Blade (Watty Awards 2013)

Chapter 15- Santana's POV

Chapter 15 - Santana’s Pov

“You don’t have to be afraid.” Police man says, wiping my cheek with his thump. “I’m sure she will be fine.”

I nod and pretend that’s why I’m crying.

I’m not afraid Lillian won’t be ok, I’m afraid you’ll know who I am- who my father is.

He nods and starts asking me simply easy to answer questions.

“Are you and her friends?”

“Well…no. I mean, well I don’t know her that well.” I answer quickly, tripping over my words a little.

He nods and writes it down on his little pad. “Is she bullied?”

I pause. Is Lauren’s wise cracks considered bulling?

No. She said she was only joking, that Lillian never took it to heart.

Yes. Of course teasing is bulling.

“I don’t know.” I answer quietly. He stares in my eyes for a moment. For a second I swear he knows I’m lying, but his blue eyes dart back down to his pad as he scribbles.

Maybe he if he thinks I don’t know anything he’ll leave me alone. I don’t want to be questioned. I don’t want to be near him.

“Is there any reason as to why she might want to hurt herself that you know of?”

I shake my head. “No.” Not unless you mean how her mom treats her like she’s shit or how her Dad ignores her, or how she isn’t treated like a teenager, instead like a child, unless those don’t count then, no.

He nods. “Well…That’s all I guess.” He helps me stand up. “Is there anyone here with you?”

“Yeah…m-y D-ad.” I stutter out. He nods.

“Well, was he here when it happened I’d like to-“

“NO!” I say a bit too fast. He eyes me but backs off.

I knock on Mrs. Griffin’s door again, lighter this time with trembling hands.

“He wasn’t here. I can assure you…”

“Dammit Santana I said-“ He pauses when he sees police man and wipes the hair out of his face.

“Dad…This is Deputy Marshall…” I start. Dad makes eye contact with police man who is wearing a stern look. I can see the angry start to form on his face. He thinks I rat him out.

“Lil-lian is in the hospital.” I talk slowly. He sighs.

“Is she alright?” His voice is dripping with fake concern. I shrug.

“She left a little while ago. How would I know?”

Dad nods and excuses himself to go change.

I feel the tears start in my eyes again. This time not because I am scared. No scratch that. I am scared, just not for dad.

What if Lillian isn’t alright?

What if she hurt herself really badly?

“What did you say your name is?” Police man asks giving me a napkin I didn’t ask for.

“I-it’s San-sa- Santana D-avid” I mutter out through my tears.

He gives me a thoughtful look. “Uh. And what about your father? What’s his name?”

“…” Why? “Th-omas D-avid.”

“Oh! He…just looks really familiar is all…”