The Fabrays were done. Finished. They couldn't control their daughter anymore, not after what had happened. Not after what she had done. Quinn had to leave the city, the state - hell, she needed to leave the country. She had to go far enough away that no one would know her name or what she had done. Russell Fabray would not budge in his decision, no matter how much his daughter begged and pleaded. She couldn't leave her friends, she just couldn't! Santana and Brittany and... and Rachel.
God, Rachel.
Quinn tried to get her mother to help her, to defend her, but Judy didn't have the heart to argue with her husband, nor was she entirely on her daughter's side to begin with.
"Mom, please, tell him! Tell him I can't leave!" Tears pooled in the sixteen-year-old's eyes as she pleaded to her mother, glancing at her father every few seconds. "Please, I have to stay. Please!"
"Quinn, do you realize what you've done?" Russell asked, his voice low but firm. She frowned, her lips trembling, but she remained quiet. Yes, she knew. How could she deny it?
"It can't be reversed," her father continued, his gaze glued to the living room floor. "It can't be undone. It can't be explained, and it certainly can't be excused. This is the only solution," Truthfully, Russell couldn't meet his daughter's eyes because he was afraid he might buckle. Just one look, and he knew he would see his little baby girl again, back before she began walking down the path of destruction that led them to this day. He couldn't falter in his decision, not this time. Taking a breath, he shifted his eyes, finally settling them on the blonde teenager before him, wondering where he went wrong as a father. Russell prided himself on keeping an upstanding and respectable Christian household, surrounded by a family that loved and respected him. He couldn't stop himself from wondering, simply, what went wrong.
"You are leaving in the morning, Quinn... and that's final."
It was like an anvil had just been dropped on her chest. The tears she had been so desperately trying to keep back now fell, trailing slowly down her cheeks before dropping to the floor. No, this couldn't be happening. Not to her. Quinn turned and ran out of the living room, up the stairs and into her room, slamming the door closed behind her. She threw herself on the bed, sobbing against the pillow.
Quinn hadn't wanted any of this. She didn't choose to be this way, it just... happened. Her parents had tried to stifle it for years, coming up with excuses and false explanations in attempt to keep the public eye turned away from their daughter. They had just wanted her to be normal, like any other child in Lima, Ohio. But Quinn wasn't normal - not in that sense, anyway.
She sniffed, wiping her eyes. "I hate magic..." she mumbled before burying her face in the pillow once more, wishing that none of this had ever happened.