hurt

chapter 13

brittany's P.O.V.

'oh my god what are you doing here?' I gasped. 'this is my house you little shit. Now you were grounded so go to your fucking room' I gulped dryly. 'well we u-uh-uhm never really discussed when my house-arrest was over so when you went away I thought that...' I got cut off by my father. 'well that's the problem you think. Now go to your fucking room or I'll make you'

'I-uhm I should probably go' shit Santana was still here. 'oh and who do we have here?' my father raised an eyebrow. 'I am Santana but I should probably go' Santana stood up and grabbed her stuff. I stood up as well. When Santana wanted to open the door my father grabbed her arm. 'look don't waste your time on her. She is nothing but a piece of shit'

'let her go' my father snapped his head back to me. 'you said what?!' I looked him right in the eye. 'I said let her go!' my father slowly released his grip from Santana's arm. 'SANTANA GO NOW. I MEAN IT GO!' I yelled. Santana didn't hesitate for one moment and left. When I looked back at my father there was a grin on his face. 'I'll go upstairs now' the grin on my father's face grew even wider. 'to late' I gave him a confused look. 'what do you...' I got stopped by the smack that my father gave me and before I knew it I was on the ground being hit by a monster. 'please stop you're hurting me' I muttered while a gush of blood came in my mouth. 'I DON'T CARE you need to pay for what you did' he shouted whilst he still kept punching me over and over again.

By now everything happened in a blur. I tried my best to keep my eyes open and not fall in a black hole. I saw my father raise his fist again, and he hit me. I couldn't fight it anymore, I closed my eyes slowly and let myself drown in the black hole.

Santana's P.O.V.

I grabbed the keys out of my pocket, opened the door and got inside. God I really hope that Brittany is going to be okay. 'mija is that you?' it was my mom. 'yes it's me.' I put my bag down and walked to the kitchen to see my mom sitting at the kitchen table. 'so how was your day?'

'it was okay' I replied. 'is everything okay mija? You seem a bit down' I shrugged my shoulders. 'has it something to do with Puck?' what the fuck is she talking about. The confusion must have been written all over my face because my mom continued. 'uhm Puck your boyfriend. Did he hurt you? I swear to god if hurt you' oh shit that's right I told my mom that I was dating Puck. 'no mom he didn't hurt me' my mom nodded slowly. 'good, but if you don't have relationship trouble then what else is on your mind?' I shrugged my shoulders again. 'just a long day at school I guess, but what's for dinner?'

'we're having some people over from your dad's work so I am making lots of smaller typical Spanish dishes' I nodded. 'okay I'll go get changed then' my hummed in response and I went upstairs. I opened my closet and looked for something nice to wear. I grabbed my light-blue ripped skinny jeans a black t-shirt and over that a flannel. When I closed my door I heard the bell. 'I'll get it' my mom said. Whilst my mom opened the door for the guests I went into the living room. I sat down on the couch and I straightened my flannel.

'please make yourselves at home whilst I get the food ready' I turned around on the couch to greet the guests. 'ah you must be Alexandro Lopez's daughter Santana' I nodded in response and shook his hand. 'well I am max St. James and this is my wife Laura St. James' my eyes widened. Did I hear him right did he just say St. James. 'oh and this is my son Jesse St. James you might know him. He also goes to McKinley' seriously from all people it had to be them. 'well hello Santana. this is going to be a great night'. Jesse said with one of the most devilish smiles I have ever seen in my entire life. 'so you guys know each other?' Jesse nodded in response. 'we have glee club and a few classes together' I added.