Fact One: Children run faster when there are angry fathers in the car
Noah Puckerman knew better than anyone else that his dad was quick to lose his temper. He had known this ever since his father punched him in the face a year ago. He was five. Then his dad left for a while. Then he was back. And very angry. Noah did not know why, and he was just happy to see him. His dad just said, "Hey you little bastard." And shoved him into his truck. His dad explained the whole thing to him on the ride though. How exactly he was going to rob the beer. How exactly to distract the police. When they pulled up to the Seven Eleven Noah eagerly hopped out and went right up to the clerk behind the counter. He desperately wanted to please his father. Thinking that if he did maybe, just maybe, his dad would stay. "Hey Buddy, what'cha looking for?" The man asked. "The sour patch kids." Noah answered, because they were his favorite candy. "Sour patch kids, huh? well let's take a look over here." The boy followed the man allowing his father to grab the beer and run out the door. THe alarm sounded immediately, and the man yelled. Noah clung to the man's leg making it difficult for him to move. He started screaming and fake crying to create more chaos. The plan was going smoothly. "FUCK!" Cursed the Clerk when he finally reached the phone. "Would you stop that fucking wailing!" But Noah did not stop. He wouldn't stop until his father was long gone. When the police finally arrived they took Noah home and asked him some questions. Noah was afraid. He was afraid to tell the Men about his dad, because if he spoke his dad would surely come back and hurt him. So he lied. "I didn't see anyone. I walked here." And his mother didn't say anything. And the police didn't ask anymore. His dad came back that night. Drunk. He vomited and cursed and punched Noah's mom. Noah cried. "Don't hurt her. I'll get you more beer. Anything." And his father just smiled. He picked Noah up again and took him out to his truck. They went back to that Seven Eleven and this time Noah's dad just yelled at him to get him somthing. But it wasn't beer. Noah ran. He ran so fast because he knew the longer he took the madder and madder his dad was getting. He found the compartment behind the dumpster and brought his dad the needles that were inside. "Here, Dad." he said. "I'm not your fucking dad!" this father spit in reply. Of course his father disappeared again. Leaving Noah's life in shambles.
His dad came back two years later. After Noah began to think that he would never see him again. After he had thought it was all over. He came and took all of Noah's life savings and spent them on more drugs. But at least he stuck around. Long enough to get his Mom pregnant. Long enough for Hannah to be born. Long enough to get Noah to think his name was Puck. Long enough to take him to school and for kids to actually think that he had a dad. But it all was destroyed. And it was all Noah's fault. Lucy Fabray was the prettiest girl in the entire Fourth grade. And the only girl who didn't have cooties in Noah's opinion. She had a nice house, a nice family, and Noah wished he were part of it. Lucy's father didn't really like him because he said he was a dirty jew. Noah wasn't that upset. He was dirty, and poor, and a screw up. "Puck?" Lucy asked him one day. "Ya?" "It's my birthday on saturday." "Happy Birthday." "I'm having a party." "That's nice." "I want you to come." She said tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear. "I'm inviting the whole class." "You really want me to come." "Yes. Very much. You always make sure we all have fun." Noah felt something really far down inside of him. A warmth. He was proud. "I would love to." "Good!" and with that she ran off to sit with her friend Santana. When his dad came to pick him up he gushed "Lucy Fabray invited me to her birthday party on Saturday." "Really?" "Ya. I really want to go." "Well you can't." "Why not?" "Because they don't' really want you there." "She said she did." "Well she was lying." "Please dad..." "NO!" He yelled suddenly. And Noah cringed. He felt some tears pricking at his eyes. "Don't cry. don't cry" he told himself. "Yeah. Don't be a Pussy, Puck. We Puckermen never cry." And he felt his tears slowly dissolve. Later that night he could hear his mother and father arguing about him. About the party. He wanted to go but at the same time he really wanted to tell his mom that it was fine. But he didn't move. He just stared down at his little sister who had no idea what was happening. Noah wanted to be a baby again.
Lucy frowned. Puck wasn't here yet and it was her birthday. he said he would come and she really wanted him to come so that all her friends could do something fun, and not be stuck with her relatives' boring small talk. Maybe he was just running late or his car broke down. She finally gave up and joined the other children outside. The next day she found him hiding in a broom closet. "Puck? What are you doing?" "Hiding." "Why?" "Go away." Lucy was hurt. Puck is never that mean to her. "No." She told him. "come out." she ordered. She heard a groan, and the Puck stepped into the light. She gasped. He had a bruise over his left eye and he was limping. "Puck-" "Shut up. You saw me. Now go away." She started to cry. "I'm just worried about you. you didn't come to my party and now you're injured." "I'm fine!" "No you're not. You need to see the nurse." "No!" He yelled at her. She felt anger. "Who did this?" Puck was silent. But he finally spoke. "My dad." She just took his hand and led him out of the closet. She kept holding his hand for the rest of the day. They did not go to the nurse. By the end of the day Lucy was sure the Puck forgot all about his injuries. Sitting on the bench by the pick up area she asked him "So why didn't you come to my party?" He started to speak but she interrupted, "Tell me the truth." "My dad wouldn't let me." "Oh, well I missed you." "Me too." And that's when Lucy's dad pulled up. She dropped his hand and climbed into the car. "Lucy what were you doing holding that boys hand?" "I was comforting him." "He's a Puckerman though. He's bad news." "His dad is but he isn't." She replied. And the argument began. Quinn learned that day that Russell Fabray was not afraid to hit his own daughter.
The next day she walked right up to her friends and told them to start calling her Quinn. And when Puck asked why she told him. "You changed your name. Now I'm changing my name."
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