Santana's POV
"What are you doing in there?" My dad yelled drunkenly from the couch. I was in the kitchen microwaving some leftovers for him that he told me to make. I don't bother arguing with him anymore.
"Coming," I said, getting the plate and a cup of water and bringing it over to the couch. Suddenly, I felt my foot get caught on a piece of pulled up carpet. Crap.
The plate went flying, landing with a crash on the floor. the cup rolled onto the floor, and water coated the floor. I steadied myself and when I looked up, a pair of eyes identical to mine hovered over me. The eyes averted to the floor and his hand pointed towards the mess on the floor.
"What the hell is this?" He growled, his breath steaming onto my forehead. My eyes welled up and my brown orbs stared into his.
"I'm- I'm sor-," my voice was cut off my his strong hand connecting with my cheek. I stumbled back, and my mom emerged out of the bathroom.
"What are you doing Jorge?" She asked, her voice shaking and her eyes glued to his hand.
"She broke a plate. She deserves this." His voice boomed, and his hand grabbed my wrist, squeezing it. He pushed me back and slammed me against the wall, making the house shake.
"Jorge! NO!" My mom yelled, lunging herself at his back, trying to pull him off of me. He kicked her shins, making her fall to the floor in a heap. She sobbed and looked at me, making her cry more looking at the fear in my eyes as I stared at death in the eye.
My dad pushed his knee into my stomach at the same time as his fist met my cheek. He kept punching, and punching, until he couldn't punch anymore. I had passed out before I saw him move over to my cowering mother.
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I lay in my bed, scared to move one muscle. Once my dad stops and realizes what he's doing, he apologizes and apologizes. He had carried me into my bedroom and tucked me in, repeating the words 'lo siento' over and over again.
It was eight o'clock in the morning, and I hadn't even bothered to get up yet. My mom texted Brittany's mom, telling her I couldn't take her to school the next day. My mom is better than me. She is up and moving, placing ice packs on my body as I shivered under her touch. I had stripped down to my bra and underwear because of the cold-sweats.
I was peppered in dark purple bruises from head to toe. My mom had a cut on the side of her face, but that's really all. She's much stronger than I am.
He left this morning after telling my mom that he wasn't coming back for a couple weeks. He doesn't want to hurt us anymore.
Ms. Pillsbury had called my mom, and explained what happened yesterday. My mom just hung up.
I think she thinks I'm in a coma or something. I'm awake, but my eyes are closed tight. She's been praying over and over again, and I feel her hand on my stomach, rubbing lightly over the bruises and her tears splash on my skin. I want to open my eyes, and hug her, but I just can't. I don't have the energy.
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Quinn's POV
"Where's Santana?" I whispered to Brittany, who was sitting two desks away from me. She shrugged.
"She didn't pick me up this morning."
"Yeah, I know, I did."
"Oh, right."
I rolled my eyes and stared at the ceiling, waiting for the end of the day to come.
Finally, 2:45 rolls around, and Brittany and I head to the choir room together. We enter and everyone's sitting around the piano really close, whispering about something.
"What are you guys talking about?" I asked, making my way to the group.
"Didn't you hear? Apparently Santana's pregnant."
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Santana's POV
My mom had left for work around ten. When twelve o'clock rolled around, I finally brought myself to pick up my phone on the nightstand next to me. My eyes strained at the fourteen messages, five Instagram DMs, and fifty-six snapchats. Most from glee club idiots. And Puck.
Suddenly, the phone vibrated in my hand. It was Puck.
"Hello?" I croaked, clearing my throat.
"Are you pregnant?" The voice echoed on the other end of the line.
"Not that I know of?" I said, my eyebrows furrowing.
"Well, somehow the whole school thinks you're pregnant. Is it mine at least?"
"Puck, I'm not pregnant. I'm just not feeling good." I sat up slightly, wincing.
"Yeah, okay. See ya tomorrow. It better be mine."
I hung up the phone and stared at the wall. Holy. Crap.
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believe in me | santana x brittany
Fanfiction. . . Santana Lopez has been keeping a secret hidden for years. She hasn't even told her best friend, Brittany, who's stood by her since they were seven years old. When she joins the school's Glee club, she finds out that people are more accepting t...
