it was daytime. The other indication of what time of the year it was at that point, was whether or not snow gathered on the outside of those same windows. Eventually Jermaine started coming down and giving her Oxycontin.
"This will make you like it more." He'd say to her. But all Brittany knew was that it numbed her soul from hurting and kept her from thinking about her dead parents and her sister who was god knows where. As time went by her body got used to the daily dose of opiates and started to crave it when she was deprived of her fix. Jermaine noticed the signs of withdrawal when he saw the girl shivering in the shower as he watched her clean herself.
"You know I got what you need Britty. You can't ever leave now."
She believed him. She didn't want to feel sick like that ever again. So she obeyed him when he would shove himself into her mouth, or when he wanted anal sex. Brittany noticed two winters had passed since Casey died, meaning she was 17 now. 17 and still stuck in this bastard's house. So, with all the free time she had locked in the basement, she started plotting her escape.
One night she got Jermaine so high that he forgot to lock the basement door when he went upstairs to shower for work. Whatever he did for work, she didn't know, but she did know she only had a good 20 minutes to get the fuck outta there. Quickly, she gathered the clothes into the duffel bag Casey had given her and then stuffed Kali the unicorn into the same bag. She did promise her Dad to never let him out of her sight, after all. But having no shoes would make this getaway difficult. Jermaine had taken any shoes in the house and locked them away into his room to deter her from running away again. But not this time, nothing would get in the way of her escape.
She barreled up the steps, wrapped a shirt around her fist, and punched the window out. As she crawled through the window shards of glass cut up her legs and arms, but she didn't care, she needed to get out, and fast. Brittany remembered all the scenery they drove by the night she was kidnapped, every single detail. She ran as fast as she could into the surrounding woods knowing it would be harder to find her there. Her feet were bleeding, but she ran and ran until her body gave up on her and she collapsed onto the forest floor. Luckily it was nearing the end of winter and spring was coming in warm and gentle. Brittany held on to her unicorn that night like it was her only lifeline. When she woke in the morning she immediately started walking again. After walking for a whole three days on and off only stopping to rest in the woods next to the highway, she finally saw her hometown for the first time in 5 years. But withdrawal started to bite at her, and she didn't have any money to buy pills. So she did the only thing she knew how to do, sex. She started turning tricks on Cherry Street and was living in random allies, or when it was cold, she would have a man pay her for a whole night so she could have a place to shower and rest her head. She searched for her sister everywhere but had no luck. Brittany called the cops and told them about Jermaine, but he had already left the house, nowhere to be found. She just wanted to die, really. Everything she ever knew was taken away from her. Then, one night, while in one of her customer's cars, the man drove them into the city while she gave him a blow job. Right as he finished in her mouth, he spit on her and pushed her out of the car in front of 30th street station. She crawled over to the sidewalk and stood up, eventually deciding to go into the station to sleep. That's when two Asian kids, a boy and a girl found her, and offered her a place to stay. The boy carried her the whole way. She stayed at the house for a year with her new friends Mike, Tina, Sam, and Quinn, turning tricks on the streets, until Quinn got her a job at Headliner's. They all refused to give her heroin, telling her she would never go back to pills once she got a taste of the good shit. But she didn't believe them, so when a fellow stripper offered her the heavenly powder, she snorted it with no reservations. The next morning she bought her first bundle from Ty, and the rest is history.
To say Santana was baffled by this story, would be watering down the emotions she felt. She wanted to hurt that bastard, more than hurt him. She wanted to maim the shit out of him. To tie him down and pull his nails out one by one. She holds a crying Brittany and wants nothing more than to rid her of all her pain.
"Thank you for telling me your story Sweets, I know it was hard, but I promise you I will do everything in my power to keep you safe."
Brittany turns around in San's arms and kisses her deep and slow like she's never kissed anyone before. Never has she had slow romantic, normal sex, with anyone. But as she looks into Santana's brown eyes, she wants nothing more than to try it with this amazing girl. Little does she know Santana's thinking the same thing. Neither of them has ever been able to enjoy sex without some element of violence incorporated into it. Neither one of them has wanted to chance being vulnerable enough to actually make love to someone else, and in turn be made love to. Brittany speaks first solidifying the need to try this new thing.
"Tana can I ask you a question?"
"Of course you can ask me anything."
"C-can we try to have normal, passionate, sex? I know you're like me and it's hard to do, but if I wanna try it with someone. I want that someone to be you."
Santana doesn't answer, she just grabs her girlfriends face and lovingly kisses her forehead, then her eye lids and nose, until she makes her way to her lips and fuses them with hers. Brittany grabs her ass and pulls her closer making sure she doesn't get too rough. The Latina then straddles the blonde and trails kisses from her lips to her neck nipping and sucking at the pale flesh. She then takes her own shirt off, leaving the brunette in only her black lace panties. Then she pulls at the hem of Brittany's shirt bringing it over the taller girls head and in the same motion unclasps her bra to reveal the most perfect breasts she's ever seen. Santana brings one of the nipples into her mouth while kneading the other breast with her left hand. Brittany's soft moans are all that's heard in the quiet room. She travels lower and lower placing wet open-mouthed kisses on every inch of Brittany's flesh. When she gets down to the blonde's panties she first kisses the wet spot that resides on Brittany's core before removing the sky blue thong she dons. Brittany can now feel the cool air hitting her where she knows she's never been this wet before. Santana starts slowly and teasingly kissing Britt's inner thigh, making the girl buck her hips, urging the Latina to go where she's needed most. Santana finally gives in and dives her tongue into her girlfriend's pussy. She's never tasted anything so good or heard a song better than the symphony of moans coming out of the taller girl.
Brittany decides it's time to show San some lovin' and flips them over so she's on top. She repeats the same motions as her counterpart. Slowly and lovingly kissing her from head to toe. She then gets an idea and tells the other girl to sit up. She brings one of Santana's legs over her own and places her other leg over Santana's free one. Finally crashing both of their cores together, they rock as one, letting out soft moans and whispering each other's names as they work together towards climax. Their moans get louder and louder as they feel themselves starting to lose all control. Santana kisses Brittany slowly before pulling back and whispering into her ear.
"Cum with me B."
That's all the blonde needed to hear to completely let go and feel her orgasm rip through her and at the same time Santana starts to spasm and call out Brittany's name.
They both hold each other like that for a good 20 minutes resting their chin on the other's shoulder while tears of happiness flow down from their cheeks to the opposites back. It's much like the first time for the pair of them. This is the first time they've had sex that either wasn't paid for or hit in the process. This is the first time sex felt like something else for the both of them. Something a lot like love. And they are both thinking the same thing as they whisper an emotion filled and loaded "Thank you" in each other's ear at the same exact time.