This is something that was plaguing my mind. AU of course but with some common details. It started out as something completely different. All mistakes are my own and apologies beforehand.
All leads back to you.
Quinn Fabray or Lucy Quinn Fabray has always known that she was different. The way the world was presented to her from her eyes. The way her parents acted around others and the lies she kept behind closed doors. The earliest memory she can recall was sneaking in to the cabinet and eating the dry cat food and thinking it was the best thing in the world. Her interactions with others were awkward, shyness and self-consciousness clouded her moves. She was the second daughter that Judy and Russell had and for what she always felt like she was a bit of a mistake.
Her older sister, Francis was the angel, the prodigal daughter, everything and anything Quinn wasn't. The relationship between the two girls was a hot and cold thing. Francis was a year and four months older so they were close enough to share things, experiences and points of view. Some days they were best friends, stayed late up at night talking about everything and anything but then there are moments where she wish the floor would split open and swallow her sister whole.
When she was younger her parents were still struggling with money so they lived in a two bedroom house. Small and cramp but it was home. Her parents were brought up in the values and morals that their parents instilled in them, so religion and God was a big part in the household. There was Sunday school and Church at least twice a week; the stories of Adam and Eve, Noah, Cain and Able, stories that carried a big message of the consequences of sinning. Hell, from what the preacher was saying sounded like that the most scariest thing in the world. A lake of fire, the rapture, being left behind, tribulations; every time she went to church she would come home scared out of her wits because she was terrified of displeasing God, dishonoring her parents and then ending up in hell.
The first time she actually prayed to God begging for his help was when she 10. Her and her sister joined the church choir, she loved to sing and singing to the Lord seemed like a double win until the choir received a new member. Lisa. She was small and thin and had dark brown curly hair. The moment Quinn saw her she felt like her throat was going to close up and her heart leap out of her chest. The need to be close to her was so great that she unconsciously moved towards the smaller girl and extended her hand. "hi" she whispers and the brunette smiles shyly before taking her hand and shakes. The shivers that erupt all over her body is new. Why was she feeling like this? Why was Lisa making her feel this way? After practice that night Quinn got on her knees and Prayed. "Please help me. I don't understand. Why does my heart feel like this? Please talk to me God…?" she waited for him to reply and no answer. She thought that prayer would allow her to talk to God, well that is what she got from the preacher; "Being kind and loving and following the word of God will bring you closer to him. Worshiping and praying will give you a direct relationship to our Father" So here she was praying, waiting for that communication, she needed answers.
The relationship between her parents in her eyes was toxic. Russell a very stoic and stern man hated when they talked at the dinner table, rarely liked to play around and had a quick tempter. One time when she was maybe 7, the snow that night was coming down so much that her eyes lit up. She hoped that it snowed so much there was no school, she imagined playing and running around with her father and sister and they would laugh and come back inside where three big cups of warm peanut butter milk would be waiting to warm them from the insides out. The next morning she got her wish. A blizzard blew through blanketing every inch of town with snow. Quinn and Francis was so excited about the school closing they begged and begged to go out and play. For some reason Russell seemed to be in a good mood her offered to take the girls out. Judy helped them bundle up. Quinn wore thermals under clothes a big coat, snow boats, gloves, a hat and a scarf that wrapped her up like a mummy. She was just so ecstatic to spend time with her father. The little girl under estimated exactly how cold it was until she stood outside. The wind blew blistery cold air that penetrated the many layers of clothing straight to her bones. She waddled around attempting to pick up the snow but it was too powdery to bundle up in to a ball. The sun was bright and the snow reflected so it was too bright and the wind kept blowing that snow in her face so it was too cold. What she thought was a decent amount of time to be out she called out to her father, "Daddy I want to go back home" almost in a whiney voice.
Russell quickly turned around to his daughter; they have been outside no longer than 15 minutes and the little girl is complaining. Annoyance filled his chest quickly and snapped "you wanted to come out and play in the snow" he take 3 strides over to the young girl and smacks the back of her head "so play!" the swing is so rough that it sends the little girl face first in to the snow. The stinging of the cold particles hit her face and she cries and cries till she is lifted up by the back of her coat and forced on her feet. "Shut your mouth!" Russell snaps and the little blonde quickly closes her mouth. "When we get back to the house I want you to go straight in to your room, do you hear me?" he says sternly "yes, daddy" hazel eyes look at the ground. Russell turns to his other daughter "and let that be a lesson to you too for wasting my time. I do not want you to talk to you sister, she is being punished, do you understand?"
Francis quickly nods "yes daddy" and smiles sadly at her sister.
When they return to the house, Judy walk from the kitchen surprised to hear them return so quickly. "Back already? I'll go get you guys something to drink" she says with a warm smile. "No" Judy quickly stops and turns around to look at Russell and the girls. His eye had a glint of red and his hand was grasping the back of Quinn's neck. "What happen dear?"
"Your daughter decided to waste everyone's time. She is going to her room to think about how much of a nuisance she is. Isn't that right?"
The little girl stares at her wet boots. "Yes daddy" she replies sadly.
"Russell she is only seven, why are you being so tough on her."
"Silence."
"…"
" I did not ask for your opinion on how I discipline my daughter." He says pushing his shoulders back waiting to strike if his wife makes any move to talk back. Judy notices and stays silent. Eyes pleading comfort to her little girl. Russell pushes Quinn again and she trips to her knees. "no go and no dinner for tonight. Only good girls, grateful girls will get to eat."
Thing between her parents got worse. Russell drank more, yelled more, pushed Judy around more. No longer did he come home smiling. No longer did her mom smile. They avoided each other as much as possible and if it was inevitable thunderous sounds erupt throughout the house. Quinn was twelve and Francis was fourteen. They were in their room doing homework after dinner. Russell didn't show up so they ate without him. Those nights were the best. Sitting around talking about each other's day. The laughter that fills the room with this unfiltered uncensored happiness.
"Mom?"
"Yes Sweetie."
" Why don't you just divorce Dad?"
Surprised, Judy chokes on her water. "What?" She asks in between coughs
" It's just you and dad fight so much now and you don't look so happy so why can you just leave him?"
"It's not that simple sweetie"
"Why not?"
"I think Quinn is right. Dad is so mean. I mean he doesn't let us do anything, go anywhere. My friends never want to come cause of him!"
"He's your father and my Husband. We are a family. We will work things out. If everyone walked away from things when they got too hard then there wouldn't be the freedoms you have or this country we live in."
"Chill out mom, I wasn't saying divorce the President. Just dad." Francis scoffs
Before Judy can respond they hear the door open and close shut. Russell curses at the objects and stumbles in to the dining room. "You started without me?" he looks at the three women incredulously. "Dinner doesn't start until I am home. I am the man of the house." Pointing his thumb in to his chest.
"Girls, go upstairs and finish your homework."
Francis rolls her eyes and walks out the dining room. Quinn stays seated staring at her father. The anger that rages inside is radiating, his clothes are disheveled and he reeks of alcohol and he can't stand straight without leaning towards one side.
"Lucy.."
Quinn's eyes snap to her mother. She takes a breath in and walks out. Knowing that something is about to go down with the evil glint in her father's eye. She walks upstairs closes her door and sits on her bed. Pulling her legs up to her chest, Quinn strains her ears to hear any unusual noises. Francis is laying on her bed, wearing her large noise cancelling headphone. She bobs her head to the beat and flips through a magazine. Quinn watches her sister and wonders how she is able to do it. Act so carefree. The loud crash makes both girls jump. Francis pulls the headphones off and looks at the door. Another crash and the sound of their mother making a bone chilling scream. The loud muffle sounds of Russell yelling more crashing sounds and then silence. Quinn jumps to her feet and strides to the door. "Call the police Fran."
"wait. What are you doing?" she whispers
"I have to make sure mom is ok. Just call 911!"
"Wait Luce! Hello, my parents are fighting and I think my dad…."
That's all Quinn hears as she walks out the door. Slowly down the stairs. She notices the smashed glass pieces on the floor. Water puddles and red. Red. She runs quickly in to the dinning room and sees her mom laying face down. Her hair bloodied and holding pieces of glass. "mom" she whispers inching her way closer. She knows Russell is still around somewhere.
Quinn kneels beside her mom. Shaking her and Judy doesn't respond. She tries to move her on to her back but she makes a groan and winces. Quinn hears the rapid thudding on the stairs as her sister comes running. "Quinn they are coming, they wanted to know what….." Francis freezes as she notices the body the floor and screams. "Mom!" running over to Quinn and Judy.
"is she dead?" she asks franticlly
"no shes still breathing. Find a towel for her head."
Francis nods quickly and runs back to the closet.
"mom please just hold on. Don't die. Please don't die."
Russell walks back in from the kitchen holding a bat.
Why is he holding a bat? Why did he go to the garage and bring back a bat? Quinn thinks
"Move" he says in a serious tone "NOW!"
Quinn flinches. Pure terror sweeps across her face as Russell walks closer patting the bat on the palm of his left hand.
"No. L-leave Mom alone. S-she hurt!" Quinn says with the little courage she has left.
Russell's eyes seem to bulge out and the vein on his neck become more predominate as he becomes enraged but he daughter talking back.
"I warned you" he says and pulls the bat back about to swing. Quinn closes her eyes tightly as she backs in to her mother's body.
"Nooooo" screams Francis as she runs towards Russell. He jerks back and swings the bat towards Francis' face. The girl flies back and lands to the adjacent wall with a thud. Russell turns back to Quinn, eye black as night. He looked demonic and Quinn understood what true evil looked like. "Look what you made me do, you good for nothing…"
The sound of the door crashing freezes him in place.
"Police, Freeze. Put down your weapon!"
Quinn looks over to her sister who is lying face down a pool of blood seeping from her head. Her body begins to tremble in shock. The loud screams from the police muffle down to slow words. She hears her own breathing as the pounding of her heart mutes everything around. Tears flood her eyes making her temporarily blind. She hears a distant ringing and then everything goes black.
A/n:
Let me know what you think. If I do decide to continue it will be a multi-fic with eventual Faberry. Rated M for Violence and Other stuff. Angst/Romance. I wanted to it to be a coming of age story but with giving Quinn more scars to overcome than simple superficial things like vanity and popularity and how Rachel can see pass it. Please review.