Love and Dreams-Faberry

Chapter Twelve

"Where have you been?" a voice nearly growled at her in the dark causing Santana to jump, a hand on her chest.

"Richard," she sighed. "You scared me. You weren't supposed to be home until tomorrow."

"Where the hell have you been?" he asked again.

In the dark she watched him get up from his chair and cross his arms across his chest, his eyes narrowed, chin tilted up almost daring her to lie to him.

"I went to see Rachel's play with some friends from high school," she told him. She swallowed hard as a tiny ball of panic settled in her stomach and seemed to grow with the rapidity of a snowball sailing down a mountain, freezing her insides as it went.

"Who's the blonde?" he asked.

"Quinn?" she asked, knowing he wasn't referring to her best friend.

He took a step towards her, shedding a sliver of light onto his appearance. His eyes were glassy from his scotch, his hair was mused and his jaw set making him look rather maniacal. "You think you can go out with some tramp and I wouldn't find out about it?"

"Shut up, I know you have me followed," she told him irritably. She was so sick of his crazy behavior.

Suddenly she was seeing stars as his hand collided with her cheek. Her vision swam and her hands immediately cradled her face. His hands suddenly fisted in the material of her top, ripping it and he pulled her close, shaking her violently, the alcohol on his breath making her nauseous. "Did you just tell me to shut up?" His knuckles collided heavily with her chest and collarbone making her wince.

"Get your hands off me," she told him, her hands trying desperately to shove him away from her body.

He growled and pushed forward, causing her to scramble to keep her footing until she slammed into the wall behind her. She cried out as her head connected with the wall behind her and her vision swam again.

"You are my wife," he whispered, his mouth near her ear as he licked her neck roughly, clearly enjoying the way she struggled against him. She could feel his excitement against her leg and it made her sick. "You do not talk to me like that."

"Fuck you," she spat back. She yelped when his fist connected with her face and his knee with her stomach, sending her breath gasping out of her in one strike. He kicked the back of her knees, sending her sprawling to the ground. She began crawling, desperately trying to get away from his much larger frame.

"Oh no you don't." He grabbed her roughly and tugged her hair, causing her to cry out again.

He flipped her over and reached for her skirt, shoving it up roughly before reaching for the zipper on his pants. The sound of more material ripping flirted with her ears as the last of her clothing hiding her body from him disappeared and a rough hand on each thigh caused her to wince. As he pounded away, she didn't make a sound. Silent tears slid down her cheeks as he grunted in her ear, wincing as he bit down on her chest roughly as he came.

He panted heavily for a few moments before slapping her thigh roughly. "Talk back to me again, bitch, and I'll be sure the next time isn't quite as gentle. And tell anyone about this and I'll ruin you." He stood up and readjusted his clothes. "I'm going out. I'll be back tomorrow."

She remained motionless until she heard the front door click behind him and the deadbolt lock with the turn of his key. She swiped at her tears with shaking hands as she straightened her clothes out. Her head pounded in her ears from the force of the blow and she simply backed up until she was tucked safely into the corner of the room. She dropped her head to her knees as she began to sob.