Santos, India Grace

[india santos]

FULL NAME: India Grace Santos D.O.B. & AGE: 11.24.92 (22) HOMETOWN: Laguna Hills, CA CURRENT CITY: Mobile EDUCATION: N/A OCCUPATION: Socialite/Volunteer ________________________________________ HENRY SCHWARTZ, 24, EX-BOYFRIEND From the moment I met Henry Schwartz, I knew I was going to be with him one day. I have known this boy since the day I was born, basically. We were formally introduced when I was 3, and he was 5. He and my older brother, Damon, were inseparable. They were always dragging each other this way, that way, and every where in between. Henry, even at the very young age of 5, was always attractive. He always had this certain "something" about him..whether it was the way he carried himself, or just the vibe I got from him. For whatever reason, Henry and I gravitated towards one another. And our mothers, Cordelia and Gabrielle, always put the two of us together. Y'know, it never really made sense to me; putting the youngest Santos and oldest Schwartz together. You would think that Henry would've gotten stuck with Pixie, being that she was always much prettier and filled out than I was. But no..it was always Henry and I together. When I returned from London in the summer of 2004, he and I picked up right where we left off. He was now 14, a middle schooler, probably 8th grade or so. He was growing up to be the most attractive young man in the world. He was gaining bits of muscle and losing his "boy-ish" looks. I, on the other hand, was just about as awkward as any 12 year old could be. I was flat as a board. I had acne, and my hair was not in it's best form. But here we were, yet again, being smashed together for every event our parents put on. He was always my date for the annual Schwartz/Santos Christmas Eve Gala. It's this big event that our families, mainly our mothers, would put on every single year. I always got so excited for the events, not only because I got to dress up, but because I got to hang out with Henry the entire evening. In our younger years, it would mainly be sticking in his room and watching movies and eating junk food. But, as I got older, those events became a lot more interesting. Things never really got heated between us until the winter of 2008. I was sixteen at the time, and he, eighteen. He was totally gorgeous. I mean..like fucking holy-hell, who the hell is this beautiful creature..kind of thing. He gained so much muscle, and his features really grew out. I mean..every where. Anyway. I grew out myself too. My hips were rounding out, I was gaining curves, my boobs grew into place. I was attractive. At least I think I was. And Henry did too. We started fooling around maybe at the gala in 2007, when Henry first introduced me to his bed. I was freshly sixteen, and hadn't ever fooled around with anyone before. But all we did was make out...a ton. He made me feel really comfortable, but didn't make me do anything I didn't wanna do. And eventually, he worked my fears out and made me want to have sex with him. And once I started, I just couldn't stop. We made it official on February 14th, 2008. And dated for a good three years, though we were always bound to be together...so, like 4 1/2 years? It never occurred to me that Henry could be the abusive type. I mean, I had heard his voice raise and his tone change every now and then, and I had heard a few doors slam but never to the extreme. I knew he could be volatile, and his temper was waivering. I knew all of that, but he had always said he would never lay a hand on me. This all changed at the Schwartz/Santos Gala in 2008. We were fooling around on his bed, and I knew he wanted sex. Fuck, I even wanted sex. We were touching, clothes were coming off, and things started happening. And something in me changed. Maybe it was the way he touched me. Maybe it was the way he was kissing me. Maybe I just got uncomfortable, I don't know. And I backed off. I pushed him away, and he got pissed at me. No, beyond pissed. He was furious with me. And the fight continued beyond his bedroom. We got into it, and I...I hit him. I slapped his face first, and he retaliated. And he backhanded me. And I fell on the floor. Bruises were left, and we made up the next morning. But it was something I'd never forget. I'll never forget the look in his eye as his hand is preparing to swing against my cheek. It was a look you just don't forget. The next year and a half was complete bliss for me. We had our fights. And he would leave bruises on me occasionally; whether it be from sex, or just me not doing what he wanted. He had no problem with leaving marks here and there on me, and occasionally..I would fight back. I would punch him, or hit him. But of course, me being the tiny girl that I am, could do no real damage to a man twice your size. We went months with no fights. We went months with no bruising or anything. Hell, we went a really long time with nothing..no drama. We just enjoyed each other's company, and had moments of pure bliss. There were many days of waking up in his arms. Forehead kisses, waist hugs. The whole 9 yards..and I was falling in love with him. Henry Schwartz was the one guy I can honestly say that I have loved since day one. The one guy I've been in love with my entire life. And the one guy I'll never stop loving. No matter what he does. Our relationship finally ended in the fall of 2010. We had gone to a Halloween party on the 31st of October, and I, for whatever reason, was not into it at all. He was focusing on other girls, and I, stupidly had been texting Percy the entire night, focusing on him. He got pissy with me about not dancing, and with not showing any skin. He had had a few too many beers, and had gone off the deep end. We got into a bigger altercation than the Christmas '08 showdown. I left with bruises and more. And just when I thought things couldn't get any worse..he snapped. He found me at our house, and I was at the hands of a monster. He bruised me so badly that the wounds were deeper than anything before. He left me bleeding, bruised, and unconscious. He left the scene, and fortunately, my dad and Pixie found me. My dad wrapped me up in a blanket and carried me to the hospital, and I was in a semi-coma for a few days. I came back, obviously. But things were never the same with him. He fled the country and we fell out of contact. Well. I lied. We've been in contact since 2012. We found each other again, and have been sending emails, calls, texts, whatever back and forth. He's been sending me gifts and things here and there. He's even offered me to go out on his yacht with him a few times, and I almost did. But he uninvited me due to some conflicts. He's still really fucking bad for me to be around. He's toxic. He's violent. He's a fucking monster, for God's sake. But whatever it is, I can't not be around him. I can't talk to him without feeling some type of love for him. He'll always be my Henry. He'll always be the one I remember as the one I did all my firsts with: first kiss, first time, first blowjob (but please don't tell my parents that, they'd kill me), first time getting drunk with, first time getting high with....everything. And even with all the violence and the beatings and shit, I can't forgive him. He ruined me. In every possible way. But at the very core, I love him so fucking much and would do absolutely anything for him. If he asked, that is. ________________________________________ GABRIELLE SANTOS, 45 | CESAR SANTOS, 54 ________________________________________ PIXIE SANTOS, 23 | DAMON SANTOS, 25 My siblings, in the grand scheme of things, mean the absolute world to me. Between Pixie and Damon, I guess you could say I'm a hell of a lot closer to Pixie than I am to Damon. Pix, being just a year older than I, is always looking out for me. She's been there for me through every part of my life; the countless talks about Percy, the whole "getting ready for the prom" thing, and even more so, she was there for me during my time with Henry. She supported my relationship with him, begrudgingly, nonetheless. But she supported it, you know? She was there to pick up the pieces each time he gave me a beating. She was there to dry my tears every time he said something hurtful or left me in the dark. She was there the day that I was left unconscious, and never left my side. Pixie was there through it all, and never once did I hear her complain. Never once did I hear her yell at me for being trapped in a relationship I could've easily gotten out of. Not once did she dumb me down for the decisions I made. Instead, she sat back, and watched as my "perfect" relationship fell to pieces. She watched it shatter from the start, but kept her mouth shut about her opinion. And in the end, when Henry left me bloody and broken, she was there. Ready to help me restart. And I couldn't ask for a better sister than Pixie. Pixie and I might have our major differences, both in personality wise and looks wise..but we're sisters. I know that she would drop anything to be by my side, should I ever need her. I know that she knows that I have her back, and will always support her in whatever she does. I support her wholeheartedly with her modeling career, and everything else that she does. She's the only person I know who will be straight up honest with me when I'm being a complete dumbass about Percy, or any other boys. She lays it in me, and isn't afraid to be totally truthfully with me. Pixie knows me like the back of my hand, even if we do have our own cliques. She's always been the person I can go to under any circumstance, and know that I won't be judged. We may have our different wants in men, and while she may be a bit smarter than I am..in fact I know she's smarter than I am, we are still sisters. We are still related, and nothing could ever break that bond that we have. We can be as nasty and as rude to each other as we want, but I'll always take her side over anyone's. I will always be by her side in any situation. I will always have her back and I will always, always love her unconditonally. She's my sister, and that's what I'm there for. Damon's an asshole for hanging out with Henry. I hate him. The end. ________________________________________ YOUR NAME: Karen PLAYBY: Selena MEMBER GROUP: Famous