Santana Lopez and the new girl

Part 12- waking up

I managed to force my eyes open, despite the throbbing in them. There was a pounding in my temples, and when the light of the room flooded my vision, a white hot pain shot through my eyes, taking control of my whole head and forcing them to shut again. I heard voices, but I couldn't make out who it was because there was a ringing in my ears. The voices died down, then a small bang sounded and it felt almost like a gunshot. It must have been the door closing. I didn't recognise the bed I was lying on, it felt a lot firmer than mine or anyone's I knew. The light of the room was to artificial and white to be a normal house as well. I noticed someone was holding my hand and forced my eyes to open again. Pain shot through my skull, but I managed to keep them open this time. There were three people in the room, but my eyes weren't adjusting.
"Mom?" I asked, my voice wavy and cracking.
"You're awake." I recognised my mothers voice. She sounded relieved but also very distant. Her hand squeezed mine and my mind started to race. Where am I? What am I doing here?
"What happened?" I asked, hardly getting it out. My eyes where almost completely focussed now. They darted around the room, and I noticed Santana and Tina, both asleep in the same chair, at the other end of the room. A tear rolled down my cheek at the sight of two of the people I love the most, so innocently sleeping, waiting for me. My mom brushed some hair off my face and I looked at her. Her face was red and patchy and she had bags under her eyes. I felt like I had a memory block, I couldn't remember anything from the previous day. Wait how long has i actually been asleep here? "Mom?" I asked, starting to worry about it. She just looked at me, trying her hardest not to look upset, but a lone tear escaped and made its way down her cheek.
"That doesn't matter now." She said, her big brown eyes looking into mine as she stroked my face. "Just go back to sleep." Something stirred on the other side of the room. My mom looked up, smiling. I turned my head, slowly though, because it shot pain down my neck, to the bottom of my spine. Someone was now sat on the bed, next to me. My eyes slowly moved from their hips, up their back and settled on her face. Those deep almost-black brown eyes staring into my tired ones. Her perfect face had a tint of sadness to it, with small bags under her eyes and her skin didn't seem to glow like it usually did.
"Santana." I whispered, feeling my mom let go of my hand. My headache seemed to be clearing now, and the throbbing was slowly fading from the back of my eyelids.
"Annie." She whispered back, smiling slightly. Her hand moved to my face and rested on my temples, tracing circles on them with her finger. I closed my eyes, even just her touch made me feel so much better in seconds.
"I'll go get us all some coffee." My moms voice was soft and it brought me back to reality. I opened my eyes and watched her leave. The door feeling more like a plastic pellet rather than a bullet this time. My headache was dying down, but my memory still wasn't returning. I felt santana's finger tracing the outside of my face, down my jawline. I looked her in the eyes, reminding myself of just how much i loved her.
"Santana..." I whispered, holding back tears. The strange thing was I didn't know why I was crying. She looked right back at me, I could tell she was holding back tears as well. She had now traced all the way down from my temple, to my chin and was making her way back up again, sending shivers through my body. "What am I doing here? What happened?" I wanted to know so bad, but at the same time I didn't. Her finger had made its way back to my chin, brushing my face with the back of her hand at the same time as well. It moved upwards and rested on my cracked, dry lips, stroking them. A single tear drop made its way down her cheek, and I watched it as it made its path down her face, she didn't say anything, just looked at me.
"It was bad wasn't it?" My voice was cracking and my whisper was so quiet that I'm not sure if she even heard me.
"Try your hardest-" her voice cracked, but she swallowed it down. "Please just try your hardest not to remember for as long as you can." No tears came this time, she just moved her body so that she was lying next to me, her head on my collar bone, and her arm over my stomach. I fell asleep quickly, having her here, lying next to me was so comforting, but I couldn't forget what she had said. It kept playing over and over again in my head, "try your hardest not to remember for as long as you can." What did she mean? What could be so bad that it put me in hospital, and my girlfriend was telling me not to remember?
BAM! I was awake, my eyes flying open, my lungs gasping for air. I felt sweat on my forehead, and under my arms. My headache was gone and my vision was clear almost immediately. I saw that my mom, Santana and Tina were all sat at the end of my bed looking at me, with concerned looks on their faces. My mind was racing, I remember having a bad dream, but all of the details were faded into one and it was just a blur. frustration took over me as I tried to remember. I remembered running. Yes I ran, down the stairs. Then I tripped. No. I was pushed. No that's still wrong. I remember trying to hide. Someone was looking for me. I remember hearing my mom's scream from my hiding place. I remember a man. Yes there was a man. He was... He was doing horrible things for me and I remember trying to escape. But I couldn't. No, I blacked out. I think it was the fall? Yes maybe it was because of the fall. But none of that mattered, I just needed to remember his face... The man. My eyes darted around the room as I tried to remember, and I felt the three of them watching me, but I took no notice and focussed on remembering. I went over all of the events but his face was still blurred. I remember him looking at me as I spat at him. His eyes the same shade as mine, his hair the same jet black, his stubbly beard so familiar, and his voice so shrill, with so many bad memories attached to it. I remember his voice so well. I used to hear it mixed with my mothers, both yelling from downstairs. I remember it so angry as he stumbled through the front door when he was drunk. I remember it, so harsh as he shouted at me, his palm connecting with my cheek. But most of all I remember it cursing me and my mother as he stormed out of the door, and never coming back. Not until yesterday... Or whatever day it was. I remember those eyes, that hair, that beard, that shrill, ugly voice. I remember my father....
"He came back." I whispered to myself. I looked at the three people at the end of my bed, strangers to me at this point. "He came back!" I cried, looking at them all separately. "My dad..." Tears streamed down my face. "He came back!" I said as my mothers arms rapped around me, my tears completely soaking her coat. I rocked in her arms, just repeating those words. "He came back!" I remember everything, and the tears just kept coming. "He came back mom! He came back!"
"Shhh." Her voice was soothing and it calmed me down a little. "I know he did sweetie." Her voice trailed off a little. "I know he did." She whispered, almost to herself.

** this was a really short chapter I know🙈😫 but I'm having a bit of trouble thinking of ideas I mean the other chapter was really dramatic so idk🙊 anyway hope you enjoyed it😆**

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