Quinn's POV
What am I doing?!
Santana is out with her girlfriend having an amazing time, and I'm sitting here on a couch drunk out of my mind treating my boyfriend like shit, all because of her. She's probably out at some bar using her fake I.D.
I haven't even used mine since that night.
Rosario Cruz
You're the reason I'm sitting here slumped over on a couch right now, ignoring my boyfriend, and completely wasted. I need to confront her. I need to just tell her how I feel, and how confused I am right now. She needs to know what she's done to me.
My body feels numb.
I think I'm going to be sick.
"I need, I need to use the phone. Do you have a phone?" I mumbled into the arm of the couch, not even making sense out of why that's the very first thing I said to him after ditching him on the dance floor.
"Um, yeah. I do. Follow me."
I got up and managed to somehow withhold an upright position without falling over, and followed him into another room. He said some things under his breath as we entered, and he left the door open behind us.
It was a study with a loveseat, and there was a cordless phone on the desk. I took the phone and then sat down. Robert warily sat down next to me before he reached for my left arm. He began placing gentle open mouthed kisses starting with my hand and gradually worked his way up my forearm before going back down.
I completely ignored his advances and looked up her number on my contact list before putting my phone back away. I then dialed it onto the cordless phone. I had to redial several times because I kept dialing the wrong number. Why is it so important that I do this right now again? Maybe I should just hang up.
I really hope I called the right number this time.
"Who you callin' doll?" He spoke softly as he continued to steadily kiss my arm.
"Just a friend," I sharply and speedily answered him. Hoping he couldn't somehow see everything I was so desperately trying to hide from him in that lost moment.
Three rings…
Please answer!
Maybe she's busy fucking her girlfriend. The thought of that just makes me sick! Here I am calling her, and I can barely even stand up. I don't even know what I'm doing anymore…
Maybe I should hang up, this is so stupid. She so doesn't deserve to hear my voice right now. She's been avoiding me all this time, and doesn't have the decency to just to tell me that she doesn't want to see me. There's no way I'm going to New York on Friday. This was a stupid idea. I need to just hang up, and… Robert needs to stop whatever the hell he's doing right now, and take me home.
"Hello?"
Shit!
It's her. It's actually her. What do I say?! I wish I hadn't done this. Oh, Quinn, this is just hilarious. I need to answer her now.
Wait.
Hello?! Is that all she has to say to me after two months of not speaking? Is she serious?! She's out drinking with her girlfriend and she just says. Hello. I can't believe I ever got myself into this mess of a night.
"Hello yourself, Rosario." I answered her in a playful and partially aggressive tone. I can't believe her.
What was that? Did she just drop the phone?!
Hahaha!
Oh this is priceless. She's shocked that I actually called her. She's tried to avoid me and now she's a nervous wreck that I confronted her. She can't escape me now. I'm going to give it to her straight. If the room will stop moving for just two seconds, maybe, just maybe I can think of something witty to say.
"Cat got your tongue babe?" Yes! That was perfect.
Muah!
I began kissing the phone. I have no idea why I just did that. But if it's fucking with her head, then it's just hilarious. She's not even speaking. Maybe the cat really has got her tongue.
Silly pussy.
"…Meow?" Yes! Hahaha! This is great. She does like her pussy…
This was the best idea ever!
I am so messing with her head right now!
Robert saw the state I was entering and began reaching his hand up my dress. I'm not sure what he's doing. It feels a little funny…
Hey, that tickles!
Oh!
No he can't do this. I'm on the phone!
"Stop that, Robert!"
Oh…. That feels good. Santana…. Is that you touching me?
Mmmmm….
No! It's still him. Damn-it! He needs to stop it. I don't want her to know what's going on, she'll hate me.
"No! I'm talking to my friend…"
He reached his calloused and rugged hand further up my dress and I could feel him kissing my outer thigh.
What the hell is he doing?!
"Don't!"
God that feels good…
No! I'm drunk. I'm not letting him take advantage of me.
What is wrong with him!
He needs to stop it! Right now!
"Robert!" I used my free hand and gave him the biggest slap across the face I could muscle.
"Ouch!" He pulled away and got up to stand in front of me before glaring at me. Well… he deserved it. He wasn't backing off. No means no…
"Fine, be that way…" He looks furious. He's leaving the room though. Good. Now I can continue my business call. I can talk to my lesbian, lover, friend… whatever she is. I can talk to her now.
"What do you want?!" Oh no… she doesn't sound happy. What did I do? I just want to hear her beautiful voice. I love that raspy Latina tone!
"I want to hear your voice, of course!" I really do, and I told her the truth. I want to hear her voice again.
Please speak Sat-Sat… How do I say her name?! Did I seriously just forget that? I could kill you Quinn! You're messing this up!
"And what in the hell makes you think I would want to hear yours?!" Oh no. She sounds really angry now. I haven't heard her like this in a long time. It's kind of funny actually, and really hot.
"Uh-oh! Satan mad…" that's not her name. Ugh! It sounded funny though. Wait. She's talking to me… so she's not fucking her girlfriend?!
Maybe she finished that already. Wow. That was quick! She's hot; I really thought she'd be better than that.
"Your new girlfriend is smoking' hot! …Is she any good Sannie?" Let's see what she has to say for herself! Her girlfriend can't be better than me. I saw her "O" face. There's just no way.
"What are you talking about Quinn? I don't have a girlfriend…" Wow, she sounds serious. She's acting like she doesn't know what I'm talking about. Oh, I know.
She can't be serious though. I saw the post and the pictures! Why is she lying to me? She doesn't have to hide this from me anymore; I just want to know the truth!
"Mhmmm…, you don't have to hide it from me Santa…" Ugh. That's not her name either!
Santana…
Her name is Santana
That is such a beautiful name.
I wonder where it's from.
It sounds even better when I'm screaming it.
Wait a minute. She's not answering me. Oh my god?! Is her girlfriend better than me?
"Is she better than… me?" I need to know. I don't know why… Ugh. Maybe this is too personal. What the hell is wrong with me? Why am I doing this? This has to be the alcohol talking.
"Quinn, please don't do this to me. I don't know what in the hell is going on… but I really don't want to play these fucking mind games with you right now!"
Oh my god. She's right. I'm so beyond gone right now. I can't believe I'm saying these things. What is wrong with me?! I'm upsetting her. I'm so sorry… I'm sorry Santana. Please don't be angry with me. I just need to tell you what's really going on. That I… I have feelings for you. I don't know what it means, but I've been thinking about you and, and I can't even touch my boyfriend anymore. I need to tell her that. She needs to know the truth.
I miss you so much!
Oh my god… Maybe she doesn't have a girlfriend. Maybe that's just a friend or something. What have I done?
What am I even saying?
I need to pull myself together. I can do this for her; I can do this for us. I'm going to start crying… This hurts so damn much. I shouldn't have called her like this. I shouldn't have come to this party tonight. I shouldn't have gotten drunk. My head feels like its going to explode right now.
What is wrong with me? I've ruined everything! If she wasn't my friend before, she certainly won't be now. Now I've started crying, this is great. Good job Quinn.
"I'm so sorry I called you like this! Please forgive me…" I hope she can understand me, because I can't understand myself anymore.
I'm going to be sick.
My chest aches and I feel like I'm going to throw up…
"No, I'm sorry Quinn. I just can't do this right now… Call me when you're sober or something…"
She sounds really upset now and like she wants this conversation to be over.
Shit! No!
She doesn't understand! I need to make her understand; I need to tell her how I feel! Why can't I just talk to her? My head hurts so bad… I need to concentrate and form some words. I can do this.
"Santana! Please! Wait! I really need to tell you how I feel about you and why I called you like this!"
No!
"Santana?"
"Please answer me!"
I can speak now. I got the words out, I think…
"Santana?!"
She hung up.
She's gone.
I'm gonna be sick now…
I lunged off the couch and threw-up into the brown trash can next to the desk. Robert is going to kill me!
Robert.
What have I done! Where is he? I need to find him and apologize. I hope he can forgive me for this, maybe he'll understand…
I managed to stand up and stumbled out of the room holding onto walls and furniture to aid my balance as I looked around. The room was rotating rapidly, so I leaned my back up against the doorway and turned my head. I couldn't move. Too much moving… Then I saw him on the other side of the doorway.
"Quinn? What the hell?! Are you okay?"
"I feel sick… I can't move. I need to go home. Please, take me home."
"You got it doll. I'll take you home alright," He smirked after he quipped his remark.
He left the doorway and then I saw him reappear a moment later. I was trying to look around me but I could barely make out any of the figures in the room. I hope I don't have alcohol poisoning.
I felt him pick me up as I lifted off the ground. The motion of him carrying me caused me to feel violently ill. He brought me out to his car and sat me down gingerly before he started driving us. Hasn't he been drinking too? Is this really such a good idea right now? I can't make out his expression. I hope he isn't too upset with me.
I'm pretty sure I just got sick in his car... I've made such a fool of myself tonight, and lost all control. I never do this. This isn't me. I'm have so many regrets right now. Can I just rewind the clock back a few hours, please?
Once I sober up, I'm never drinking again.
Ever.
The car stopped outside the dorms and I felt him lift me up again. I noticed our apartment as we approached the building. I tilted my head back in his arms and looked up at the night sky, and at the moon.
I wonder if Santana is looking at the moon right now.
The door was unlocked and I saw him kick it open. I felt him walk me over to my bed and he lay me down onto my wonderfully comfortable bedding. He was leaning over me on the bed now.
Where's my roommate? I don't see her in here. I could have sworn she said she was staying home tonight…
What is that?
What is he doing? Is he… is he undressing me?
"What are you doing Robert? I need to go to sleep."
"You're funny doll, believe me, you're not going to sleep anytime soon." I could hear him laughing at me.
"Wh-What are you talking about?"
My head wasn't registering what he was doing. I felt him take off my sweater and then one of his arms reached around my back and he began unzipping my dress.
Oh, Shit!
Then it registered.
Oh my God.
"Stop it! What the fuck are you doing Robert?!" I rolled out from under him and hit the floor off the side of the bed. Then I pulled myself up off the ground and ran for the door with my dress still partially unzipped in the back, practically hanging off my shoulders.
He ran after me. I could see the devilish gleam in his eyes. He shoved me into the dresser before grabbing my arms, pushing them upwards, and forcefully pinning me flush against the wall next to the door.
That hurt a little. I have a feeling I'm going to feel that in the morning.
I thought I was too numb to feel anything?
I guess I was wrong.
"You're such a fucking cock tease, you know that?" He slapped me across the left side of my face and started putting his hands all over me, intentionally being rough with me. Then he started kissing me.
Oh my god! What is happening?! Get the hell off of me!
I reached one of my now free hands up and dug my nails deep into his face, while trying to push him away with the other. He needs to get off of me right now!
"Get off of me!" I screamed at him. He stepped back for a moment and unmercifully laughed at me as he used one of hands to check the deep claw-like marks I had etched into his left cheek. They seemed to only make him angrier with me.
"This is going to happen tonight. You can't stop it. You have two options here, either you can stop fighting it, and enjoy it, or I can enjoy you fighting it. So, what is it going to be doll?!" His voice became menacing and he looked infuriated. He pushed me back up against the wall again as blood dripped from his face, down his neck, and onto his white t-shirt. He slammed his left hand into the wall directly next to my left ear as he made a fist.
Okay, that was really loud.
I hadn't stopped him. This was still happening. I looked at him nervously, hoping he might stop. But, he showed me no mercy.
I can't believe this is happening.
I need to fight him off and scream. I never imagined this could happen to me, but I can try and defend myself. I have to. I can't let him touch me. He repulses me.
I lifted my right leg up and kneed him between the legs before side-stepping away from him and out from under his arm that was still flush against the wall by my face. As he dropped to the ground, he turned around and pulled me down with him before hitting me in the face, again.
Okay.
That one really hurt. I think he hit my left eye that time.
I kicked him in the face with my heel as he lay on the ground next to my legs.
He seemed to be in a lot of pain now, as he wasn't moving much. He wasn't coming at me anymore. I could hear him grunting angrily. I took this opportunity and used a couple of self-defense moves I had learned a few years ago. I'm not sure how much force I actually applied because I was still very much impaired, I felt sick, and I was in a lot of pain. But, I fought him off as best as I could.
"Leave me the fuck alone! …Help!" I screamed again. I needed this to end now. I didn't have the strength to fight him off much longer. It was becoming too much for me.
I reached for my roommates bedding to pull myself up from behind me and collapsed to the floor. I was completely drained. I just looked at him whimpering in front of me. I was afraid, but I wasn't going to let this happen, I couldn't. If I had to die fighting him off, I was going to.
All of a sudden the bathroom door to the right of the room flew open, and then I saw my roommate. She had come running out in her bathrobe with wet hair that was dripping onto the floor as she moved. She must have been in the shower; that's why she didn't hear the struggle... I breathed a sigh of relief and started crying. This was finally over.
"What the fuck is going on out here?! Oh my god, Quinn! are you okay!?" She reached her hands up to cover her mouth for a moment and I saw pure shock sweep across her face. She dropped her hand and turned to him.
"You fucking piece of shit scumbag! What the fuck do you think you're doing?! Get the hell out of my apartment right now before I fucking kill you! I'm going to call the cops if you don't get your ass out of here in three fucking seconds! So help me god, I will end your life right now!" She stood over him with a face befitting of bitter hatred and pure rage. He was quivering in pain on the floor in front of me. He slowly pulled himself up off the floor and staggered towards the door.
Who was this odious man?
This isn't the Robert I knew.
I must have done more damage to him then I thought. Ironically, I have Santana to thank for that. She was the one who showed me how to defend myself back in High School. Although, I never thought I'd ever actually have to use any of it.
He stood in the doorway palming where I had cut and then kicked him in the face. There was blood dripping down his hand. He took one last look at me; shot me a death glare, and then he disappeared into the night.
My roommate immediately moved to the door behind him and locked the doorknob, the deadbolt, and then the chain before turning back to me.
"Quinn… Are you okay?! Please say something, anything, let me know you're alright."
"I'm not sure. I-I drank a lot tonight. I can't really tell. My side hurts …and my face too."
"Yeah. He got you pretty good. I'm going to go get you some water, medicine, and medical supplies. Be right back."
She left the room and came back with everything she needed in a brown wicker basket and held a pitcher of water in the other hand. The shock of what happened had previously sobered me up quite a bit. Kind of like the fight or flight response I had learned about in my Psychology class. I was still out of it though.
She helped me get my dress off and wrapped me in my silk robe, because I was in too much pain to do it myself. She told me I had a very large bruise on my right side where the ribs met my back. I also had a bloody lip and a black eye, along with a few other bruises here and there. I suppose it could have been much worse…
She got up and left the room again to get me some ice, and then she cleaned my wounds as we sat on her bed. She iced my eye for several minutes to keep it from swelling.
As the alcohol wore off, the pain had set in. The more the pain set in, the more the realities of the evening came flooding in. I remember the excessive drinking. I remember the dancing. I remember the phone call. I can't remember exactly what I said, but I do remember saying something really careless and Santana being upset with me. I know she hung up on me; as I cried and had a panic attack. Then I remember asking Robert to take me home… and ending up here, where he tried to force himself on me.
This night has been pure hell. My roommate is just sitting here with me now, and massaging my back; telling me I'm going to be okay and that it could have been so much worse.
She's right. I'm alive. I've heard some really messed up stories, and my dad used to hit my mom growing up, so I'm no stranger to abuse.
Ugh. I need to talk to Rachel and hear the soothing sound of her voice. It's after 12:30 already, hopefully she's still awake.
I feel so alone right now.
Forget what just happened. I just hope that I haven't lost Santana on top of everything else. I need to tell Rachel what happened, I have to talk to someone.
Thank god my phone is still in my sweater pocket.
I dialed her number, but she didn't answer. So I left a voice-mail and told her it was urgent. I tried her again a minute later, and she still didn't answer. I left another voice-mail and told her it was an emergency this time. I was about to call her again when my phone rang, It was her. I answered on the first ring without a moment of hesitation.
"Oh, Rachel… thank god you're there! I need to talk to you," I felt a wave of relief sweep across my entire body because I was getting to speak to my best friend after one of the worst nights of my entire life. I started crying, not so much because of what had happened, but because I was so thankful to be able to hear her voice. I was relieved that I hadn't lost contact with the people closest to me after everything that I had been through. For a few moments tonight, I had felt disconnected from the rest of the world, as if nothing would ever be the same again.
"Hey Quinn, I sincerely apologize for not answering right away. Santana had," She paused for a moment before speaking again. "Wait, are you crying? Are you alright? What's wrong?"
I let out a laugh combined with a sigh of relief. This night has been so ridiculous laughing felt appropriate. My roommate hugged me gently from behind while I struggled to start talking again. I wasn't going to lie to her. I've caused enough trouble avoiding confrontation. I needed to just tell her what happened and be completely honest with her. She's my best friend; she deserves to know the truth.
No more secrets, no more holding back.
"No Rach. No, I'm not," I let out an extremely profound and extended exhale before speaking again. "I went to Robert's party tonight. I got completely wasted. Then I called Santana drunk… mind you I'm still recovering from the drinking. After I got off the phone with Santana, I asked my boyfriend to take me home, and he did… and then… he basically tried to rape me in my dorm room," A new wave of tears fell out as I finished telling her what had happened. My chest became heavy and I strained to suppress the emotions that were overwhelming me. My roommate ran her fingers through my hair and circled her other hand gently on my lower back in attempt to soothe me. There was a long silence before I heard Rachel's voice again.
"…Did he…?" She asked overly cautious. As if she was terrified to know the answer. I couldn't wait to respond; I wouldn't allow her fear to grow any longer.
"No. He didn't. I'm okay. Well…, he beat me up pretty badly. I'm pretty messed up," I actually managed to laugh at myself amidst the crying before I continued, "I managed to fight him off somehow, and then my roommate intervened," I let out another long drawn-out sigh. "I have a few bruises and cuts, but I'll be alright." There was another long period of silence before she spoke again.
"Oh my god! I'm so sorry Quinn! I- I don't know what to say. I'm just so sorry you had to go through that. I'm so glad you'll be alright. But… How are you emotionally? …And did you go to the hospital-"
"-No, I'm not okay emotionally," I laughed again, "I'm pretty messed up right now. Like I said, I wasn't referring to myself physically. Let's just say that it's been a really long night."
"Yeah, I know exactly what you mean. Are you positive you're okay?" She answered me sounding hesitant. I needed to ask her about Santana. I needed to know if Santana was alright after that phone call. Was she angry? How did she react? Rachel needed to tell me, and she needed to be completely honest with me. I leaned my right elbow on my knee and reached my hand up above my right brow to support my head before I spoke up.
"Yes. Rach, please don't lie to me. I've been through enough tonight, and you need to be honest with me about this. I need to know what's going on with Santana. I know you were with her tonight… Is she okay?"
I waited for her to respond and could hear her walking somewhere before I heard a door shut in the background.
"Alright. She hit her head, and then blacked out on us. She's seems to be doing better now, Jess is with her on her bed and we're taking care of her-"
"-Oh my god! What happened?! I'm so sorry! I'm so unbelievably sorry! I didn't-"
"Quinn. Calm down, please. She's going to be fine, just like you are, I promise you. We are taking very good care of her-"
"-I know, I know. I'm just," I sighed into the phone again. "I'm glad her girlfriend is with her right now. She needs someone to take care of her-"
"-Wait, what? Okay, Jess isn't her girlfriend Quinn. She's a doctor, well, she's actually San's new friend. They met the other night at some bar or something and they're like totally best friends now. It's weird, I know. But, I know for a fact that Santana and her are not dating. Jess is in med school and she's just taking care of her until I get off the phone with you. I'm going to sleep with Santana tonight to keep an eye on her, and Jess is going home."
Oh.
There's that complete and utter moment of clarity that makes you realize you really fucked things up. I can't believe I freaked out about all this in the way that I did without even clarifying anything first. I just automatically assumed the worst after everything I saw.
I also inadvertently proved to myself that I have some feelings for Santana in the process.
It is so not normal to react in the way that I did tonight.
And that phone call, ugh.
I wish I could take that back.
Oh my god. Does Rachel know about that? Is what happened to Santana my fault?!
"I didn't know. I just assumed… I'm so stupid, I can't believe I-"
"Please, don't say things like that. You've been through so much tonight. Don't you dare do that to yourself! None of this is your fault. Please don't blame yourself. Life just… happens. I'm so sorry. I wish I could take care of both of you right now. I wish I could be in two places at once. You know you're my best friend and I'd do anything for you. I wish I was there-" She started crying as she pleaded with me. Oh god, this poor girl. She's had to handle so much tonight. She didn't feel any of the physical pain, but she's emotionally carrying everyone else's burdens.
"I'm sorry. You're right. I won't, I won't blame myself. I'm so sorry about Santana. I hope she's alright-"
I paused and locked away my doubts before asking her what was on the forefront of my mind.
"-Did… did she happen to say anything about me tonight? Did she say anything about the phone call?"
"Quinn. I know that you were the one who called her. I knew before you just revealed it to me-"
"-What?! How do you know? What did she tell you?" This can't be good.
"I know," she took a moment for herself before continuing. "Look, technically, she didn't tell me anything-"
"-What? Then how-" I didn't understand how she knew about the phone call if Santana hadn't mentioned it. It just didn't make any sense.
"Will you please allow me to finish!" She sounded upset. She wasn't angry with me. This was sad Rachel…
"Sorry…"
"Please, don't apologize for anything. Anyways, I know this because, when she was unconscious… or whatever she was for that half a minute after she hit her head… She said your name, she called it out like she was dying or something… or she thought you were there in the room. I don't know… I'm not going to ask her any questions about any of this. But there's your answer. Oh, and we also checked her phone. So seeing your name on the Caller I.D. sort of gave you away too."
What does this mean? Could it mean anything? Should I start getting all crazy and over-analyzing everything all over again? Too much has happened tonight. I can't do that to myself. I'm just going to call her tomorrow at some point, as a friend, and apologize for tonight; preferably using as little details as humanly possible.
"Quinn, are you still there?"
"I'm here, sorry. I was just thinking. Rough night…"
That's the understatement of the year.
"You can say that again. So, since you demanded that I tell you about what happened to her. Would you like for me to tell her about what happened to you when I go back in the room?"
"No, please, don't tell her. Well, I can't and won't hide it from her, I'm past that. You can tell her tomorrow, okay? I just don't want to cause her any more problems tonight than I already have. I've really made a mess of things."
"Alright, that's fair. I'm not even going to ask what any of that means by the way. Are you still coming to New York on Friday? Considering everything that has transpired tonight, are you going to even be up to that?"
That's a legitimate question. Tonight has been really rough. I'm probably going to need some kind of PTSD therapy or something after this... I did kind of unleash all hell tonight for Santana and me. Although, I promised Rachel I wouldn't blame myself for any of this. Maybe she's right. This is no one's fault. People make mistakes, and life happens. Santana doesn't have a girlfriend. She was being honest with me about that. Rachel also said she called out my name tonight. Was it because of the phone call? Why did she say my name like it was the last name she was ever going to say?
What does this all mean?
I need to find out.
"Quinn? Are you-"
"Yes, I'm coming."
"Oh. Are you sure, because if you feel it to be too burdensome, I underst-"
"-I'm positive."
"Alright, well. I really need to get back in the room and tend to Santana. You know I love you so much Quinn. I'm so sorry you had to go through that tonight. I hope your-he dies from some horrible disfiguring disease, his actions were deplorable. I can't wait to see you and I'm warning you in advance, that when I see you step off that train, I'm going to give you the biggest hug that anyone has ever given anyone, okay?"
"You're adorable Rach. Thank you. And I'll make a note of that. Just watch out for my 'battle wounds' when you jump me on Friday, will you? And take care of Sannie for me."
"I can try and do that, I suppose. You take care of yourself too, okay? I'll call you tomorrow if that's alright. I really need to get going; I wish I didn't have to-"
"That's perfectly fine. Can you do me a favor when you go back in to take care of San though?"
"What do you want me to do? I refuse to-"
"-Can you please give her a hug for me? Just… just don't tell her it's from me."
"I suppose I can furnish that request."
"Thanks." I let out another sigh. "Night Rach, I'm so sorry about everything that happened tonight. I'm sorry you have to worry about all this. You're a really good friend, you know that? I'm sorry if I sometimes don't give you enough credit for that. Please don't worry too much about me tonight. I'll be okay. I have my roommate, so I won't be alone." I heard her sniffle into the phone after I finished.
"Thanks Quinn. I'll try my best, and I'm glad you're not alone. I'm so thankful you and Santana are alright. I honestly don't know what I'd do if I lost either one of you. Goodnight Quinn. I love you."
"Love you too Rach."
I hung up and let out a struggled exhale as I lay down onto my back. I was just about to internalize everything before my roommate interrupted my train of thought.
"Quinn, come in the bathroom, I have a surprise for you sweetie."
I got up off her bed and walked towards the bathroom. Sometime during the phone call my roommate had left me and wandered off.
Awwww.
"I figured seeing as how sore you are that you might want to take a bath, so I put in some of my bath salts and drew you a soothing hot bath. It always relaxes me after I've had a really bad day, or when my back starts hurting me. I even took the liberty of lighting a few candles around the room for you. Some aroma therapy if you will…"
This was so sweet and thoughtful! It also sounds really, really nice.
This was just what I needed. I was on the verge of a nervous breakdown and I may have gone off the deep end if it wasn't for my best friend Rachel and my roommate Melanie. How did I ever get so lucky? I don't deserve any of this.
Melanie left the room and I got together some of my things before re-entering the bathroom and shutting the door behind me. I got a hair tie from the vanity and loosely put my hair up, allowing several strands to carelessly fall around my face. I slipped off the robe, shut off the light, and cautiously got into the tub. This feels amazing...
At first it was a little painful, but after a few minutes it soothed my bruises and dulled the pain. It relaxed the tension in my muscles. I felt as though it was washing away the evils of the day. All I needed was some music.
I was about to put on the Feist/Sucré playlist on my phone, but first I decided to listen to a little something else.
I opened up my Facebook, went to her page, and pressed play.
No my darling.
I need you now.
A/N: Hopefully the "In the still of the night" chapter clarified a lot of things, or at least allowed you to see them in a different light. Thank so so much for reading, reviewing, favorites, and follows. I really appreciate you guys. :D
Also, let me know if you would like to see more from Quinn's POV, some will be necessary regardless. But I can try to go out of my way to write more from her POV if you really enjoyed it.