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Santana bit her lip from keeping the sound of her cries from leaving her mouth as she crept her way up the stairs to her bedroom. The pain coming from her center was like nothing she had ever felt before and each step was like a knife stabbing into her. She knew though if she woke her father up he would probably add his own punishment to her already battered body, and she just didn't think she could take anymore pain tonight.

In her room with the door shut firmly behind her she used trembling hands to lift her shirt over her head. Santana could smell his cologne on her shirt. She hissed as her ribs screamed against the movement and a wave of nausea swept over her. Saliva filled her mouth and she knew that she would be sick soon. Ignoring the feeling she dropped her skirt and panties. Standing naked and vulnerable she stood in front of her stand up mirror unable to meet her own stare. Bruises littered her back, and a fairly dark one covered most of her stomach. She felt used, and dirty.

Turning away from her broken image she stepped into her bathroom. The showers water was steaming as she stepped under its stream. She closed her eyes at the sensation but an image of Finn slamming into her flashed into her mind and she reached out a shaky hand to steady herself. The bathroom tile was cool against her palm. She remembered the coldness in his voice, the crushing weight of his body against hers and the way it had felt every time he thrusted and forced himself a little deeper inside of her each time. Her legs couldn't support her anymore and she fell to the ground. She pulled her knees up to her chest and just let the water pour over her. She stayed that way long after the hot water had run out.

TBC