Chapter 52 - Deflagration

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"Get away from me, Lucy", Santana spat.

Quinn recoiled as if she'd been punched.

"So you do know", she said, recovering her façade. "I was not sure you'd remember."

"Remember? Remember what? How weak you were, when you were begging your bullies for mercy? How pitiful you sounded? How pathetic you were?"

At every sentence Quinn took a step back, as if they were arrows aimed right at her heart.

"What do you think I remember, huh?"

Quinn's back at that point was right against the counter. Her face was pleading for Santana to stop.

"San..." she begged.

Santana saw the look in Quinn's eyes. It was that of a cornered animal. She shivered at the thought, but a small, wretched part of her bristled with pleasure. Let her have it. Let her feel what it's like to be betrayed.

Santana's mouth spoke and something inside her broke.

"You deserved it." she said. "The nickname. You deserved it after all. Poor, pathetic, worthless, Lucy. Caboosey."

Quinn's shock didn't even show. A resignated smile played on her lips as a tear rolled down her cheek.

It's as if she was expecting it. Santana thought. As if she knew-

Quinn hugged herself, biting her lip to prevent more tears from running down.

She laughed in the most broken way Santana had ever heard her laugh. Santana staggered back as if she'd been hit.

Lucy- she thought. This was the most Lucy she'd seen in years, but also the most broken she had ever seen her. And it was her fault. All of it, probably- her fault.

I didn't just say that. I didn't- I need to take it back-

"Q..." Even that one letter sounded unsteady. Devoid of hope. It was too late.

"It's okay, Santana. I get it."

"Q, I didn't mean it. I didn't-"

"You know you did", were Quinn's last words as she exited the room.

Santana didn't remember falling to her knees. She didn't remember getting into a fetal position as ugly sobs raked her, and her heart fell apart.

But somehow, through it all, she could feel another body pressed against hers, a comforting and familiar voice telling her it was going to be okay.

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A.N.

Hello, beautiful people!

Enjoy your week-end, and please don't forget to vote 😊

Love,

Alya


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