Trauma.

Chapter nine.

Hey guys! I told you I wouldn't be gone long!

So, I just finished this chapter and I know that I've missed the last two(?) Saturdays, so, I thought I would post this early.

TRIGGER WARNING for mentioned past abuse.

So, I hope you all enjoy!

Chapter nine.

Santana's PoV.

Sebastian dozed off for the first half hour of the trip to McKinley. I guess that the adrenalin of being in his situation had worn off, and he fell asleep from all of the lost energy. Either way, he was awake and watching the trees and fields rush past us as we took twisting back roads to Lima.

"No offense," Seb began as he continued to look out the window. I tried not to chuckle at him starting a sentence like that. The sophomore I had known only a few months ago would have never cared wether or not if I took offense of something he said, he would have done it again, and again. "But Ohio is boring." He finished, then looked over at me.

I shrugged as I pulled up to a stop sign. We were on a small, relatively unknown country road. "None taken." I said, then drove through the intersection and waved to the guy in the truck on the left side of the road. "Before you ask, I don't know him. But anyways, I was born in the living room of my house in the middle of a snow storm, and we never left Lima Heights. I mean, we've gone on vacation before, but Ohio is the only home I've ever known, Seb."

Seb nodded, then sighed as he looked back out the window. His chestnut hair was a bit longer than it was the last time I had seen him, and the front had gotten loose from the gel and fell into his eyes. He looked so calm, so gentle, not at all the hostile boy I had met so many months ago. "There's only one place in this whole world that I can call my home." He said. He sounded so sad when he said it.

"Where?" I asked as I reached over and grabbed his hand. I knew that he came to Ohio from Florida, and that he was born and partially raised in France, but it made me wonder what he really called home.

He squeezed my hand. His hand was so soft and it was small in comparison to other hands that I had held. "It was maman's." He told me. "It was a small house in the French countryside, my grandmother and grandfather lived with us. We would cook breakfast and dinner together, and my grandmother would always complain about our neighbors. I took it for granted.."

I stayed quiet for a moment. The house sounded amazing, so did the family. I wondered what Seb was like back then, was he the jerk I had met a few months ago? Or the kinder kid I had met after the accident. "Why did you leave?" I asked.

Seb sighed. "My grandparents were old. They should have been in a nursing home, but my maman was a nurse so she took care of them. Maman hated nursing homes and wanted a better ending for them than dying away from home." He said. "Then maman got cancer."

I looked over at him, but his expression was unreadable. I didn't know what he was feeling. "What happened?" I asked. He has told me what had happened to his mom, but if he was opening up, I wanted to know everything.

Sebastian ran a hand through his hair, messing up his gelled perfection as he did. "She fought for five months, but it was too aggressive.." He said, then sniffled. "She died, my grandparents went to nursing homes, and I went to live with the man I knew nothing about."

I looked over at him again, this time there were tears glistening in his eyes. I felt so sorry for Seb, it wasn't fair that he had been made to go through that.

When I stayed quiet, he continued. "I was the product of a drunken one night stand, not that many people care these days. But I had never met my dad before. Maman never talked about him, and I never asked." He explained as he leaned back. "I was shipped off to the crazy city of Paris, to an even crazier dad."

"Then what happened?" I asked. We were almost in Lima at this point, and I wanted to get everything I could out of the kid.

Sebastian frowned and crossed his arms. "My dad was a criminal defense lawyer, a lot of his clients were people who had been arrested and charged with abuse." He said, and I wondered what this had to do with the story. "He was curious to see what it was like to do that to someone, and I was his tiny ten year old mistake."

I could barely breathe. I couldn't believe someone would do that to their son. "Don't give me your pity." He told me before I could even open my mouth. "I don't want it."

I nodded quickly, then sighed. I didn't want to think about what had happened to Seb, it was too evil. My parents swore that they would never raise their hand against me, they had always treated me kindly, even when I was in trouble. To think that someone like Seb went through that, it hurt.

I turned into the parking lot and parked my car, then looked over at Sebastian and grabbed his hands. "Look, I can't change whatever he did to you, but I promise that as long as I know you, I will never let him hurt you again." I told him. Seb meant so much to me at this point, that I couldn't lose him to the evil, male contributor of sperm that made Seb.

Sebastian looked up at me and flashed a small half smile. "Thanks, Tana." He said.

I shrugged, then turned off the car. "Don't mention it." I replied as I opened my car door. "Lets go inside."

So, Sebastian's past is coming out and Santana's becoming increasingly protective. Please vote and comment! I would love to know what you think!

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