I know that this may look familiar, because it is, I got permission to use FanaticFaberrittanaFanfictio n's story, Save Him s/8348319/1/Save_him and make it into a multi-chapter fanfic. I love the idea, and it's going to be one of those, 'you saved me, my best friend' kind of like the other ones I've done. I'm incredibly exited about it, and I hope you like it. I do not own the show, or the characters, and I do not own some of the idea, the inspiration came from the story I linked, and I have come up with a lot of the rest that makes it multi-chapter.
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Quinn POV
Talent shows suck. They used to be alright, but ever since Rachel in Glee, and that first show, I hate everything about them. They pick a winner and make everyone else feel like shit. Well, I feel that way. They leave me alone because my parents never show, my mother wants to come, but never makes it. I know why they don't come, and it pains me to think about, but I do, all the time, because it happens to me too.
Rachel adores talent shows. She insists that when one comes up, we always participate, everyone. She likes them because she always wins. We go wither for the challenge or because it's homework for glee. Almost no one likes them, but I, I despise them, because it leaves mother alone with him.
Specifically, my dad doesn't believe in it. He forces my mother to stay back, against her will in every way possible. She wants to come, but it isn't allowed. I'm here; I can't help her when I'm not there. I know what he does, because he does it to me too. It happens all the time, every day, but it gets so much worse for her when there's a show, because they're alone.
No one has noticed yet. That's the way it's supposed to be, but I cant help but think that I wish someone would, because then it would be over. No one has noticed the broken Fabray family; no one has noticed the broken Fabray child. I do my best to cover up what he does to me. My stomach, back, chest, and face get covered with make-up and clothes. He inflicts on the very tops of my thighs and in between the legs, I cover with spanks under the uniform. My arms and ankle get it by default, when he holds me down, holds me down to take everything no father should ever take from his kids.
The make up doesn't wear off, and when it does even the slightest bit, it gets reapplied. I know I need to turn him in, but I'm scared to. I'm scared of what people with think, I'm scared of where I will go, what will happen to me and my precious baby sister. I talked "anonymously" to someone online, the say that my mother, though she's a victim will be jailed too. She kept information, and endangered two children for way too long. I'll be old enough, and I will care for my baby sister and keep up appearances. Yes, this is what I will do. I know that father won't hesitate or regret to take things too far during an investigation. I know he won't.
The announcer for the talent show calls my name, it is my turn to be on stage. Most of glee kids sing, Mike and Brittany dance, Finn plays the drums and sings with the 'band' while Puck plays guitar and sings, and Sam takes lead singer. No one knows that I play the guitar, this is what I will be doing today, while singing a song that will get me I trouble. It will raise eyebrows and questions.
I step out on stage and sit on the stool. I place the guitar on my thigh and reposition the two mics. I look into the crowd, and regret being here. I begin, knowing that I this will be one of my biggest mistakes.
She loves him more
He loves her more,
Seems like they won't ever let each other go,
The thought sunk in
Laughing and kissing it's a match made in heaven
Behind the rings on their fingers
Imprints the ink deep in the inner
That has stained their souls together now
Stained soul mates forever now
Seems like they've made it to the other side where the grass is greener
And the sky is always blue
And it goes on forever and ever but there is only room for two
Deep at night I'm awakened from my dreams,
Next door, yelling cries mercy she is begging please
Santana squints at me
"Don't end my life you're all I need and darling I will never leave"
And then she prayed on her knees, she said
"Save him, save him from the hand he that beats me on" [Repeat 4 Times]
Dark clouds cover her paradise,
She covers her eyes and hides behind enemy lines,
And she walks through the night with her child in her arms
She's thrown back hostage'd
See twenty years ago when she was just ten years old
Lost in imagination she was left alone
And pops had nothing to let his anger on oh he beat her cold
She used to pray on her knees, she said
Deep at night I'm awakened from my dreams,
Next door - yelling cries mercy she's begging please,-
"Get up, get up", he brings her to her feet,
And smacks her down till she falls to the ground
And over and over again,
I watched Santana glaring at me, figuring things out and adding two and two
He brings her to her feet till she can no longer stand -
And still the beating never ends
On and on and on it goes
Until he brings out a gun
And says to her "stop crying and bring me my son"
She cries harder and harder
He cries harder and harder
She says "baby please don't do this"
Two shots to her chest
And a blow to his own head
She quickly loses breath and blood rushes to their bed and baby cries his eyes out
She loves him more
He loves her more,
Seems like they won't ever let each other go,
Laughing and kissing it's a match made in heaven
A tear slipped down my cheek. "Thank you" I stood and went off stage. Breaking into a run, I ran outside, slamming myself into the car, and driving madly home. I didn't want to see what I knew I would.