Santana Lopez and the new girl

Part 11- merry fucking christmas

**this chapter contains a rape scene so I just wanted to warn you, I don't want to upset anyone or anything, so please just don't read if you think you may get upset**

Blinding light flooded into my room, as the sound of my curtains opening woke me up. I groaned and rolled over, sheltering my eyes from the brightness. I felt my mom sit next to me on my bed, and her hand rested on my head. "Wake up honey, it's christmas." She whispered, but I only answered with another groan and curled myself up into a tighter ball. I heard her laugh softly. Her hand moved and brushed a strand of hair from my face, "C'mon, it's getting late."
I managed to open my eyes slightly and look at my clock. 10:45.
"Urgghhhh!" I groaned, enthusiastically, sitting up.
"We have to be at Gran's in like 3 hours, so we better get moving."

Somehow she managed to drag me out of bed and pull me down the stairs. We opened our presents, and I fixed a fake smile on my face for the majority of the time. I started getting ready at about quarter to 12, and Santana called me at about half past.
"Hey gorgeous! Merry Christmas." I answered.
"And merry Christmas to you too." She replied enthusiastically. I moved to my bed and sat down.
"So what's up?" I asked, lying down and flicking my legs into the air. "Had a good Christmas so far?"
"Okay I guess." I couldn't help but smile, as the conversation went on. We could speak for hours without a break in between. We had only been speaking for about 20 minutes though, when I heard my dog going crazy, meaning someone was at the door. I heard rushed footsteps going down the stairs as soon as the knock came. My mom opened the door. Nothing was said for a couple of delayed seconds then....
"John!?" My dad's name... My mom didn't sound happy, not at all, I think she was just as shocked as I am right now.
"Santana..." I said down the phone, cutting her off in the mid sentence of whatever she was saying. "I'll umh... I'll call you back." I said before quickly hanging up, without even saying goodbye. I creeped slowly to my door, careful not to make a sound. I couldn't hear my dad. Maybe it wasn't even him.
"What the fuck are you doing here!?" My mom sounded a little angry now.
"Jennifer..." My body went rigid. That was definitely my dad. My ears started ringing, but I could still hear everything. "I'm sorry." LIAR! What the fuck was this actually about!? We haven't seen him in two years and now he shows up and says he's sorry!? My mom hesitated.
"John what the hell is this about!? I haven't seen you in two whole years! What are you here for." I guess she was thinking the same thing as me. He hesitated now.
"You. Annie. I should never have left." Just hearing my name come from his mouth have me goosebumps. I heard footsteps as they walked away from the front door. Their voices began to fade.
"John, just tell me why in hell you are here and this will be over quicker." And then I was cut off as a door closed behind them. I shut my eyes tight, trying to process what had just happened. My back slumped against the doorframe as i struggled for breath and began to feel sick.
The phone on my bedside table caught my eye, and I thought of the only thing to do that wouldn't end in catastrophe. I walk slowly over to my bed and sit down, the sickness in my stomach was getting worse and I was starting to feel dizzy and nauseous. Black spots flooded my vision as I groped for my phone. I had Santana on speed dial, so I just clicked call and listened to the phone ring, already starting to get my breath back. She answered after two rings, sounding slightly worried.
"Annie?" A tear escaped from my eyelid, rolling down my cheek.
"Santana." I whispered, worried that my dad might hear me.
"Annie why are you whispering? What's going on?" She sounded worried, but just hearing her voice sent more tears rolling down my cheeks. "Do you want me to come over?"
"No! Don't come over. Do not come over okay?" I raised my voice a little, but not enough for them to hear me from downstairs.
"Annie whats going on?" My breath was catching again and I felt like I was going to have a panic attack.
"My dad-" i caught my breath. "My dads back." I heard her take a shocked breath and then hesitate. Thinking.
"Oh my god Annie! What are you gonna do?" I heard a door open. Downstairs. Someone was yelling and there were hurried footsteps making their way down the hall, towards the foot of the stairs. I ran to my bathroom and locked myself in, curling up into a ball, finding it hard to breath. I felt my phone in my hand and realised it was no longer pressed against my ear.
"Santana." I managed to squeeze out im between rattled breaths. The footsteps were now on the landing, and they were almost at my door.
"Annie what's going on? Are you okay? Just breath okay, I love you! Take deep breaths and clear your mind. Can you tell me what's going on?" She was pretending to be calm.
"He's upstairs." I heard my bedroom door open. A small, high-pitched cry escaped my lips.
"Annie, oh my god, where are you now?" Footsteps in my room now. I could here my moms desperate pleas. They had obviously just had an argument; she was angry. I could hear her screaming things like "leave her alone!" And "she's not here!". He was looking for me.
"He's in my room." I forced out, im between whimpers. The door handle started to rattle. I was hysterical now, and I knew they could here me.
"Fucking liar!" I heard his deep voice, angry now. The handle stopped rattling and I heard a bit of commotion, before my moms blood curdling scream filled the air and I was paralysed.
"ANNIE!?" I remembered I was still on the phone to Santana, but I was frozen. The rattling started again, before a loud pounding; he was trying to kick the door down. I dropped my phone, no longer paralysed. My body was coursing with anger and adrenaline, and I knew what I had to do. I walked over to the door, feeling like I was in a movie. The pounding had a kind of rhythm to it. "1" brief pause "2"..."3", i rested my hand on the handle "4". I unlocked the door. "5." I held the handle down and "6." I jumped away as quick as I could, as he burst through the door, falling in a heap on the bathroom floor. I couldn't help but laugh a little; my plan had worked. But soon I remembered what I was doing and ran as fast as I could, across the landing and down stairs. I thought my mom would be in my room, but she wasn't. I wondered briefly were she was, worry sweeping over me, before I burst out of my room, sprinting down the stairs. I was halfway down them, when something hard hit me in the back, shooting pain down my spine. I tripped, falling all the way down to the bottom of the stairs, feeling every single step, as my head cracked against each one, my body twisting in all different directions. I almost blacked out, but somehow I managed to pull through and keep my eyes open. Get up! I thought to myself, biting down on the inside of my lip, the taste of blood forcing my brain to work faster. My ears were ringing and black spots flooded my vision, but somehow I managed to force myself to stand up. I just about had enough strength to get to the phone, when I felt a hand i.grab my shoulder. I cried out, and tried to pull away, but the grip was too strong. I felt it start to squeeze on my shoulder. I didn't know what he was trying to do at first, but then pain shot down my arm and through my body, forcing me to the floor, and I realised; pressure points. All of my energy was drained, and I just went limp. I was still sobbing, and my breath had been almost completely knocked out of my body when I had fallen down the stairs. My body twisted around to face him as he yanked me upwards, standing me up. We made eye contact and just stared. I tried my hardest to look strong, and plastered a look of disgust on my face but, given my hysterical state, it must have looked pretty pathetic.
"What the fuck!?" He asked me, seeming genuinely shocked. I just looked him dead in the eyes and spat. He flinched slightly and wiped his forehead with his sleeve, cursing under his breath. I felt his grip tighten, and winced slightly, but tried to remain strong.
"I'm your farther! Treat me with a little respect!" What the fuck was even going on right now? I haven't seen him in two years, and now he's staring me right in the face, holding me against a wall with my mother knocked out somewhere upstairs. Has he gone genuinely insane?
"What the fuck are you doing here!?" I asked trying to keep my cool. I jerked to the side quickly, trying to escape, but he just pulled me forwards slightly and slammed me back against the wall.
"I love you! You're my daughter! You should be happy to see me!" I think he has actually gone insane! I think to myself as I stare my farther in the face.
"Happy to see you!?" I laughed, despite the situation. "Happy to see you! You put me through years of fucking misery! I was glad when you finally left! Oh god I was so glad! Why would I be happy to see you? I hid from you! Then you fucking burst the door down! What the actual fuck are you doing here!?" I spat again, but this time he just stared at me, not moving, not showing emotion, just staring. Then he did something strange; he let go of me. I found it hard to stand up, as nausea took over my body. I just stared at him, completely in shock. But he wasn't interested in me.... He was too busy undoing his belt and pants. It took me a couple seconds to register what was going on, but when I did I made a move to run, fear coursing through my veins. It failed of course though; the strength and speed of a psycho is insane, now I know what that means. I was in a short, navy blue pencil skirt (which was no use at this point anyway as it had risen up completely from all of the falling and running I'd done) and a black, net shirt which completely played against me at this point. He grabbed me by the top of my skirt, yanking me back whilst, at the same time, pulling the skirt halfway down my legs. At this point I just couldn't fight back, not even try to scream for help, I had no energy anymore. My eyes were focused on a point of the kitchen floor, avoiding everything that was going on; Trying to do what I do best, zone out of the world, was getting pretty hard at this point. I flinched as I felt his fingers slide up my leg and rip a hole in my tights at my hip, but my eyes didn't move, I was still focused. I could feel some of my energy come back as the black spots that flooded my vision disappeared. His hands were now slowly pulling my underwear and tights down my legs. I was all out of tears at this point and my breathing was somehow back to normal, but my mind was screaming at me and my body ached and I could feel every single bruise and cut, each one just as bad as the other. My skirt, tights and underwear were off now and I was just sat in a shirt. I think he might have said something at this point, but I was too focused on my point on the floor, and it was actually working. It wasn't working enough though. Not when his penis went inside me. I felt bile rise in my throat and every inch of my body went rigid. My eyes were blinking quickly, causing me to lose focus. Every single thrust was worse than the last. My eyes were flicking around the room now. His hands rested on my hips now, causing me to flinch again. I heard him groaning in pleasure, I could feel his penis inside of me, going up and down, I could feel his hands on my hips, gripping them tight. I was afraid, oh so afraid. I was disgusted. So disgusted it actually made me sick and I would do anything to get out of this situation. His grip on my hips tightened, lifting me up and holding me against his body. I had no thoughts anymore. Nothing. The situation was so horrible, that I just couldn't think anymore. All I could do was feel. Feel my body getting forced up against his, up and down. His pelvis was thrusting me up and down over and over again, while he groaned in pleasure. Finally I passed out. Black clouded my vision, my body went limp and I was finally released from this horrible, grotesque, sickening situation. Just black now, no thoughts just black. Who was to tell when I wake up? Or where? Or what would be happening when I did. Would my dad be arrested? Is my mom dead? Will someone find us? The answer is i don't know. I don't know and I'm not afraid, because all I see is black, and my mind has shut off completely.