Summary: My head is a mess. My life is a mess. My name is Santana and I am a "victim", a "survivor", I was some crazy man's prey. I'm not just me anymore, not since that night. I was independent, strong willed and easy going. He took that away from me. I flinch at the hugs from my little sister and the kisses from my mom. I am constantly looking over my shoulder waiting for him to follow through with his promise: If I tell anyone; I die. - Very AU

A/N This story is rated M for a reason, this first chapter is very graphic and may contain triggers. I do not own Glee in anyway. This is my first story and it is AU. I want to thank my amazing friend Beaner008 for her continuous support and help, if any of your readers haven't already then you most definitely need to check out her stories, especially Open Wounds. Without further adieu, please enjoy and let me know what you think!

Chapter 1

My alarm blared through my room jolting me from my dream, bringing me back to reality. I slam my hand down on the clock, catch my breath and let out a grumble, "6:00 A.M. already?" I'm talking to no one but myself, "It should be illegal to be awake this early in the morning." I slowly sit up and rub the sleep from my eyes. That is when I notice her, my little sister curled up next to me. I almost forgot she had climbed into my bed last night from a scary dream.

I love watching her sleep. Her long brown hair gently falls over her peaceful face and her little feet barely pop out from under her long nightgown our mom gave her last Christmas. She sure is a pain in the ass when she wants to be, but somehow she always gets me to give her exactly what she wants.

"You can sleep through anything huh, boo?" I whisper into her ear as I pull my comforter over her sleeping form "I love you, Rach." After I've tucked in my little sister I head for my bathroom to start the awful process of getting ready for school.

My sister and I are like night and day. We are full blood sisters yet we couldn't be any more different. She is so sweet and innocent, and I… well I am not. She loves school and learning and I just go for the social aspect of it all, well that and my mom would kill me if the principle calls and says I skipped anymore classes. Rachel loves the arts and I love cheering on sports. She plays with her dolls still and I find my own guys I play Barbie with. Looking into the mirror makes me groan, I have quite a bit of work to do before the morning rush starts. Unlike my angelic sister, my hair is matted into a messy bun that resembles a bird's nest on the side of my head. My eyes are red and completed with intense dark bags underneath. Last night's mascara that I forgot to take off somehow managed to smudge across my whole face. The morning breath taste in my mouth is disgusting. "Waking up sucks. You look like a train hit you," I say to my reflection. I often talk to myself. My mom and sister always pick on me for this, but bad habits die hard right?

…...

Once I am all showered and refreshed I throw on my cheerleading uniform and put makeup on my face. Once that is done I throw my hair back into a tight pony tail as required by our coach and make my way to the kitchen.

"Santana, you need to take shorter showers. You waste so much water! Do you realize how bad that is for the environment?" My sister is sitting at the island now eating a bowl of cereal, swinging her legs back and forth on the stool.

"Yea, yea yea good morning to you too Rachel," I reply as I begin to fill the coffee pot with water.

"San, I am being serious! How many times do I have to show you all of the statistics? I think we should implement a 4 minute shower rule in this house so we can do our part to save the environment for ourselves and the future generations that follow us."

"Rachel, boo, it is 6:45 A.M. I have not had my coffee yet, can we please save the 'save the world' conversations for a better time? Or else I am going to implement a rule that says 'no talking before the sun comes up or the big sister has finished her cup of coffee, whichever comes first'.' Comprede?"

"But, I-" My sister was about to object when my mom entered the room.

"Girls, come on none of this this morning please. Boo, is your lunch packed? San did you make me a cup of coffee as well by any chance? That smells incredible." My mom is a pediatrician and a co-owner of her own practice, and is beautiful. She always is so elegant and under control. She has been this way ever since I can remember, even when our dad passed away suddenly after Rachel's birth. Shelby Lopez should be given the super woman, mom and doctor award. She walked up to Rachel and tied a ribbon into her pony tail while planting a soft kiss on the top of her head before turning to me.

"I packed her a hearty lunch last night, and here is your cup of warm yummy coffee, my wonderful mother," I give a cheeky smile in return.

My mom and sister both shoot me a look. "Sanny wants something, Mama, she's using positive adjectives in her vocabulary at 6:45 A.M."

"San, you aren't that smooth ya know? Your eight year old sister can see straight through you, what do you want?" My mom placed her hand on her hip as she sipped her coffee. Hand on the hip means business, me and my sister learned this years ago. It was time for me to tread lightly.

"Well, I was just giving you a compliment because you are an awesome mother and I don't think we tell you enough-" I was cut off again.

"Santana…" My mother warned.

"Ok, ok ok! Thanks Rach," I shoot a fake glare at my sister who gives an obnoxious smile back. "Well Ma, you see… Puck is having a party tonight for his birthday at his house. Being his girlfriend and all I kind of need to be there. I was wondering if I might possibly be allowed to... staythenightoverthere since it probably won't end until pretty late." I continue quickly not giving my mom the chance to object quite yet, "Plus, he lives 2 minutes away from school too, so the next morning we can wake up later and make it to school on time."

My mother's response was not what I expected. Her laughing at me while nudging me with her elbow, like I was making a joke or something.

Finally, she took a breath, composed herself and responded. "Let me get this straight. You want to not only go to a party on a school night, but spend the night out as well? At your boyfriend's house. A boy who refers to himself as 'Puck' or 'Puckzilla'. I'm assuming his parents won't be there, since he acts like he was raised by wolves. Is it also safe to assume that there will be underage drinking involved? Where would you sleep my lovely daughter?"

I paused and thought carefully about which question I wanted to answer, "The guest bedroom was cleaned out so I could sleep in it."

Another scoff, "Hun, I was not born yesterday. I was young once too. I'm sorry, Santana, but it is a school night. School night or no, you are not allowed to spend the night at 'Puck's' house under any circumstances, you are 16 years old. Besides, tonight is my late shift at the practice so I need you to pick up your little sister like you do every Tuesday night from ballet, and make sure she gets fed and finishes her homework before bedtime. So the answer is no, Santana. I'm sorry."

I sigh heavily, there is never fighting my mom. Once she makes a decision it is final. No ifs ands or buts. She gets "scary voice", as me and my sister call it, and everything that she says: goes. Her answer to my question was in scary voice. There was no fighting it. I used to get into fights and scream and yell and throw things, but I've learned that that just earns me a lot of time sitting in her office at work staring at the ceiling rather than going out doing what I want to do after school. Besides, I'm a teenager, I always know how to work the system, I just have to play my cards right.

"Ok Ma, I hear you, I figured it was a long shot anyway. Never hurts to ask." I give a small laugh and then look back at my mom, "I'll just go to his other party he is throwing this weekend since you already gave me permission to attend that for bringing home straight A's on my report card again."

This seemed to catch my mom off guard, she blew out a breath I'm sure she didn't realize she was holding and smiled at me, a success in my book, "I am so proud of you my daughter. This weekend will work out much better, thank you for not giving me a hard time on this this morning, I really appreciate it." However, my mom's sincerity almost killed me; I had to get out quick if I was still planning on breaking her rules and going to Puck's.

"Don't get all mushy on me Ma, it's no big deal. Rach are you all ready for school? We gotta leave now to drop you off so I can get to my early morning practice on time. Coach makes us run laps for every minute we are late, I'm not about to do that again." I walked over and gave my mom a hug and a kiss on her cheek, grabbed the car keys and my duffel bag and ushered Rachel out of the house as soon as she said bye to our mom.

…...

Once we were in my car reversing out of the drive way my sister caught my eye in my rearview mirror, "So who is going to be picking me up from dance today, Quinn or Brittany? Are you going to remember to give them money to buy me food this time?"

"I'm insulted Rach. I always take care of my little sister don't I?" I responded with a smirk.

"Last time you forgot." My little sister huffed from the back seat.

I rolled my eyes, "Ok, one time. How many times are you gonna make me say sorry?" When I got no response from her I continued, "Rachel, I REALLY want to go to Puck's party. Technically he turns 18 at midnight and I want to be there for that. You'll understand when you are my age, but can you please help a sister out? Pretty please with a cherry on top? You'd be the best sister in the whole world! I would-"

"Geez, ok! Ok! I was only trying to give you a hard time. I am a big girl now, as long as I get a ride home from dance that is all I care about. I can do my homework and put myself to bed. But let's get down to the serious stuff," She paused and smiled her mischievous smile at me into my mirror, "How much are you going to pay me to keep this from Mom? I'm thinking $20.00 is more than fair."

I couldn't help but smile back at my sister. Maybe we were more alike than I give her credit for, "Twenty it is. I'll get Britt to pick you up and bring you home on her way to the party."

I felt like school lasted longer than normal today. The teachers all talk to themselves with their backs facing the class as they write nonsense on the boards and the student body just seems to be getting more and more annoying as the years go on. Not having my boyfriend at school is always a drag but since he skips more frequently than he attends I should be used to it by now. I figured he wouldn't show up on his "birthday eve", I wouldn't either if I knew that it wouldn't get back to my mother.

Now that the final bell rang releasing us all from the hell hole also known as McKinley High School it was time to get down to business. I sent my friend Brittany a quick text reminding her to grab the thirty bucs I slipped into her locker for Rachel's dinner and bribe and thanked her again for being a life saver. Then I ran out to my car to wait for my best friend.

Finally the blonde broke through the crowd. I spotted her jogging towards my car. We have been best friends since second grade. We've been attached at the hip ever since we both tied for first place in the annual 2nd grade spelling bee. "Kickin' booty and taking names! Hi, I'm Quinn. Let's be friends!" She had said so simply to me as her congratulations. I laughed at the memory just as she arrived at my car, "Hey girl, you all set to go?"

"Hells yea! I have no clue what I'm wearing tonight so we have a lot of work to do." I responded as we peeled out of the school parking lot and headed to my house.

"So what is the game plan with project 'Escape Mama Lopez's wrath' this time? What did you tell her you were doing tonight so that you could come?" Quinn asked with raised eyebrows.

"Ha! Well, Britt is gonna grab Rachel from dance since the studio is on her way to the party and drop her off at my house. She cost me twenty bucs this time, the little shit is growing up and taking after me, gotta love that sister of mine." I giggled at the memory of the conversation with my sister earlier this morning. I continued, "So she is all taken care of. My mom won't get home from the practice until around 1:30 A.M., Tuesday's and Wednesday's she stays late to catch up on billing and crap. Since Puck told everyone the party starts at 6:00 P.M. I figured that will be more than enough time to get my drink on, mingle, give Puck his birthday gift," I wink at Quinn and she laughs as I continue, "and get home to pass out in my bed before mamacita even gets home. She'll think I was home the whole night. She'll never know."

"Damn S, look at you! You are so awesome with this. If sneaking around parents was a job you would be a professional and be makin' the big bucs!" Quinn playfully punched my arm. "So are you ready for the 'big show down'? You do have condoms right? Rule number one about sex: don't assume the guys will have them. Rule number two: ALWAYS use them, even though they always object."

"Quinn are you seriously going all 'mom' on me right now?" I giggle, "I'm a virgin, not stupid. It's not like I haven't done anything before, we've messed around. I've just been waiting for the perfect time, and Puck has been so great at not pushing it so I figured it would be a great birthday present for him. He is obviously looking forward to it. I know about condoms and don't you worry, I am totally prepared for it. I have condoms and booze packed in my duffel." I pull into the driveway of my house and we get out of the car.

"I know you aren't stupid San, I'm just attempting to be wise and shit since I'm more than knowledgeable in the subject. Plus, you are my person, I have to care and harass you, it is my job." She says as she playfully jabs me with her elbow and laughs as we head into my house. Time to get ready for the party.

We are teenage girls. Getting ready for a party is like getting ready for a royal wedding. We both took nearly 30 minute showers: primping, shaving and cleaning. We changed our outfits at least 10 times. We took another half hour to get our hair just right with the blow dryer, straightener and various products. Finally we both had our makeup bags emptied and spread out on my bathroom counter as we put on the final touches for the upcoming night. I finished my makeup faster than Quinn so I took the extra minutes to stand back and take in my final look in my full length mirror. I had to have it perfect. After all, tonight was going to be a big night!

My red dress was perfect. I've been working extra hard at practice the past few months in preparation for this dress. It is form fitting, shows off my cleavage excellently via tube top, drops down into a deep V in the back and stops mid-thigh. My mother would definitely not approve, but it isn't quite her approval I am searching for, so it serves its purpose. I put bright red lipstick on my lips to match my dress and make it all "pop" as Quinn said. My dark hair, I decided to wear down in loose curls to cover some of my exposed back and the beige heels I chose from my mother's closet added a good 4 inches to my height. I was ready. I was ready. The closer it got to the party, the more nervous I began to feel. Which is retarded right? I mean, it is just a normal party… the ending is just going to be a little different. No big. Right?

"Do you think if you stare at your reflection any longer it will change or something? What is going on? You look HOT! I told you the red lipstick was awesome!" I looked away from my reflection towards Quinn just as she refocused on her mirror to finish her mascara.

I let silence fill the room for a few seconds. What am I nervous about? I take a deep breath, "Can I ask you a question without you judging me or laughing?"

She pursed her lips together, "Depends, no promises on the no laughter though." She looks at my serious face and corrects herself, "You know I'm kidding, what is going on? I'm your best friend; I'll never judge you sweetie."

"I know. I don't know. I'm being silly. I just… sex is like this big thing you know? And I know at school I have a reputation of getting around and most guys probably assume I've had sex already but, what if I'm not as good at it as I am at… other things." I paused, "Does it….. Does it hurt?"

"San. Listen, it'll all be fine. I mean if you aren't ready then don't do it. Puck is a dick sometimes but he won't make you. Besides you could easily distract him with other activities, like you have been the past few months. For me, my first time wasn't as big of a deal as our parents make it out to be. And to answer your question, the first time… well it was… uncomfortable at first? I guess you would say? But you really just have to get through the first couple minutes and it will be awesome. I promise you." She smiled at me, "Would I ever steer you wrong? Plus, you guys are gonna be drinking, so that will calm some of your nerves. Trust me everything will be totally amazing. Stop worrying silly."

This made me feel so much better. Leave it to Quinn Fabray to get my ass in gear. I can totally do this. "Alright, alright. You are so right. I mean, look how hot I look right now," I laugh and continue, "I SO got this in the bag. Are you all set to go? It is six o'clock now so we gotta be leaving or Puck is gonna be blowing up my phone." I grab my keys.

"All set! Let's hit the road!" She walks over and looks at both of us in the mirror, her black dress making mine stand out even more. "Look at how awesome we look. This is gonna be so much fun!" She slapped my butt and walked out of my bedroom door towards the stairs.

"Ow!" I yelled after her, "I hate when you do that!" I turn off the lights to my room and grab my purse with the condoms and liquor. "Ok, Santana, let's do this," I mumble to myself, before I speed walk to catch up to my best friend. We pile into my car and head towards our destination.

…...

By the time we pull on to Puck's street it is already 6:30p.m. The party has only been happening for 30 minutes but by the looks of things you would think we were hours late. The sun was just starting to set as cooler weather started to come in. I had to park the car a couple houses down because Puck's house was already crammed with people. My boyfriend knows how to throw a party. I grab my purse and throw my keys in it as Quinn and I walk towards his house.

"So you are getting a ride home right? I have to leave around 1:00 a.m. absolute latest so I won't be able to drop you off anywhere" I say to my best friend.

"Girl, stop worrying will you? You know I'll find a guy to 'take me home' if you know what I mean," She says with a giggle.

I swat her arm playfully in response, "You are SO bad Quinn Fabray." As we walk up Puck's front walkway I notice how loud the music is. Good thing Puck's parents live in an area with limited neighbors. Good thing those neighbors are college kids. There would be no way in hell I would get away with playing music that loud in our neighborhood, old Mr. Jack, our next door neighbor, would definitely have the cops all over me by the time the first song would end. Loud music was blaring, kids lined the front porch letting out catcalls as Quinn and I strut towards the house, empty beer cans littered the front grass. This party was definitely popping. I couldn't wait to find my boyfriend.

Quinn saw one of her "buddies" on the side of the porch puffin a cigarette, she turned to me and grabbed my hand and smiled. "Alright tiger, you look HOT. Go get you some action. I'm gonna go over to Scott and see what he has to offer tonight," she smiled and winked at me as she kissed my cheek. "Get it girl!" She screamed over the music as she smacked my butt and strutted towards Scott.

I gave her a playful glare, refocused my attention to Puck's front door and headed in.

…...

Once I was inside I walked through the house saying 'hey' to all the people who were crammed into the crowded rooms and hallways, making my way to the back of the house. Puck was most likely in the den by the well-stocked bar. I clung onto my purse as I scooted between people trying my best not to get any drinks spilled on my dress before I even drink one myself. Everyone was screaming above the music trying to have conversations, everyone had a drink in their hand and was on the verge of getting sloppy. This was what I loved. I love partying. I finally got to the bar and found my boyfriend taking a shot with three of his best friends. I wrap my arms around his tight back and swing around so I am in front of him.

"Heeeeeeey! There is my baby! I was wonderin' when you would sssshow up!" He pulled me close to him so I could feel all his tight muscles against my body and pulled me into a long hot sloppy kiss. I could taste the tequila on his tongue.

I pulled back slowly with a smile on my face and take my thumb to wipe off my red lipstick from his mouth, "Hey sexy, Happy almost birthday."

Puck pulled me in tighter as he grabbed my ass. "You. You look soooooooo incredible baby!" he yelled above the music and smiled down at me before his head shot up to his friend next to him. He waved his arm around as he staggered into me a little, "Letsss get my girl a shot! She needsss to play catch up!" Puck was already starting to slur his words, I definitely was behind. I appreciated the cold overfilled shot glass that his friend Finn pushed into my hand.

"Here is to an awesome night with my awesome boyfriend!" I yell as we all clank our shots, sending drops of tequila all over the bar and floor. I love tequila. It burns so good as it travels down to your stomach. "Woo!" That was a huge shot, my lips were tingling. I pull Puck into another mini make out session, tasting the tequila on his breath again. This is what life is about. Partying, music, drinking and fun. This was going to be a great night.

Puck's house was hot before we started dancing, so thirty minutes and one more shot later I was dying. We decided to head over to the keg so Puck could show off how awesome he was at keg stands and I could get a nice cold cup of beer to cool me off. We passed Quinn making out with Scott in the hallway as we made our way to the keg. I couldn't help but giggle. Oh the days of being single. Just before we made it to the kitchen, where the kegerator was kept, my purse was knocked out of my hand for what felt like the hundredth time. Bad idea bringing it into the overcrowded party. I groaned in frustration. Stupid purse.

"Why don't you go put that shhhhhit in your carrr babe? Itsss getting on my nervessss." Puck's head bobbed as he talked. He was definitely drunk, but had a good point. "I'm gonna be overrr here by this wonderfulll beautiful piece of metal that holdssss allllllllllll my beer. Come find me laterrr whenever kay?"

I leaned up and kissed his lips, leaving my red lipstick behind this time. "Okay babe, will do. Be good! I'll be back," I winked as I turned and pushed my way through the crowd again towards the direction of my car.

I looked down at my cellphone when I got outside as I walked to my car, it was 7:02 P.M. So far so good. Rachel's dance class would be ending in fifteen minutes, so Britt should be getting here within the next hour. It will work out perfectly, when Britt gets here I'll take a shot with her and then I should be pretty good. I don't want to get too drunk tonight since I have other plans I need to accomplish and a deadline to accomplish that plan by, not to mention I do have to drive home. I put my cell phone back into my purse and zip it up walking up to my car door. It is nearly dark now as the sky shines that weird orange purple right before nightfall. If the music wasn't so loud it would be a peaceful sight just over the woods that reside right behind Puck and his two neighbors houses. I sigh and set my full cup of beer on top of my car and reach for my purse to get my keys. These damn heels are already hurting; I don't know how my mom wears them all day at work.

Suddenly, I felt a hand clamp over my mouth as I was pushed into my car door from behind. I tried to scream but only muffled noises came out just before I felt a sharp searing pain shoot through my side and down my spine. I screamed again as I was flipped around to face my attacker. It was some man I have never seen before; he looked like he was probably in college. He was much taller than me, even with my heels, and had short dark hair. Before I could take any more of his features in he punched me again, this time in my stomach, forcing me to bend over in pain. This gave him the opportunity to grab a handful of my hair and yank me away from my car. He clamped his other hand over my mouth again as he continued to drag me between two houses and into the dark woods that covered the area behind Puck's neighborhood.

I couldn't stay on my feet. My purse still hung from my shoulder flying wildly back and forth. The wind was knocked out of me and I couldn't seem to catch my breath again from the blows to my kidney and stomach. I was panicking but I didn't know what to do. What do I do? My heel got stuck in the dirt and snapped off my right shoe making it even harder to try to get my balance as he jerked me back into the darkness. My head was pounding, he definitely was tearing out a good chunk of my hair, but that was the least of my worries. I had to get out of this. Nothing good ever happened in the woods with strangers in the movies. Suddenly I was thrown to the ground harshly, breaking my thoughts. I instantly started clawing at the dirt and branches trying to get up so I can run as fast as I could to Puck's. He was just a few houses down. The music from his party flooded through the woods.

Then a swift harsh blow to my stomach brought me right back down, face first into the dirt. I coughed as I tried to get a hold of my breath just as he brought his foot back again and planted another kick right into the same spot as before. I was crying now. What was happening? He got on top of me and flipped me to my back holding tightly to my left arm, his face right above me. I swung my free arm directly into the side of his head. This barely did anything.

"You bitch!" He screamed. He grabbed my other wrist with his one hand leaving me completely helpless as he made a fist with the other pulling it back and punching me right in my face. My vision blurred out in my right eye for a minute and the searing pain instantly pulsed in my face. I yelled out in pain. "Keep yelling bitch, no one will hear you." He chuckled.

I struggled as I tried to get my wrists free and kicked my legs to get him off of my midsection. It did nothing but piss him off. Another blow to my face, only this time my mouth filled with the awful taste of metal as blood gushed from my lip. "Stop squirming! You are just making this harder for yourself."

I paused as I trembled under his weight. His giant tiger tattoo staring me in the eyes from his forearm that was holding my wrists. "Wh-wh-why are y-y-y-you doing this?" I stutter as I spit out some blood. "Please. P-p-please…. Let me go. I'll give you my p-p-purse, just please s-s-s-st-stop." My whole body is aching. My vision is clouding with my tears. I taste nothing but blood. My face is pounding.

"I don't want your money. I want so much more than that. I just love it when hot chicks are under me begging me to stop." He smiled as my eyes widened in realization and fear, "That's why I'm doing this." He stroked my face with his free hand which made me turn my head in attempt to get away from his touch. He didn't like that. He slammed both of my wrists above my head and used his other hand to grab my chin and force me to look at him. "Now you are going to like this. I won't stop until you like this, you understand me? I can last a while. I can go over and over. I will make you cum. Eventually." I automatically start crying harder and my whole body is trembling as he continues, "So do your best to enjoy." He finishes with a horrible cackle. A laugh that will haunt me the rest of my life.

This can't be happening. This can't be happening. This wasn't how I was supposed to lose my virginity. This can't be happening.

Suddenly he rips my tube top dress down exposing my breasts. I watch and tremble as he takes in the sight and smiles, which sends another shiver down my spine. I cry out. "NO! PLEASE! Help me!" My attacker ignores me as I feel his warm mouth take in one of my nipples. He moans as I squirm underneath him. He moves over to my other breast and flicks his tongue all over the other nipple. I struggle harder and manage to get my knee to hit his back causing him to wince.

"You whore!" He takes his free hand and reaches behind him to hold down my leg. He takes one of my breasts in his mouth and bites down hard, causing me to scream out in searing pain. "Kick me again. I dare you." He says above my yells.

I keep crying out, begging for help. Begging for him to stop as he continues his assault with his mouth on my breasts. However, with Puck's loud party my screams aren't doing much of anything except making my throat start to ache as well. This wasn't how it was supposed to be. This isn't what happened to girls like me.

Suddenly I felt him shift his weight, before I could respond I felt his hand slip under my short dress. I screamed out again as I felt him move my thong to the side and cup me in his hand. He slowly dragged his fingers along my folds before he removed his hand and spoke. "You aren't wet yet. What did I tell you? We could be here a long time if you want." He paused then continued with a creepy smile on his face, "I know something you won't be able to resist."

I couldn't control my sobs. This wasn't happening. How could this be happening? I was trembling so much, my voice was already horse. He brought my already sore wrists from above my head to my stomach as he scooted further down on me. He used his free hand to rip my dress higher up fully exposing my lower half. He ripped off my thong in one fluid motion. I screamed, again. Next thing I knew, in one swift motion my attacker hiked one of my legs up over his shoulder and lowered his face between my legs while holding my wrists firmly together in his other hand. I knew what this meant. I freaked and bucked my body upward trying to get as far away from his face as I could, in the process I managed to knock him off balance causing him to fumble to the side for a split second. It wasn't enough for me to even get one wrist free. He was back on top of me, a couple inches from my face, this time with a small blade pressed against my throat as a warning, "I SAID enjoy this, WHORE! Don't fuck with me or I'll really give you something to cry about," he pressed the knife in a little pricking my skin, "Comprede?" I swiftly nodded a slight nod to indicate that I wouldn't try anything stupid again. This isn't how I was going to die. It couldn't be.

Once he was satisfied with my fear of his blade he resumed the position he was previously in, setting the knife next to his knee, out of reach from me. Without warning he took my clit in his mouth and started sucking feverishly at it. My back arched and a moan escaped my lips. What was happening? No. No no no no. He chuckled as he continues to pull me further into his mouth, swirling his tongue around, taking in my body's immediate reaction. In this exact moment, I hated my body. How could this be happening? Why am I moaning? I try to keep my mouth clamped shut to mask my natural noises, I won't give him the satisfaction. Then he unexpectedly pushes his tongue deep into me and brings his free hand to massage my sensitive nub. He continues assaulting me with his tongue over and over, causing my back to arch and my face to sweat. A tingling in my stomach quickly follows his actions. No. No. Please no. I keep repeating in my head, but it isn't doing any good. My body actually likes this.

He picks his face up and looks me in the eyes as he smiles, "You taste so great. I told you you wouldn't be able to resist liking this. I work miracles with my tongue don't I?" I let out a sob in return and turn my face to the side staring at the tree next to me, trying to get away from this moment. "You are so wet." He says as he brings his free hand back down to my core. He dips a finger deep inside me, watching my face as I close my eyes. I can almost hear him grin in satisfaction.

He pumps it in and out, quickening his pace as he uses his thumb to massage my clit. I bite my busted lip to keep from moaning out loudly, but it did no good. A long loud moan escapes my mouth before I could even think about holding it back. This causes him to add another finger with his rapid pace. I start screaming out again for help, but it is no use. No one can hear me. The tingling in my stomach intensifies, I know what this means. My breath hitches in my chest as I try to breathe through my sobs and moans. Everything is out of my control. So far out of my control.

Suddenly he pulls his fingers out of me and holds them close to my face. I try to push my head deeper into the dirt to get away from his hand. "See how ready you are? It's about that time." I watch as he slowly gets this huge smile on his face as he takes in my obvious look of complete horror.

"No! Please! No! Don't!" I sob back to him.

He wipes his hand on my dress and then reaches for his belt. I slam my eyes closed and find the will to fight again. This can't happen. Please. I start screaming as loud as I can, my voice is completely hoarse by this point but I need to try. I can't let this happen. He is holding both my wrists down, has my leg over his shoulder while he holds down my other leg to keep it from thrashing. I can't get away. I hear the zipper of his jeans unzip and his belt jingle as he pulls down his pants and exposes himself.

I close my eyes tight. I don't want to see it. This is it. I can't do this. I can't be here, "P-p-lease d-d-don't-t" I desperately try to plead with him between sobs one last time. It is no use. I feel him at my entrance. Without warning he plunges into me. I let out an ear piercing scream, tears pour from my eyes. All of a sudden the pain in my eye and the pain in my lip and side have vanished. All I can feel is him tearing me apart. It is the worst pain I've ever felt in my life. I know blood is seeping down my legs and into the dirt. He keeps pumping in and out of me for what seems like an eternity. I start to get light headed from crying, holding my breath and all the pain.

He eventually starts alternating between a slower pace and his initial rapid pace. He takes his free hand and starts rolling his fingers over my sensitive nub again. The tingling in my stomach returned, only more intense this time than the last. No. No no no. Please don't. I'm pleading with my body, but after a while it is no use. I feel my body clamp tightly around him. My back arches and a muffled cry turns into a long loud moan. It's happening. My body is betraying me. Spasms run through my body. Then I feel him release as he moans loudly into my neck.

I hold my breath. He pulls out of me. It's done. He is lying on top of me trying to catch his breath as I try to hold as still as I can. He just…. He… I'm not… I'm not a virgin anymore. I can't control it, I turn my head to the side and sob uncontrollably. I don't even realize he has let go of my wrists and stood up to pull his pants back on. I'm lying on my side in fetal position sobbing into the dirt, I feel all the pain at once. My whole body aches. I don't hear him walk around me to my purse as he rifles through my stuff. I feel a sharp pain as he grabs a handful of my hair again and drags me into a sitting position right underneath his face as he is crouched next to me. I scream, he grabs my chin while still holding my hair tight, "Look at me whore." My eyes are still shut as I cry which makes him shake my head causing more pain, "I said LOOK AT ME!" I open my eyes hesitantly.

He shoves my driver's license in my face. His extremely short bitten nails covered most of my picture with his big hand. I'm confused, the pain that I'm experiencing is making it hard to pay attention. He then begins to speak as he pulls my license back to look at it, "I'm taking this. Santana Lopez of 2319 Prescott Street. If you tell anyone about our fun time or if anyone finds out because you don't cover it up well enough… I will come back for more. But the next time? I'll kill you afterwards. I know exactly where you live now. Comprende Santana?"

I didn't know what to say. What was he saying? I couldn't focus. I was just… He just… and now he said he'll kill me? What is happening? How is this happening? Suddenly I feel him jerk my hair tighter as I feel the knife at my throat again. I screech and begin to whimper, trying very hard not to move as I feel the cool blade on my skin.

"I ASKED YOU A QUESTION! Answer me whore!" he presses the knife a little harder, splitting my skin in the process. I nod my head as best as I can as I shake in complete fear. "Good girl," he looked down at me, "Oh, and you are welcome. I told you that you would love it. The way your back arched and the noises you made definitely proved me right, wouldn't you agree?" He smiled as he pulled my hair tighter yet again, forcing me to nod again despite my pain and internal objections. "Always remember that. You wanted it." He chuckled, then his mouth formed a straight line, his face was serious and scary.

Fresh tears continued to stream out of my burning eyes. It was true. I had wanted it. My body liked it. "I'll be watching you, whore. Keep your mouth shut or else." Next thing I knew he raised his fist and slammed it into my face again, in the same spot as before.

My world went black.

…...

Brittany pulled onto the street of the party and couldn't believe how many cars were packed onto the street. The music was blaring, kids were screaming and laughing. This party was definitely a success. She tried calling Santana's phone a couple times seeing that her car was still there, but she didn't answer.

"Must be getting busy" Brittany laughed to herself as she sent a quick text to San and put her phone in her purse. The tall blonde decided to search for Quinn since she couldn't get a hold of Santana. She pushed her way through the crowded hallways in search for her friends. It took her awhile to make her way through the house, everyone was there yet she couldn't find anyone she was looking for.

"Puck! Puck! Puck! Puck!" Brittany heard chanting from the kitchen and smiled to herself, of course the last room she checked would be where they were. She walked into the kitchen to see her friend's boyfriend being held upside down doing a keg stand. By the looks of everyone around him, you could tell it wasn't his first one. Everyone was plastered.

As soon as Puck was set back onto his feet he stumbled back and leaned against the wall laughing while wiping beer from his mouth and neck. "Puck! Hey! Happy birthday! Where is San?" Brittany grabbed Puck's arm steadying him as he prepared to stop leaning on the wall.

"Hey Britt Brat! Wassss going onnnn?" Puck smiled sloppily.

Brittany laughed at him, "You are so drunk. Where is San? I'm looking for her."

"I dunno. Shes probsss with whatshername. blonde. short..."

"Quinn?"

"YEA! duh!" Puck laughed at himself while stumbling backwards, "She hasn't been here for a while," He hiccuped and then continued, "I think shes with her prolllllly dancingggg somewhere." Puck looked back at his guy friends and pumped his fist in the air, "LETS GO AGAIN!" Puck was done with the conversation, he wanted to do another keg stand.

Brittany took a step away from him. Now she needed to go search for Quinn and Santana. She just wanted to find her friends so she could start enjoying herself, so where were they?