Quinn was walking through the empty halls of McKinley High, her pony tail swishing behind her. Cheerios practice had finished a little over 20 minutes ago and it was very unlikely for there to be anyone else in the building apart from her and Coach Sylvester, who always asked her to stay behind after Cheerios to go through her complicated part in the routine, full of high kicks and tumbles.
Needless to say she wasn't expecting to be forcefully pushed into the locker. She was Quinn Fabray, HBIC, no one pushed her around, especially no in an empty school late into the evening.
A small yelp escaped her lips but she was quickly silenced by a large, rough hand covering her mouth. Quinn's eyes began to shine with tears as the attacker was pushing her hard into the cold metal, the protruding locks digging deep into her back.
It all happened so fast that she hadn't had a chance to see who this person was. As her eyes began to focus she recognised the familiar Letterman jacket, which she knew was only worn by the football team, considering she's dated most of them at one time or another. She scanned up to see his face.
Dave Karofsky.
The one football player she had never been interested in. Not that he was interested in her either, everyone knows that he bats for the other team if you know what I mean…
Seeing his face made Quinn's fear grow. He had pure hatred in his eyes and his face was bright red. Quinn searched her brain for a reason he would be doing this, any reason. I mean she wasn't the nicest person at the school and spread about three rumours a day. Nothing came up with the name Karofsky.
While Quinn was still racking her brain, she felt the relief of the locks no longer digging into her back. However, that relief didn't last for long as her whole body soon made contact with the hard floor. This knocked all the air out of her and she was struggling to stay calm.
"This will teach you to never pull that stunt like the one in the cafeteria again!" Then it clicked, in the cafeteria at lunch the other day. She had spilt her Sue Sylvester energy drink and he had slipped in it, causing his good to go everywhere and a loud laugh to erupt.
"Seriously David?! All this because I accidentally spilt my drink?!" This was ridiculous
"You may be fooling the whole school with this perfect blonde act but you're not fooling me!"
With that he sent a forceful kick into her rib cage. She let out an ear piercing scream.
"The more noise you make the worse this will be Fabray. I'd stay quiet if I were you."
Another kick. Quinn swallowed her scream, not wanting this to be any worse than it had to be. He kicked her all over her torso and upper thighs, being careful not to leave any marks in places that could easily be scene. After the worse five minutes of her life, the kicking finally stopped.
"Watch yourself Fabray!" He was gone.
Quinn couldn't find the strength to move. It even hurt to breath. Where was Sue when you needed her? Didn't she have the whole school rigged with CCTV?
After she had been lying on the floor for a little over ten minutes, she finally found the strength to lift herself from the ground, hobble to her car and drive home. She wondered if her mother would be worried, probably not. She wouldn't even notice that she wasn't home yet.
She stumbled through the front door to find her mother passed out on the couch, empty bottles of wine and beer strewn around her. Quinn sighed, she was used to coming home to her mom like this, ever since her dad left her mom fell into a deep depression and Quinn didn't know how to help her. She made her way upstairs and collapsed onto her bed. She let sleep engulf her as she cried herself to sleep.