This Bitter Pill (Dashboard Confessional)
SANTANA'S POV
My head ached when I got home late that night. Even though it was past midnight, I texted both of my parents to let them know that I got in okay before I did anything else.
As I ate a late dinner, and did some cleaning, my mind was cycling through endless emotions.
The only thing that stood out in the stress and drama was Quinn.
I'd already tried the thing where I stopped talking to her, and it only made me miserable.
After the long talk with Papi, I knew that it was time to start putting myself first.
Even though I was married, this was my apartment, and Brittany didn't pay a single bill.
She wasn't there to police my movements, and even though it was the middle of the night, I decided that I was willing to take the chance of calling Quinn.
Would Q be receptive to a phone call?
Quinn had looked so hurt when she put us out of her apartment, the one that I had basically gift-wrapped for my insane other half.
I felt guilt and anger at my stupidity, but there was nothing I could do about it now, especially if Quinn were adamant about staying there. I had assumed that she would run as far away from Brittany as possible.
But what Brittany had meant as a scare tactic had only solidified Quinn's tremendous willpower. She wasn't going to back down; odds are, there was no way she would be caught unawares again.
She is a stickler for that whole fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me cliche. In fact, without her even telling me, I could just about bet that she was in the process of finding some way to protect herself.
And something told me that just because Brittany had yet to turn the full force of her anger on me as she had with other people, that didn't mean it wasn't coming.
I just needed to be prepared for it.
Can I call you?-S
I didn't expect an immediate response, but Quinn was never to be underestimated.
Q video-chatted me, and before I lost my nerve, I answered the call.
What surprised me more than anything was that she was outside.
"Hi, Santana."
"Hey. I hope this is okay."
"Is she with you?" Her face was a mask of coldness while she stared at me.
"No. She's at school. I just got home."
Watching Q's face melt into an expression of calm made my heart soar.
"Your mom is livid. Are you really going to have a baby with B?" I could see the hurt in her eyes.
"I made concessions. She agreed to leave you alone if I cut you out completely, no contact."
"Should I be concerned that you're talking to me then?"
"Nah. We aren't on the same phone plan. She can't see my call history."
"I think you don't give Britt enough credit. She's devious, S. I think until you figure out your relationship, it's best we don't talk."
"I know. I just needed to talk to you for a little while, can today be an exception? Is that okay?"
She yawned but still smiled at me.
"Yes, of course. Just this once. Tell me what's on your mind."
"Papi cut me off today."
"Holy shit. That's a big deal. What did you do to push him over the edge?"
"I disrespected him, I stayed with Brittany, and, of course, I endangered you. My parents are both pretty pissed off."
"Yeah, so am I."
"I'm sorry, Q."
"I know you are. I had half a mind to call Sue on you. She's already pissed about this. You know she'd put Brittany down if I asked her to."
"I'm surprised you didn't."
"If I didn't have Beth, and I was on my own, I would have, but I wasn't taking any chances that your wife would retaliate and hurt Beth in some way."
I felt my chin wobble, and then I began sobbing. "I'm so sorry, Q. I fucked up. I'm so fucking sorry."
"You know what you can do to make it up to me?"
I wiped my face and looked at her again. She looked like my captain, and it made my heart soar that she knew what it was I needed.
"What can I do?"
"First, I need to acknowledge the fact that I'll never stop loving you, San. I played that song over and over. You were right. It is our song."
"Yeah, I know. Please, Q. What can I do?"
"I need you to take charge, S. I know you like to give up control, and you do it with her because it's easy, but you can't do that anymore. If I learned anything from my brief foray into BDSM, it was that you should only submit yourself to someone you trust with your life."
"I have so many questions." I said, feeling so heavy.
"Another time, you can ask me anything." She winked but then got serious again. "So, what I need from you is for you to decide if you can trust her with your life. If even a tiny part of you says no, then you need to stop submitting to her every whim."
"I'm trying to protect you."
"You aren't good at it, so please, stop. I'm the captain, S. I protect you, and I'm damn good at it. So let me be the one who has your back, front, and sides."
"Still?"
"Always."
"Okay, anything else?"
"Be the bad bitch that you are, you have more power over her than you think, use it."
I smiled at Q, and then I heard the door knob jiggle.
"What is she doing here? Shit, Q, I gotta go." I said, and Q didn't hesitate to hang up on me.
I cleared my call history and started scrolling online, watching video clips.
My heart was hammering in my chest as I heard her drop her bag in the dining room before making her way toward our room.
When Britt came into the bedroom, she looked sleepy and soft.
Not like the crazy person she'd been.
"Hey." I said, putting my phone to the side so I could get up, but she held out her hand.
"Stay there, I know you had a long ride. I can't stay long. I just wanted to see you. I know how hard today is for you."
She stripped down, and I could see the bulge in her pants. She'd come strapped up.
"Is that your only reason?" I raised an eyebrow, and she looked down at the cock she loved so much. It was her favorite, pink with glitter.
"Well, no. I wanted to have some sweet lady kisses, too."
And because sex is always easier than talking when I'm feeling too much, I didn't deny her.
"Oh yeah?"
"Yes. You've been distant from me since you found out about Quinn. Tonight, that ends."
"What does that mean?"
"I was tempted to go to Philly today, knowing you weren't close enough to stop me. Instead, I honored our agreement."
"Thank you."
She rolled her eyes.
"Of course, that means since I can't use her as my little slut, then you'll need to give me more of you. You've been so sweet since we got back together, I need the old Santana, the one who loved blow jobs, and getting fucked until she forgot how to speak. You were always a good slut, it's the only reason I dated you."
"Ouch."
"Well, it's true. I miss how much of a willing slut you were, so it's time that you started acting like it."
I hadn't slept on the train and was close to being awake for 24 hours, but I knew that I couldn't fight this.
"I have modeling jobs coming up, so no hickeys...okay?"
"On your knees, arms above your head, Baby."
We kept ties in place for kinky nights, and she wasted no time securing me to them.
I rested my head on the pillow and braced myself for her to unleash all her anger on my body.
"You're soaked."
"For you." I mumbled.
"No. YOu only get this wet after you've talked to Quinn."
"No, B. I only want you." I said just before she pushed that monster into me in one shot and knocked the wind out of me. "Oh God!"
"I came here straight from dance class. All we did was stretch. I have so much energy to burn."
"Use me, B." I begged because I knew she loved it.
She growled and spent half her time gripping my hips so tightly that I knew there'd be bruises there in the morning, but I just groaned while she worked my body.
"You're mine. You'll always be mine."
"Yes!"
"No one can give you what I can, Baby."
"Yes."
"Say it, slut."
"No one can give me what you can, B! Fuck!" I came hard, soaking the sheets and my thighs. I could feel the exhaustion beginning to take me under, but she was relentless as she chased her orgasm.
Her hands were the only thing holding me up as she continued to use me.
"Move your hips, don't get lazy." She said with a slap to my ass, so I mustered my energy and pressed back against her. "Tell me who you belong to."
"You, B, ay!"
My eyelids were so fucking heavy as she gripped my hips tighter and jackhammered through her orgasm.
I felt sweaty and spent, but I let her continue to fuck me through another orgasm.
When she carried me to the bathroom, with that monster still inside me, I rested my head on her shoulder in what would have been a moment of sweetness in the past, but she couldn't even let me have that.
"She begs me better than you do. She looks me in my eyes, and pleads with me. When I look in your eyes, I feel so angry that you're not her. Lift your fucking head up, sluts don't get sweetness."
I fought back tears as she used me against the shower wall.
The alarm on her phone went off, and, finally, she put me on my feet.
"Hurry up." She grumbled. "I think I have enough time for one more round. Would you like that?"
"Yes, B." I lied, and she gripped my face, kissing me breathlessly before giving me a silly smile, showing me a measure of sweetness before reminding me that what we had was gone. I was just a body for her to use up.
"I'm glad you remembered your place, little slut. Don't you dare forget it."
I nodded as I felt the sting of her words.
But I held back my tears; I didn't want her to see me break.
She lost the right to see me be vulnerable.
The sex had been rough, which I was grateful for because it reminded me of how vicious she was. It helped me not be love drunk by her love. I wouldn't let her be soft with me. I couldn't give her that part of me, not anymore.
She was in a rush to get back to school, so after rubbing me to another orgasm, she left me to finish my shower.
Thankfully.
When I came out of the bathroom, she was dressed again and looking frustrated as she tried to crack my phone password.
"You changed your code." She said, looking at me in anger.
"I know."
"Did you talk to her?"
"To whom?"
"Quinn."
"No, B."
"Promise?"
She held out her pinky, and because I was not six, I had no problem lying my way through a pinky promise.
Once she was satisfied, she fucked me again while holding my hair in her fist and proving Quinn right.
"I know you talked to her. I cracked your code. I just wanted to test you."
"I'm sorry." I whimpered as she clamped her other hand around my neck and held it just tight enough to hold me in place.
"That's strike two. Do it again and I'll hurt her so bad that she'll never walk again."
"I'm sorry. Please, I had a bad day...she's my best friend."
I sobbed when she squeezed tighter on my neck and kissed my shoulders softly. "I'm your best friend. You didn't even let me know you were home."
I didn't have enough oxygen to speak as I came with a shudder.
When she let go of my neck, I felt dizzy and spent.
"You're so lucky I don't have enough time to remind you who you belong to." She said as she stood up and began to slide the strap back off.
Her face was red as she silently cried. I wanted to comfort her, but instead, I rested back against the bed and took deep breaths.
"I'm sorry, Britt. I love you. Please...tell me how I can prove it to you?"
"I already told you." She said as she held her hand out. "Walk me to the door."
I groaned as I got up from the bed, feeling drunk with exhaustion.
She wiped her tears away and then grabbed her bag.
When we got to the front door, she looked at me with sad eyes. In the past, that puppy dog look would turn me to putty, but now it just made me feel irritated.
"I love you, Britt. You're my wife. I picked you. Please, stop worrying about her. She's not you. I'm yours and you're mine."
"Your parents are right, you say one thing and do another. I don't trust you anymore."
"I'm a work in progress, B."
"Yeah, so am I, Santana. I'm supposed to be your best friend. I'm your wife."
"You are my best friend."
"I'm supposed to be your ONLY best friend. I know that I fucked up, but it's because you make me crazy."
"I'm sorry, I just, I miss her. We've been friends all of my life. She's family to me."
"You don't think that I miss her as a friend? I get it, but we have an agreement. I honored that today. I didn't have to, but I did. So, this is the final warning, Santana. If you keep bringing her back into our lives, you're pushing me to be crazy again. If that's not what you want, then stop tempting me."
"You need help, B. Maybe we can go to therapy and talk through this resentment you've built up."
"No, what I need is for you to stop being such a shitty wife! I knew I should have sacrificed that chicken."
"I'll do better, B."
"We'll see about that."
She looked dazed, and it worried me.
"I love you, Britt."
"Prove it."
"Challenge accepted."
"Knees." She grumbled, and even though I was tired, I dropped to my knees.
All I could hear was Quinn's words and I knew in my heart that this would be the last time that I submitted to Britt.
Thankfully, she'd packed the strap away, so when she lowered her pants, it was her pussy staring back at me and not her favorite cock.
"What do you need?" I asked as I ran my nails over her thighs.
"To use your face, open your mouth, tongue out, I'll do the rest."
I did as she said, and she gripped my head as she gyrated on my face until she came.
Then she did it again.
And again.
By the time she was done fucking my face, my lips were numb.
"How was that, B?"
"Perfect. Now get up, I need to get back to my dorm before 3, or I'm going to have to sleep on the sidewalk until 6."
She looked blissed out as I stood to face her. It made my heart ache because it was only when she was high off an orgasm that I got a glimpse of the girl I fell in love with.
I kissed her hard, nipping at her lips as she pressed me back against the wall.
"You're being so good for me." She purred, and I nodded. "Keep it that way."
I nodded again. "I will be. I promise."
I was never more relieved to shut the door behind her.
There was no need to think about Quinn's question.
Even though I was sore from Britt fucking me through multiple orgasms, I knew beyond the shadow of a doubt that I did not trust her with my life.
I was pretty sure that I was terrified of her, which is never how it was supposed to be between us.
Ever.
"Where are you, Mrs. Lopez?" My agent demanded the next morning when I was barely conscious after only three hours of sleep. Confusion hit me until I realized it wasn't my mother they were referring to.
"In bed."
"In New York?"
"Um...yes? Am I supposed to be somewhere else?"
"You had a ticket waiting for you yesterday at JFK. You're booked for a shoot in Los Angeles tomorrow! I know you have plans to void your contract, and I agreed as long as you finished out what you signed for. So, tell me, will I need to sue you for breach of contract?"
"No. I'm sorry. I have a lot going on. I didn't know."
"Don't you check your messages?" I groaned and sat up as she began to rant to me about professionalism and how much money was riding on me, being where I was booked on time.
"I had my phone off yesterday, I uh...was at the cemetery out of town." She got quiet, and not even for a second did I feel guilty about making her think that I had been at a funeral.
"Oh. Are you okay?" She asked, her tone still harsh but a touch less loud.
"Yeah. I'll be okay. How long is the job in L.A."
"Just a day, but then I need you on another plane to San Francisco in a week."
"I can fly to L.A. today and do the job, but I am going to need you to push the second job a few more days? I have some family business to take care of?"
"Fine. Get your ass on that plane to L.A., and I'll get the second job pushed, but only two extra days. We are already behind schedule."
"That's perfect. I'll be there."
I took a quick shower, and then threw some clothes in a bag before leaving my place only a few hours after arriving.
There was no time to enjoy being in Los Angeles; I went from a cab, the plane, to an Uber, and then I was dressed and posed for three hours. I was exhausted when, I was shuttled into another shoot that my agent squeezed in before I was put back on a redeye to New York.
When I got home on Friday morning, my place was torn apart. Britt had been home, and I knew that a fight was looming.
And even though I wanted to check that she'd stayed away from Quinn, I didn't want to make things worse.
My agent called me and told me that she needed me at a studio in midtown a few hours later, and then I could have a whole two weeks between jobs.
So, instead of calling Britt to assuage her anger, I texted her.
Uh, hey. Just got back from L.A. I had a shoot. My place is a wreck.-Santana
Aww, did you go to the beach?-Britt
No. Plane, to shoot, to another shoot, to plane, to cab. I just wanted to take a nap, but I need to do a job in midtown this afternoon. Do you know what happened here?-Santana
She sent me sad face emojis and then finally admitted it.
You weren't home. I was mad. I thought you had gone to her, but then I saw your suitcase was gone. I'm sorry.-Britt
I'm yours, B.-Santana
I said I'm sorry!-Britt
Okay, I forgive you. I'm headed to a shoot. Maybe I'll visit you at school for a change. Would that be okay?-Santana
YES! I'd love that.-Britt
Okay, I'll see you then, I don't know what time I'm finished. I'll text you.-Santana
Yay! I love you!-Britt
I love you too.-Santana
When I showed up to the shoot, my eyes were bloodshot from crying.
My head hurt from all the games Britt was playing.
I needed help, and even though I hated when she talked to me like I was her patient instead of her daughter, I knew that I needed to talk to Mami.
"Yes?" Mami answered, sounding reluctant and annoyed with just one word.
"Bendicion, Mami. Lo siento. I was way out of line. Please forgive me."
"Are you still with her?"
"Huh?"
"Are you still with Brittany? Have you filed for divorce yet?"
"No."
"No, as in not yet, or you don't plan to?"
"Mami, please, I know she fucked up, and I plan to handle it, but you have to let me do this on my terms."
"Your terms? You're her puppet, Santana."
"I am not anybody's puppet!"
"I do not forgive you. Call me when you become the daughter I raised."
"Mami, please, I need you."
"No. What you need is to end this already, I tried to be good to that girl, but I'm finished. Your father was right to cut you off. I don't know what she has over you, but you need to end it or else."
"Or else?"
"I've already lost one child, Santana. Don't make me lose another."
And then she ended the call.
My whole heart ached.
Was I about to lose my mother over Brittany's bullshit?
I didn't fucking think so. I had to do whatever it took to get out of my marriage unscathed, even if that meant staying in it until she stopped being so fucking psycho.
SEPTEMBER
My agent lied, fuck getting a two-week break; after my studio shoot in midtown, I had six hours' notice about a shoot in Canada.
Britt was angry about it, of course. She was also pissed that I'd had the landlord change the locks on my apartment after she had ransacked it.
And I kept "forgetting" to give her a new key.
It was the first real stand that I took against my wife, and I felt freer knowing that she couldn't just pop up inside my apartment unannounced.
Before I left New York, I stopped to see Rachel and asked her to pass along the message to Quinn about me leaving the country and Brittany being off her leash.
Quinn told her the same thing that she told me, that she could take care of herself and stop trying to protect her.
I tried to respect her wishes, but it terrified me that I had to.
A week on from the rough fucking Britt had given me, I was still needing to cover up the bruises on my hips, which made the people on the shoots nicer to me.
I think they believed I was getting abused, and even my agent was treading a little sweeter.
Everyone seemed impressed by how well the shoots were turning out. I didn't need to do a million takes.
The camera loved me.
I'd been offered another modeling job in California that was supposed to be the beginning of my last six jobs for the agency. They told me that a move to Los Angeles would get me more work, and I was considering it, but the idea of leaving Britt on the east coast, so fucking close to Q, terrified me.
What terrified me more, though, was keeping that ring on my finger.
Mami still wasn't speaking to me, and Papi seemed to be keeping his distance to keep the peace.
This wasn't how I wanted to continue living.
Depression was beginning to lead my mind down really dark roads.
So, I called Mami once more only for her to forward my call.
She'd drawn a line in the sand.
Before leaving Toronto, I called Papi.
"Bendición, Papi. I'm about to get on the plane." I sniffed, and his breath caught.
"Que Dios te bendiga. You texted to let me know this, so the fact that you're calling tells me there's more."
"Remember my spiral after the pizza commercial?"
"Vividly."
"I'm close to that. I tried calling Mami about it, and the one time I needed a therapist and not a mother, she forwarded my call. I know she's there, even if she doesn't speak can you put me on speaker?"
He mumbled something, and I heard my mother suck her teeth.
"She's listening, Tata."
"I'm heading home to end things. I can't keep living half a life. I'm trying to be the strong woman you raised. I...I may need to come home for a bit. She got rough with me last time...I'm fine, I just have a feeling in my gut that continuing this way is going to kill me. I love you both, they're boarding, I'll let you know when I land."
There was a beat of silence, and then Papi huffed; I could tell he was annoyed with Mami. "Cuídate. We love you and know that we've got your back. You can always come home. If you don't feel safe, you get out of there."
"Okay. Thanks, Papi. I love you too." I squeaked and then ended the call.
That call was the closest moment I got to wanting to jump off a roof.
Only the thought of Quinn and Beth kept me from the hysterics.
There was a timeline where I could be happy, and I was going to fight like hell to be worthy of it.
When I got back to New York, I learned from my mistake of not telling Britt first.
I pulled up her class schedule on my phone and knew that she was in her room for the evening.
So, instead of going back to my place, I went to her dorm with flowers and her favorite candy.
They say absence makes the heart grow fonder, so I hoped that Britt would be her best self when I showed up.
She wasn't going to like that no baby was coming and that I had been offered more work.
I'd put off telling her about being cut off for weeks and knew that keeping it from her was going to be a fight.
Britt loved me, I had to believe that she'd eventually stop to realize that we couldn't go on like this.
I was hoping that with time away from her, she'd gotten some perspective.
Even though I vowed never to get on my knees for her again, I was willing to submit one last time to get her to start letting me go.
We were past the point of breaking up in choir rooms. She was someone different now, and so was I.
Since Mami wasn't going to help me manage my downward spiral, I had to do things my way. I hated how Britt made me feel, and I hated all she'd done.
Being submissive was one thing, but Quinn was right. I shouldn't be giving control to someone I couldn't trust with my life.
How many times had Britt held my neck a moment too long?
If I stayed married, my Mexican third eye told me that I'd be dead within a year.
Enough was enough.
"So, how are your classes going?" I asked her as we lay naked in her dorm room. She smiled at me, happy that I had asked her to make love to me.
I told her I'd missed being hers and wanted her to take her time.
She fell for it hook, line, and sinker.
It had been hard to let her dominate me when all I could think of was what Q had suffered through and that I didn't trust her with my life, but I had a plan.
"Great, though, I just want to go home."
"Home as in Lima?" I asked, trying to stay focused.
"No, silly. Home as in Queens. I wish they would let me live there in my first year."
"It's good for you to be here, love."
She searched my eyes, and her eyebrow raised. I could see her wheels spinning.
"What aren't you saying, Santana?"
"Remember when I went to Lima in August?"
She wrinkled her face and then bit her lip. "Yeah, you said that you'd had a bad day. I was so mad, I forgot to ask you why you're day was bad. Tell me."
"I got cut off." I said, my hands on her hips firmly keeping her in place. I needed her defenses down when I told her the truth; there was no better way than this. She looked at me with wide eyes and swallowed hard.
"Why? How?" She asked, bringing her knee up between my legs and making me hiss.
I had missed her this way but had been holding back with good reason. Even if it was the last thing I really wanted to be doing, I had to play the game the best way I knew how.
"Papi wants me to earn my keep. Now that I'm married he says it's my job to support us. He's right, of course, I can't live off him forever, I need to start being an adult."
"Why did you wait so long to tell me? Why are you telling me now?" She asked, pressing against me again and making me feel like I was going to fall over a cliff at any moment.
"We'd been fighting, I got scared to tell you. I couldn't keep it from you anymore."
"Wait, this means that you won't stop working, right? You're breaking our deal, aren't you? What about having a baby? You promised me."
I raised a hand to her face and cradled her cheek.
"Britt, there isn't going to be a baby. I'm not going to stay home while you live this dream. I know you want to lock me down and keep me from Quinn, but..." She slammed her knee against me, and it took my breath away. "Shit." I groaned, and she looked at me, her eyes bloodshot as she continued to push roughly against me.
"Strike three." She said, and it made my stomach sink.
I pulled her face down and kissed her hard. She wouldn't win this. I wrapped my legs around her hips and put an arm around her back, and with a twist of my hips, I had her on her back, underneath me.
She, of course, tried to do a similar move moments later, but I quickly straddled her upper thighs and grabbed her wrists, forcing her back onto the bed, making sure that she wasn't really able to move.
She turned her face away as she cried into the pillow. She hated being at the bottom and losing control of me, but it was time that things changed.
I couldn't let her do any more damage.
"Britt, I need to start working, and I need you to understand that just because I'm off following my dreams doesn't mean I don't love you or that I don't need you anymore."
"I know." She whimpered as I adjusted myself, so I was now resting my hands on her shoulders, using them to ground me and keep her from pushing me off.
"Look at me, Brittany. This isn't strike three." I pleaded, but she wouldn't look at me.
"Fine, now get off of me." She begged, and the irony of her feeling trapped and violated somehow didn't escape me.
"Tomorrow, I'm getting on a plane and going to San Francisco, I have a shoot that I already was contracted on before our little agreement. It's the first of six that I signed on for, which could take up to a year to finish. I need to know that in that time, you won't go after Quinn."
She was looking at me now, anger in her eyes and her lips twisted.
"I can't make any promises." She snapped.
"Is that so? How, then, do you expect me to keep mine?" I asked.
"That's different." She shot back.
"It's not. I need you to begin letting me go, Britt. We both know that it will be for the best if we just stop pretending that we're happy. A baby won't fix what you did. Shit, nothing will fix what you did. You fucked up pretty bad."
She was so calm as she looked at me. A small smile crept on her lips, and she actually laughed. It seemed harmless, and so I laughed along with her.
"You're right. I did fuck up, but I'm a work in progress." She said softly, and then, with a jerk of her hips and a hit to one of my elbows, she managed to knock me off of her and onto the floor.
It took me a moment to get my bearings as I pushed myself up from the floor.
And then I heard the click of the barrel.
Millions of thoughts went through my head. Number one, though, was how I would die without making up with Mami.
How had I let my petty jealousy of a ghost cloud my judgment? The second thing that went through my mind was how stupid I was to change the code but not hide the lockbox in a better place.
She must have grabbed it when she'd torn my apartment apart while I was in L.A.
Q had been right. Why was I so stubborn?
Britt knew all my codes and passwords. I had thought I picked a good one when I changed everything, but I was obviously wrong.
I had underestimated her.
How could I be so stupid?
I was looking at the pretty red carpet we had picked out together and wishing I had been smarter about everything.
"Britt...put down the gun." I said, not daring to make any sudden moves.
"No."
"Please, I can't lose you."
"Your words and your actions are different."
"Think about what you are doing, Britt."
"I would rather die with you as my wife than to live to see you married to someone else." She said, her voice sounding insane.
The door to the room swung open, and I looked up, suddenly realizing just how naked Brittany and I were.
"Oh my God. Um...is that real? We aren't allowed...I'm going to..." The girl pulled out her phone and went to dial 911, but before she could put it to her ear, a loud bang sounded.
I cringed, waiting to black out, but instead, I felt the heaviness of a body on my back and the warmth of her blood covering me.
"Britt?" I screamed as I fell to the floor, her body covering mine. "Oh God, Brittany?!" I screamed. "Oh God, OH GOD!" I was hysterical, and then I saw my bone sticking out from my wrist. I was in too much shock to feel it, but that didn't stop my body from giving in.
I gagged at the smell of Britt's blood, and then I saw what looked like bone and goo, which was apparently my limit because, at last, the bittersweet darkness claimed me.