Title: Swimming Pools
Warning: G!P, child molestation
Song by: Kendrick Lamar, Swimming Pools
Authors note: This chapter is, extremely graphic, but if you don't like the storyline don't read. If your going to leave a review please be someone reviewed and said they were a victim of the 'cool uncle' and it broke my heart. I wish things like that wouldn't happen in the world. So thank you to the Guest who reviewed, you helped me finish this, I hope your doing well, your strong. And to all the victims of sexual abuse it's not your fault.
Dive In
Your dad looks at you, as does your mother. Your legs start shaking, your eyes burn, your mouth is dry and the words don't come out. So instead you say...
"I'm in love with Brittany." they smile at you "I love you guys too."
Your mom pushes some loose hairs from the side of your face and kisses your cheek. "We know you love us. We also know you love Brittany, and Carlos and uncle Ray." she sits your plate in front of you, and you swallow your emotions.
After you eat you go shower and cry, your not sure why you didn't say anything but you didn't. That fear that's always in your room is now everywhere with you. It once hid in your closet, under your bed and beside you at night. Now it's staring you in the face; daring you to tell.
Pour up, drank, head shot, drank
Sit down, drank, stand up, drank
Pass out, drank, wake up, drank
Faded, drank, faded, drank
"So, I've been thinking about you all day. About last night and how special it was." she says with her head on your chest "Have you thought about it?" she ask in the sweetest little innocent voice.
You smile at her "It's been on my mind all day. It was the greatest night of my life." it was honestly the greatest night of your life. You smile at one another.
You play with the hem of her shirt and your finger tips lightly graze her lower back, she takes a few deep breaths. You know she's getting turned on, sex isn't your intention though. How could she love you and you haven't been truthful with her. Before you know it she's sleeping in your arms, and your holding her tight.
"Santana, didn't I tell you not to tell?" he scolds you. "Now I have to punish you." he unbuckled his pants and you start to cry.
"I didn't tell - I - I swear." you try to explain but he won't listen.
You feel like your seven again, that was the time he held his hand over your mouth, so your parents couldn't hear you scream. You tried to wiggle from under him but you couldn't you were just a child, only 65 pounds soaking wet. Your whole family was downstairs, and absolutely no one knew what was going on.
"I love you, Princess." you whip the tears off your cheek. "I'm sorry." he tries to kiss you but, you turn your head away from him. "Awe, Santana, don't be like that. You know uncle Ray loves you." he sighs when you won't look at him. "Look." he hands you a plastic bag full of candy.
"Santana! Santana - please wake up." you open your eyes and your dad is staring in your face. "Santana, are you okay? What's wrong?"
You jump out of your bed and run into the bathroom. It's been a while since you've wet the bed, but this time it felt real. You could smell cigarette smoke and hard candy. There's a knock at the door and you jump, the knock comes again, it's Brittany.
"Santana? Please let me in?" she pleads with you "Tell me what's wrong?" she jiggling the door handle.
"Go away!" you scream "Please just go away." you sob, your broken you really are. You sit on the cold tile, with your knees to your chest, and your head in your lap.
Some people like the way it feels
Some people wanna kill their sorrows
Some people wanna fit in with the popular
That was my was my problem
I was in a dark room
It's Sunday morning and you haven't talked to Brittany since the other afternoon. You come across a few dollars in your dresser, ninety-seven dollars that's enough for Puckerman to get you a few cheap bottles of whatever you like.
"Santana, open the door." your heart begins to race "I know your in here San." he says.
Your feet are glued to the floor. You take a deep breath and you walk slowly to the door, you reach your hand out and touch the cold knob, you slowly turn it open. There he is standing in the thresh, hands pressed against the fame, head hung slightly, eyes tilted to you.
"What took you so long? I knocked twice." Before you could answer he cuts you off "It doesn't matter just don't let it happen again." he kisses your forehead and you immediately feel dirty.
"I think..." you pause "I think - we, me and you - you and I -"
"Santana!" he rushes you.
You swallow nervously, and take a step back. "I think we should - stop having 'special time'." your entire body gets stiff.
You study the smirk on his face. You watch as he scratches the top of his head, then he rubs his neck. He's still smirking at you, he leans forward on your bed and plants his feet firmly on the ground. You take two steps back, you stop when your lower back bumps the knob.
He takes two quick lunges and pushes you against the door. He grabs your face and squeezes your cheeks. His nose is touching yours and he's breathing harshly in your face, his jaw is clenched tight and he's hissing. You swallow thickly and press yourself into the door.
"Okay." just like that he says 'okay' "Okay." he reaches for the door knob and you watch him leave.
You call Puckerman moments later and tell him you need a huge favor.
The freedom is granted as soon as the damage of vodka arrives
This is how you capitalize
This is parental advice
You rush to your bedroom with the bottle of Jack, he's become your good friend over these past years. You know the freedom you'll feel after a few drinks is only temporary, you hide in that dark corner nearest your bed. You can feel his hand on your head, your chest, his lips against yours, how he plunges deep inside you, the thought of not being able to sit down for a few days, how you sit in your room for days on end; without eating. So, you turn the bottle up to your lips. When you wake up in the morning you glance at the clock it almost seven.
Brittany avoids you all day. You text her, pass her notes, buy her lunch, everything but, she still ignores you. You send her a text during glee club and she finally responses.
The two of you are laying in your bed and she's not even trying to cuddle with you. She pushed your face away when you tried to kiss her. She even moved your hand from hers, you start poking and bothering her. 'Finally' you say to yourself when she smacks you for poking her.
"Stop!" she screams trying to sound serious. You tickle her side "Santana!" your in a full tickle attack now and she's screaming she's going to pee her pants at any minute. "Okay, okay! Stop! Santana." she huffs.
You kiss her softly. She wraps her arms around your neck and pulls you down on top of her. You look straight into her innocent blue eyes, she smiles at you and you kiss her again. "I'm sorry about the other day, I just had a terrible dream." you kiss her "Please forgive me?" she nods her head 'yes' and you start kissing her again.
You tug on her bottom lip, that's between your teeth, and she starts to grind into you. You move from her neck, to her lips, to her chest, behind her ear, an back to her lips again.
She loosens your belt and undos the button and zipper. You kiss her neck while she gently squeezes your dick. You moan in her ear. "I don't have protection." you tell her still sucking at her neck, "We have to stop." you tell her rocking your hips into her center. You thrust back into her and she sucks in a sharp breath, almost like you hurt her, you know it feels good, because her eyes are closed and her mouths open wide. "I'll just pull out." You whisper in her ear.
She clings to you while you push her legs farther apart. You bite her neck and her back arches into the air. "Santana..." she moans. You lose all control of yourself and you pull her pants off and let yours fall around your ankles.
You pull her to the edge of your bed an settle between her legs and play with her wet lips. "Oh my god." you gasp "Your so wet." you whisper to yourself. You dive-in, it feels so good. You make sure your still soft and gentle, you feel like your a pro like you've been inside her a billion times in all actuality this is only the second time.
After a few deep trust "Santana...I'm. Fuck!" you hold on to her while she spams around you, your dripping sweat all over her and she doesn't mind at all. "I love you." She says sweetly.
After cuddling and kissing for awhile you finally get dressed. "I need to tell you something." you say.
She buttons the last button on her blouse and looks your way. "You can tell me anything baby." she assures you.
You look deep into her eyes. Go on tell her, you say to herself. "I love you." you chickened out. So instead...
Your kissing her neck, when you hear a car pull into the drive-way. You both freeze in your tracks. You look and see the blue Chevy. "Brittany, you've gotta go." you panic.
She doesn't understand why but she does as you tell her. She kisses you on her way out the front door. Your uncle comes in behind her he's drunk you smell it. When he turns to shut the door you dart for the stairs. You try to slam the door but it ricochets back open, your staring at him; his fist balled, jaw tighten and eyes filled with rage. He slams the door and steps toward you.
You close your eyes "You bitch!" he back hands you. You fall backwards. "Are you sleeping with her?" he screams. Before you can answer he kicks you in the ribs "Huh?" he keeps kicking you. "Your sleeping with her. That's why you don't want to be with me anymore?" He grabs you by the hair and shoves you across the room.
You fall against the bed, he grabs you by the collar of your shirt and shoves you across the room, again. You hit your leg against the desk and you stomach crashes against the dresser, he pulls your hair and throws you to the floor again. "You want to be a stupid whore?" he punches you in the stomach, and smacks you in the face.
He gets off of you and you hurry to your feet, but the pain in your leg keeps you from getting far.
You reach for the door, he grabs you by the waist and slams you on the bed. Your hands fumble against his as he reaches for your pants. He wraps his hands around your neck and starts to squeeze. You dig in his face and he lets you go finally. You take a few gasp for air and head for the door.
"You bitch!" He screams.
You crawl through the hall on your hands and knees, blood dripping from your mouth and nose, screaming and hoping someone hears you. But no one can hear you. He grabs you by the ankle and drags you back in the bedroom, your nails dig into the hardwood floor as you try to go forward, but he yanks you back so hard your head crashes into the ground an everything starts to spin.
You lay on the floor bleeding. "Help me." you say silently. You watch him while he rips your pants off. He places his hand over your mouth while you cry. You close your eyes because your just waiting for it to be over.
"Your my favorite girl in the whole wide world." he says
You wrap your chubby little hands around his neck and kiss his cheek. He kisses your cheek back and hands you a watermelon Jolly Rancher.
"I love you, uncle Ray." you squeal.
He pops a piece of candy in his mouth and you mimic his actions. "I love you more, Santana." he chuckles.
You roll on to your side, and the blood from your nose and mouth spill onto the floor, while you curl into a ball, the last thing you see are his boots as he's walking out the bedroom door. You feel your body goes stiff and your eyes roll into the back of your head.
Pour up, drank, head shot, drank
Sit down, drank, stand up, drank
Pass out, drank, wake up, drank
Faded, drank, faded, drank
Guys this story is really hard for me to write because the storyline. I'm not sure if I'm going to keep using the same song. I try to add Santana and Brittany interactions, just as much as the sexual abuse. I know for some of you this is hard to read.
There's millions of sexual assault cases against minors each year. The youngest child that will be sexually assaulted is 6 months old. Child molesters are normally the people who treat you the best, he/she is either the person across the street, a teacher, a coach, a friend, a parent, or even the 'cool uncle'.
I hope you all enjoyed this chapter more is soon to come.
Love Neko