So I know it's been a very long time since I've posted, oh please forgive me. I'm almost finished with University, which means I'm one step closer to reaching my goals. First; I'm having trouble with Microsoft Word and my spell/grammar check isn't working. Hopefully I fixed any major errors.
Warning contains: sexual abuse, molestation & G!P
Music Breaking Down x Florence + The Machine
Swimming Pools x Kendrick Lamar
Even When I was A Child
Room 121
The monitors beep rhythmically as, the last seconds of life are approaching uncle Ray. He looks up to the ceiling and whispers a faint "God, forgive me." before the monitor flat lines.
Santana, Carlos, a few of their cousins are tossing a football. While Brittany and a few of the other watch, meanwhile the adults talk amongst themselves inside, at the re-pass. "So San, which school are you going to pick?" her oldest cousin Aaron asks.
"Uff!" she grunts as his rather hard pass knocks her hand against her chest. "I don't know. Maybe USC- who knows." she says nonchalantly. Motioning for him to go far with her left hand, she grips the football tightly with her right hand. He's more than 20 yards away when she beams the ball full force down the yard. He turns on his left pivot and arms out stretched to his side he catches the ball and begins to stumble. He gives her the middle finger as she walks away grinning.
After the re-pass Brittany suggest they take a drive to give Santana some time to herself before she returns home. "You know I'm here if you need me." Brittany says after a passionate kiss. Santana just smiles and walks her across the street to her front door. She watches the blonde disappear into the houe as she's on her back across the street.
Once in her own living room; Maribel quickly motions for her to come join her in a conversation she's having with her uncle Carlos. Her uncle looks a lot like her father, his Miami tan the only difference. He's a successful business-man in Miami "So Santana, your mother tells me you're considering USC?" he states. "And another little birdie also told me you're looking into medical school, also."
She gives him a small smile. Like her father he can be very intimidating at times. "I'm not sure just yet - about USC." quickly changing the subject "Where's cousin Callie and Sofia? I seen Aria."
Carlos frowns and shrugs "You know you're cosuin. Work, work, work!" he deadpans
After talking a bit more with her uncle and mother she ventures off into the kitchen. She scanning every inch of the house remembering all the happenings that have taken place; the closet, the kitchen, the living room. The brunettes mind begins to race as she falls into a horrific memory.
All alone,
Even when I was a child,
I've always known,
There was something to be frightened of.
Flashback
"Can, this be our last 'special time'?" you cry whiping your eyes with the back of your tiny eight-year-old hand. "I don't like this - it - it hurts." you cry harder.
He inches closer to you, he rubs his hand over the tiny bruise he'd left on your thigh last weekend. You tried to get away and he just held you down and proceeded with his business. His rough, calloused hands move a stray hair behind your ear and he wipes your tears away. "It won't hurt if you just be a good girl. But; you haven't been being very good have you?" he ask
You choke back a few tears and stare at him "I've been a good girl, I swear!" you sob "I haven't told anyone."
He closes the little gap between the two of you and caresses your thigh, you sob harder when his hands touch the private area between your legs. He becomes agitated when you wont stop crying after serval warnings to 'hush' he grabs you by the arm and sits you in his lap, you can feel his erection against you, and the water-works won't stop. "Be quiet, now!" he harshly whispers into your ear as he rips your shorts down to your ankles and breaths heavily against your neck. "You've always been my favorite." he pants hoarsely in your ear, "So beautiful..." he grunts as he forcefully enters you; he's sure to put a hand over your mouth so your cries cant be heard. He's grunting and moaning while he holds your body in his vice grip making sure you wont squirm or move.
As an eight-year-old, those 15 minutes alone with your uncle felt like an eternity. Once he's finished he places a kiss on your cheek and you wipe it away mixing it with the snot and tears "I hate you." your words ooze with hatred.
End Flashback
"Santana." she hears in the distance "Santana, sweetie I'm talking to you." she hears the voice again.
She's snapped out of her trance and eyeballs her father, who was previously trying to get her attention. "I'm sorry Papi, what did you say I was distracted." she quips honestly hoping that he'd repeat himself once more. Looking around she can feel all eyes on her.
His brows knit together in confusion as he looks at the puddle forming in front of her pants "Santana, mija? What's wrong?" she flinches back about two-feet when he reaches out to comfort her, which causes him to do the same. "San-" he begins.
The youngest Lopez resident quickly takes off up the stairs and locks herself into the bathroom. "No-no-no..." she sobs. "He's gone and he's never coming back" she shouldn't be in a bathroom crying she should be somewhere celebrating. She turns on the tub and strips down to her bra and boxer shorts.
(knock! knock!) "Santana, sweetheart? I know youre upset about your ucle passing-" Maribel starts
"Go-away." she cries "Please. Just-go-away." she tells her mother in a broken voice. She standing in the mirror crying, she's loss a part of herself her childhood was spent living in fear, hiding under beds or in closets. She'd be lying if she said she hadn't prayed for this day, she'd also be lying if she said she doesn't feel like a prisoner anymore. Removing the last two articles of clothing she slowly submerges herself under the water "it's okay princess" his voice rings out in the back of her mind "ssshhh." it tells her.
All alone,
On the edge of sleep,
My old familiar friend
Comes and lies down next to me.
Brittany and Santana are siting in her room making out one afternoon when the brunette's phone starts to ring. She pulls the device from her pocket "Seattle." she mumbles not recognizing the number she lets it go to voicemail. "I don't know anyone in Seattle." she tells her girlfriend who now has the phone between her fingers.
"Oh! They left a voicemail." she says "should I play it?" the brunette shrugs and she starts the recording:
""Hey! Santana, it's your cousin Callie. Sorry I coudn't make it out to the funneral to see you guys, you know work is- WORK! then theres a pause "If you want to talk just text me and let me know. My shift is over at midnight my time which is 3 A.M. your time. But if you're still awake please feel free to give me a call whenever. Okay? Love you, bye." the message ends.
"Maybe you should call her back?" the blonde stated holding the phone in front of the brunette.
"No, i'll just give her a ring back tomorrow. She's probably doing some fancy surgery right now." she laughed "She built bones out of cartilage or something extreme." she says "Now! back to what we were doing." she giggles and pulls Brittany on top of her. "I love you, Britt." she says looking deeply into sparkling blue eyes.
Brittany is about to answer her back when Santana quickly flips them over straddling the blonde. She kisses her way down Brittany's neck stopping at her collar-bone to take a few nips and Brittany's moans fill the air, she rids the blonde of her shirt and places opened mouth kisses to her stomach. "San, youre going to make me cum and you haven't even..." she trails off into another world as she feels Santana's lips pressed against her panty clad sex. Santana peeks at Brittany through hooded eyes and the blonde is raving in ecstasy, the Latina removes her clothes and the purple panties that are hiding the treasure between the blondes legs. The blonde releases a moan from deep in her belly as she feels Santana enter her. She's got the blondes legs over her shoulders while she delivering deep thrust into her wet center, soft panting, breathing, moans and slight curses are the only things that can be heard throughout the room. "Fuck!" Santana curses as Brittany's nails dig into the flesh of her toned arms. She stops just for a few seconds to look at her length which is completely coated with the blondes juices, she slids back in slowly so she can watch how well her girlfriend opens up for her, the sight is almost to much. "Ohmygod." the blonde moans in one breath as Santana's hips pick up speed. She dropped Brittany's legs from her shoulders and held them open wide so she can to see what it is she's seeing, thrusting deeper and deeper. "I'm cumming..." Brittany cries as her girlfriend latches on top one of her already hardened nipples. Santana quickly slips out of her girlfriend and holds the shaft of her dick as she releases her load onto the blondes bed sheets.
"Shit!" they both pant and giggle at the same time.
They both fall back on the bed in complete euphoria, Santana's chest is heaving up and down and she's still seeing stars. Meanwhile Brittany has a giant grin on her face, eyes still closed while she pants. They both giggle like little children for a few seconds and Brittany leans over and kisses her girlfriend gently on the lips. Santana pulls brittany close to her chest and holds her tight, "San..." the blonde calls over her shoulder.
"Hhhhmm?" the brunette mumbles "What's wrong, B?" she asked voice drowning in exhaustion
Brittany turns so she's facing Santana "I think, you should probablly talk to your parents..." she stops "he can't hurt you anymore." now she's holding Santana in her arms "I'm here... and you're Safe." she says.
She's holding you, while she sleeps. Only the street light illuminates your room, you close your eyes but your mind won't stop "sssshhh." the voice tells you.
And I can see it coming from the edge of the room.
Smiling in the streetlight.
Even with my eyes shut tight,
I still see it coming now.
A/N: So I kind of entertain the idea of Santana and Callie (Grey's Anatomy) being related. I find it funny as well seeing that Brittana is just like CalZona just in a younger form. I've got one more chapter of this story written but I'm tweaking it with fillers so there'll be no unanswered questions. I'm trying to finish this story with a strong ending that does it some justice, one of my instructors said I have a very week ending when it comes to writing a conclusion. (Honestly I just think she doesn't like me) If anyone would like something answered that I haven't already provided feel free to write it in the comments or PM me, I'm always open to new ideas.
PS: I couldn't add a line break to separate the different scenes. Sorry.
Review,
Neko