Hello, there. If you don't like reading about child abuse or sexual abuse, this is not the story for you! I'm just warning you.
Quinn Fabray was abused.
Her dad would beat her and her sister. The two girls would cry as their father beat the shit out of them, punching them in the face, kicking them until they bled, pulling their hair. The sad part, the part that made Quinn sob into her pillow at night, was the fact that Judy Fabray would never try to help her daughters. She would just sit their silently while they were getting beaten, sipping a margarita.
Quinn began to have nightmares. They were vivid, popping out at her, causing her to remember them and all the precise details the next day, and even five years later. They prevented Quinn from living her life. And while she didn't know it when she was a young girl, but she was having these dreams because of the abuse she suffered during the day.
Quinn and Kirsten shared a bedroom. Of course, they were the rich Fabrays, they lived in a huge mansion, the biggest in all of Lima, they could both have their own bedrooms and have tons of guest rooms left, but they felt more secure if they were together in the night. Of course, that was foolish, as neither one of them would be able to stop their father from doing the other harm, but they liked it that way.
Quinn had bruises, cuts, and scrapes all over her because of her father, as did Kirsten. So the girls wore clothes that would cover up these marks. '
One day, Quinn was at school, playing tag with her best friends Santana and Brittany, and a couple other popular girls.
"Watch this!" she called. She then ran, climbing up to the top of the jungle gym. She reached out, going to grip the pole so she could slide down, but before she knew it, she had lost her balance and had gone tumbling to the ground.
It didn't really hurt, since Quinn had a pretty high pain tolerance, because of what her father did to her. However, Brittany ran for a teacher, and pretty soon, Quinn was surrounded by a group of curious kids. Quinn had scraped up her knees pretty bad. The teacher quickly dabbed some sort of medicine on her knees, to keep them from getting infected, and then asked Quinn, "Where else did you get hurt?"
"My arms," Quinn replied, before she realized what she had done. Quinn had suffered some pretty nasty second degree burns yesterday, because of her father, of course. I'm so stupid! Quinn thought. The teacher will want to look at my arms, and when she sees these burns up and down them, she'll have no choice but to call CPS. My father will probably end up going to jail, but when he's let out, he'll probably end up treating me and Kirsten even worse than before!
"Actually, I'm fine," Quinn said, trying to shift herself away from the teacher.
"No dear, you aren't, I need to take a look."
"But..."
"No buts!"
"No! You can't look at my arms!" Quinn shouted. However, the teacher rolled up the sleeves of Quinn's dress, and the teacher and all the kids surrounding Quinn gasped.
"Quinn, dear, how did you get these burns?" the teacher asked.
"I, uh, I... last night, I was playing in the kitchen while my mom was cooking dinner, and I accidentally fell into the stove!" Quinn lied. The teacher still looked suspicious, but she nodded. "Alright, then," she said. "Let's go up to the nurse, Quinn dear. The nurse will be able to treat those burns for you."
"Okay." Quinn, with the help of Santana and Brittany, got off the floor, and began to walk to the nurses' office with the teacher.
That night was horrifying.
Kirsten was six years older than Quinn, so, at the time, Quinn was ten and Kirsten was 16. Kirsten was the captain of the cheerleading squad at WMHS. At the time, Quinn never understood why her sister wore the uniform all the time, even on the weekends. However, Quinn would understand why when she became a Cheerio. Quinn was like the younger version of Kirsten. They both had the same perfectly structured nose, hazel eyes, and blond hair. All the boys in school were in love with Quinn, and all the guys at the high school were in love with Kirsten.
That night, Quinn and Kirsten were in their rooms. Quinn sat on the bed, watching as Kirsti showed her a cheerleading routine, the same routine that she was going to be performing at Nationals in only a few short months.
Quinn giggled, watching as her older sister pranced and twirled her way around the room, watching as her sister's blond ponytail bounced happily like a golden rainbow, as her red and white skirt twirled when she moved and rode up her hips.
"Hello, ladies," a voice said from the doorway, and Quinn faltered in her tracks, the smile disappearing from her face. There went her good mood. "Looking sharp, Kirsti," Russell said, as he made his way into the room. "You too, Quinnie." He winked at his youngest daughter. "I see you're growing breasts. In just a few short months, you'll be as hot as your sister here." Russell slowly ran his hand over Kirsti's small but perky breasts, moaning.
"Stop!" Kirsti snapped, slapping his hand away.
"Hmm, don't like me doing that, huh?" Russell asked. "Well, as punishment for slapping my hand away, I'm going to make you wait in here and watch as I screw your younger sister."
"No!" Kirsti said, but Russell made his way over to the door, locking it. He made his way over to Quinn, beginning to kiss her, and then pushed her onto the bed.
"No!" Kirsti screamed. "No, Daddy, no! Don't rape Quinn, rape me instead! I'll let you do whatever you want to me."
Russell thought about it for a while, and then nodded, walking over to his oldest daughter.
Kirsti lost her virginity on that day.
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