enemies {brittana}

part 21 ~ 2 weeks

Brittany POV
It's been 3 days since I was taken, I don't even know how I'm still alive because all the food I've had was one chocolate bar. I miss San so much, she's the only thing I've been thinking about, the last time I embraced her in my arms, the last time I kissed her soft lips, the last time we cuddled for hours not wanting to get up and thinking that it was the last. I noticed last night that we had been parked outside a house and I've just been sitting here in this empty van with nothing to do.

Santana POV
It's been 3 days since Britt went missing, and these 3 days have been absolute hell. I miss her so fucking much. I haven't even bothered getting up, I've just been lying in her bed and cuddling her hoodies wishing that it was her. Quinn has been in and out checking if I was okay, my parents have came around a little just bringing me food but I haven't eaten any of it. What if she's actually gone this time? What if they never find her? I have been overthinking like crazy. Her pillows are soaked because of how much I have been crying. Quinn and Rachel have been trying to get me out of bed and go to school, don't they get it, Brittany is gone and I don't know when or if she will come back, can't they just fuck off and leave me alone.

Brittany POV
It's been 5 days in here. I have heard a bunch of fighting between the people in the house.
"We can't kill her!"
"Then what do we do?!"
"We can just leave her in there!"
"We can't do that, someone could find her!"
"Okay then let's just beat her and put her body somewhere!"
"Fine. We can put her somewhere random and let her figure the rest out."
I felt the van start to move again but it felt like we were going back the way we came.

It's been hours of driving, well maybe just 3 but it's still tiring listening them argue about what to do.
"We should wait to night and put her in a park, people will just think she's homeless!"
"No! We should dump her somewhere no one knows about."
"But then she will just die and will look like we did it!"
"Fine then! We will dump her in a fucking park!"
So I guess i'm being dumped in a park which is super fun.

It was night now and I heard the back of the van opening and I was being dragged out.
"Stay quiet and don't move until morning, got it!" He spat in my face and threw me over his shoulder.
I was threw into a ditch after being kicked and punched. There was blood all over me and cuts all over my face. Before passing out I heard the two of them saying they're going to Florida, thank fuck, if I ever get found by the police I won't be bothered by the stupid fuckers anymore.

I woke up in a random park and saw a couple kids staring at me while I adjusted where I was and saw a bus go by with a bunch of kids in it. I started walking down a path to try find a sign so she could see where the fuck she is and maybe find a police station. It was difficult walking, my foot was in pain, I was still bleeding and my head felt like someone whacked it with a baseball bat. I also look like Bret the stoner just 10 times worse. I found a sign and it said Parkerburg, West Virginia. Shit. I am so far away. I guess I can try walk there, might as well try get somewhere. I have some money so I can buy food and then I'll just sleep on the floor and hope to god not get jumped or murdered. Okay I'll try get to Ohio, I just have to cross a bridge or something. Maybe I should try get to Ohio and just walk a little every day until I'm close. Okay it's around 8 am so I have all day to walk, this won't be that hard.

This is pain, I've been walking for like 5 hours and I'm not even close, I have no clue where I am but it is in Ohio, I found an alright looking alley to sleep in and I look like a drug dealer. I fell asleep and it's now I'm guessing it's 4 pm so I might as well walk again.

Santana POV
It's been 6 days without my precious girlfriend and I hate it, I've been drinking like crazy trying to drinking my problems away but it made it worse. Quinn kept checking on me every single day still trying to get me go to school, she walked in on me drinking and I wanted to smash the bottle against her head. She was a pain but I knew she was just trying to help me but no one can, no one can help me until I know she's okay. My parents came every day to but they just gave me food and then left not even caring if I was okay or not, it's always been like that, they act like they care but really don't. All they care about is they're repetition and what are family looks like, yes they support me being gay but they wouldn't dare tell any of they're friends or our other family members. I heard the door open and heard someone run upstairs and open my door.
"Fuck off Quinn!" I yelled and threw a bottle near the door.
"It's not Quinn." It was Sam. I could practically hear the smirk on his huge lips. He walked over to me and climbed onto my hips and straddled me so I couldn't move. I tried pushing him but he was stronger than me.
"Sam get off of me!" I screamed and my anger started to rise when her started kissing my neck. I reached over to the bedside table and grabbed a bottle and smashed it on his head making him fall off the bed.
"What the fuck!" He yelled and put his hand on his bleeding head.
"I told you to get off!" I screamed and straddled him this time and put the sharp end of the bottle to his neck, "I swear to god if you ever touch me again I will slit your throat, do you understand?" I had a psycho smile on my face and he started trembling under me, "I said, do you understand!" I pushed the bottle closer to his neck, he quickly nodded and he jumped up and ran out of the house. Jesus, yes I have beat people up but not this bad, well close but not this bad. I started getting mad at Quinn and I never get mad at her. I started drinking again, like a lot, I started chugging a bottle of vodka. I got out of bed and started stumbling around the house and ended up in the living room and saw Brittany's phone. The police gave it back after going through it trying to see if there was anything that could tell them where Brittany was. I waddled over to the couch and fell on it. I think Quinn cleaned up the house because it looks spotless and yesterday she stayed for a little before she left. Quinn should probably be coming soon to check up on me and to make sure i'm not dead. The room started spinning and next minute later I was throwing up my guts into a bin. Fuck I hate this. I felt arms wrap around me and I knew it was Quinn's.
"Are you okay?" She asked really softly while rubbing my back. I shook my head and started crying into her shoulder.
"I miss her so much." I was now sobbing, which was very rare for me unless I was drunk.
"I know, I know but she will be back, I know she will." She kissed the top of my head and let me cry on her shoulder, "Okay, come on, let's get you to bed." She helped me up and guided me up the stairs. I tried falling asleep while Quinn cleaned up the room and found Britts diary.
"What's this? You hate reading." She giggled and showed me the book.
"Oh, that's Brittany's diary. I think it's the old one." I mumbled.
"The old one?" She cocked an eyebrow.
"Yeah, that's the one with the burn book and then the new one is the one that has a couple of drawings." I slurred my words a little.
"She has a burn book?" Quinn laughed a little at that.
"Mhm, you're in it." I smirked at her shocked face.
"I'm in it?" Her face was still in shock and it was hilarious. I nodded and smirked again.
"Don't read it tho, you're not allowed." I closed my eyes again but was still unable to fall asleep. She put the book back down and started cleaning again.
"Okay I'm leaving now but no more drinking and stay safe." She kissed my head again and left me alone so I could sleep.