Day Dream, english translation

Chapter 8 : I wanna be with you... And nothing else.

Pov Quinn

I tried in vain to fight but my attacker seemed bigger and stronger than me. I bit the hand that kept me from speaking. A very familar voice cried out.

Brittany : Ow ! It hurts Quinn, already that I have trouble keeping you, don't complicate it !

Quinn (suprise) : Brittany ?! Can I know why are you doing this ?

Santana appeared in front of me, I didn't know if her look was furious or worried, surely a mixture of the two.

Santana : I asked her, I knew that I could never have mastered you alone, there is only Britt who is more muscular than you, and I did not see myself involving other people in this discussion, there would have been gossip.

Quinn : What discussion ?

Santana : The one we're going to have right away. Britt, over to you.

Brittany moved aside now, while Santana was dangerously close to my back and my lock. As soon as I understood what she was going to do to me, I began to struggle and try to get out of the grip of Brittany who seemed determined to let the latina take my top off.

Santana (annoyed by my behavior): Oh it's good Q ! Let yourself go, I'm not going to rape you either !

Quinn (still struggling) : Have you ever been told that your jokes are really bad taste ?

Santana (laughing) : I was never told anything else about my humor. I find it very well !

My best friend took advantage of my distraction to completely remove my uniform. I simply heard the noise of my top falling to the ground and a religious silence following it, Santana must have seen my back. Brittany finally decided to let me go to join her girlfriend, she uttered a cry, horrified by what she saw. The same vision as what I had shown Rachel, of full sandstone this time. I dropped onto one of the changing room benches. I felt pain in my left cheek, the trace of Santana's hand was clearly visible.

Santana : Why ?

Her voice was broken, fine tears ran down her cheeks. Brittany looked at me, she had tears in her eyes. Santana's voice hardens.

Santana : Why didn't you tell us about it ? Didn't you trust us or what ?

Quinn : I know you San!  You would have darkened head down, I do not want that you are hurt you and Brittany !

Santana : How long has it been going on ?

Quinn : One mounth.

I got a second slap from the latina, who would have put a third slap on me if Britt hadn't kept it. Silent tears had started to roll down my cheeks and refused to stop. Several minutes passed, we just heard Santana's sobs. The latter sat down next to me and put a hand on my cheek, her voice was softer.

Santana : You have to do something Q, it can't go on.

Quinn (bowing her head, ashamed): I know.

Santana : But this is not the time for discussion, sweetheart, will you pass me the ointment that is in my bag please ?

Brittany handed a jar of cream to her half, she kissed me on the cheek and asked me to turn my back on her and San. I felt the hands of my best friend pass gently over my bruises, I let out a little moan of pain.

Santana : Am I hurting you ?

Quinn : No, it's okay keep going.

She took care of each wound before handing me my top. I put it on quickly, I dared not look at my friends forever, embarrassed. Brittany finally broke the silence.