Hazaar! An update before Monday! My friend was running late so I thought I would throw this up. Quinn and Addy start to work out their differences in this chapter. But they have a looooooong was to go. Hope this satisfies until tomorrow.
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Enjoy your Sunday! Time for me to go running...literally!
Daisy x
The more I learn, the less I know.
Quinn sat stock still as Addison prepared to speak. Answers. I can fix things with answers. Her mind was on over drive in anticipation. Her heart pounded and her palms became sweaty. The blonde knew she had been harsh on her friend when she broke up with Britt. She knew she was quick to jump to Brittany's defence and push an obviously upset Santana away. But she was only just 18. She was young and emotions were high that day. Santana and herself had always had a turbulent relationship, Quinn hated that it wasn't easy. That they had to work to be friends. To not slap and growl at each other every day. She resented that out of all the latinas friendships, theirs was the hardest to maintain. She even got along with BERRY senior year! Jealousy spiked in the former cheerleaders stomach causing her to shift uncomfortably in her chair. Addison clearing her throat brought her back to the present.
Addison cleared her throat. I'm doing this for San. She won't be able to heal if this doesn't come out. Everything will be ok. It'll be ok...it has to be. Seeing Quinn turn towards her, Addy took a deep breath and clenched her hands into fists. Then she spoke. "I met San about 4 years ago. She was wasted." the green eyed girl chuckled darkly then carried on. "She was sat at the end of this crappy bar I used to work at. It was just passed noon and she stumbled in drunk and high" she shook her head at the memory. "I served her nothing but coke for an hour before she realised there was no Jack Daniel's in there!...but boy, when she found out" she closed her eyes briefly. "let's just say, we both ended up with a shiner!". Again Addison chuckled. "I got off work early that day and took her for a late lunch. Apparently, according to her, I owed her. What for I don't know...but hey, she deserved credit for landing a left hook to my face!. I'm sure she was expecting alcohol type repayment but I could see she was trying to drink away memories. That shit don't work...fuck, I've learnt that lesson a hundred times over...I'm still tryin ta learn it!". Quinn took advantage of the silence that overcame them and ran her eyes over the toned girls body and face. She noticed Addison's eyes held a darkness. She'd never really studied the girl, but looking at her she saw how she held herself, constantly tense, how she looked to be carrying a giant invisible weight and now, she noticed faint scars all over her body. Some looked like cuts, others looked as though they could be cigarette burns. Quinn's mind began to wander over different scenarios but again she was brought back by Addison's words. "Turns out San loved the diner. She ordered pancakes with extra bacon and a large vanilla milkshake. Still does to this day. That girl has never once changed her order!"
Quinn's breath caught in her throat as her eyes became moist. "She...that's...It's my favorite...I always used to order that combo in Lima...and when I used to sleep over at San's she'd make me the same...I.."Quinn stopped before her emotions broke free and nodded to Addison sleep to continue.
Addison took her cue and carried on. "we chatted for around two hours that day. I instantly knew she was special...Santana is one In a gazzilion. We exchanged numbers and went our separate ways." After a brief pause she continued. "I saw her every other day at the bar. She'd roll in wasted and we'd chat between me serving, once my shift was over she'd usually be sober...ish." A grave looked crossed the tattooed girls face as she looked towards the empty room opposite. "one day she didn't show. I knew she was trying out for some jobs around the city that week but she had insisted we could hit the diner together after my shift. I put it to the back of my mind. I thought maybe she'd forgotten or maybe she'd landed a job..I dunno. I was fuckin stupid" Addisons nails dug into her palms as she clenched her fists tighter. She shook her head and gritted her teeth, trying to stop the tears and the anger that had flared up instantly at the thought of that day.
Quinn watched in shocked wonder as the girl in front of her struggled with her emotions. It was obvious to Quinn that Addison was beating herself up internally. She had to do something. Gently she placed a hand on one of the other girls clenched fist. Addison's movements stopped. The blonde squeezed the taller girls fist and slowly pried it open, capturing it between both of hers. In a soft voice she spoke. "whatever happened that day...it's not your fault". Addison snatched her hand back and quickly stood up putting space between them both.
"How the fuck do you know that blondie!?" She spat.
Quinn remained seated and calm. Expecting such a reaction from the feisty girl in front of her. "I know because I can see...and feel the love you have for San. I know because the first time you ever met her, you looked out for her. I know because you said she was special. I know because of what you're doing right now. I know it's not your fault. I know you'd protect her to your last breath." Sincerity shone through Quinn's eyes and rang through her voice.
Quinn's words sank into Addison. She looked at the blonde to figure out her trick, but only saw truth. Her breaths slowed and her fists unclenched. She nodded to Quinn and sat down again. Mumbling a shy 'thanks' as she focused on the ground. Taking a calming breath she carried on from where she left off. "My shift finished and a hung around for an hour waiting to see if she'd show. I'd tried calling and textin her but she wasn't answering." she ran a shakey hand through her hair. "I decided to hit up her apartment and go from there. Half way there my phone rang..it was her"
Santana's face flashed across Addison's phone. The mousey blonde smiled at the picture of the latina flipping the bird at her. "San..what the fuck!I'm on my way to yours now. I was worried about your hot ass for a minute..dunno why.." She was cut off by a sob. Instantly she stopped walking. Frozen in place. "S..."there was no answer. Only the sound of sniffling. "San. Please. You're scaring me!" Addison's voice trembled as her mind went to the worst places possible. There was still no reply from Santana. "SAN! Please. Where are you?"She could hear her friend trying to calm her breaths. After an agonizing wait of what seemed like forever Santana replied.
"The old jazz cl...club n, n, near frankies bar...I..I'm hu..hur..hurt Addy"
The taller girl felt a fire course through her. She turned abruptly and ran towards the location her friend had given her. "I'm on my way honey. I'm on my way. It's gonna be alright."
Quinn's eye's were wide with fear. She had a feeling where this story was going. No no no no no no no no no no. Please God no. Not San. No no no no. Please no. Tears trickled down her face as Addison continued.
" She'd answered an ad for a lounge singer...the fuckers..they, they wanted her to strip. She wouldn't. She tried to leave but they held her back...she struggled and it escalated pretty fast...they...they r"
"DON'T!" shouted Quinn, her voice echoed down the hallway. "D..don't say it. I know what you were gonna say and please...don't...just don't." she folded over holding her stomach, holding the pain. "wh..what happened?" she asked, scared of the answer.
Addison placed a comforting hand on Quinn's back. She knew exactly what the girl was feeling. "she refused to go to the hospital...or the cops. You know how stubborn she is." Both girls smirked a little through their tears. "I took her to my place. Got her cleaned up, patched her wounds and held her till she fell asleep...the next two weeks she barely moved. Nightmares woke her everytime she tried to sleep and flashbacks haunted her when she was awake. It killed me to see her like that. I..I couldn't just let the fuckers get away with it..." Addison sighed not knowing what the blonde would think of her next part of the story. "I had money saved. I was gonna get out of the city. Maybe travel, maybe end up slingin drinks in a fancy cocktail bar in LA...S..she changed that. As soon as she stumbled into my life she changed that. One day I said I was leaving for an extra shift...I wasn't. I used the moneyI had saved to have a guy track the fuckers down. I spent the next 7 hours beating the 3 worthless scum to near death with nothin but a lead pipe and my fists!"She paused for a moment trying to calm herself, but she couldn't. Releasing an all mighty roar, she threw a punch at the wall behind them. Her already broken and plastered hand crunching through the plasterboard.
Quinn squeeked in surprise, almost falling off her chair in the process. But she quickly regained composure and reached out to a now sobbing Addison. Wrapping her in a tight embrace. The younger girl clung to her. A sobbing mess. Quinn could make out certain words. A sorry here and an I fucked up there as she watched two heavy set security guards flank a nurse as they walked towards them. "It's ok. You didn't 'll be fine...I promise.."