"All done! You can go now." The young blonde woman said, straightening her daughter's school uniform.

"Thank you, mommy." The girl answered, bouncing from heel to toe. She couldn't wait to go to school and meet her friends. She turned around and took a few steps toward the stairs, when the woman called out to her.

"Sweetie, didn't you forget something?"

The girl smiled and ran back to her mother. "I love you, mommy!" She hugged her and kissed on the cheek.

"I love you too, Kathy. Now go and have fun with your friends, but don't forget that pretty girls like you should behave in the classroom." Her mother said.

"Yeees, ma'am." Kathy answered and pressed her lips together as she took a glance at school doors.

"Okay-okay, I'm not going to waste your time anymore." The blonde chuckled at her daughter's hurry. "I'll see you after school."

The girl jumped up, turned around and ran to the building. When she was on the top step of school porch, she looked back at her mother and happily waved to her. After that, Kathy opened the door and stepped inside.

The weather was perfect, it was warm and sunny. The young woman thought it would be wonderful to go for a walk in the park with Kathy after her classes. But now she needed to go to the store and buy some food for cooking dinner. She sighed contently and walked to her car.

After a couple of hours the blonde parked at her house. She took out the bags from the trunk and walked to the front door humming some melody. When the blonde was in the kitchen she saw her husband was standing at the island. He was holding a glass of whiskey in one hand. She saw an empty bottle on the island.

The blonde stiffened, but then took a deep breath and went to lay out food from bags in the fridge.

"Where have you been?" The man asked demanding.

"Well, hello to you too, Derek. Why you're home?" The woman said calmly.

"I asked you a question! Where have you been?" The man growled grabbing his wife's arm and pulling her to himself so their faces were inches apart. The blonde winced as she felt alcohol in his breath.

"Jeez, calm down." She rolled her eyes and tried to move away, but he only tightened his grasp on her arm. "I took Kathy to school and then drove to the store." She looked at him cautiously.

He just scoffed. "What a wonderful story. And I should believe in it? Where have you been? Who is he? Do I know him?" He demanded.

"What?! What are you talking about?" She looked in disbelief at her husband.

"Do I look like an idiot, huh? Do you think I'm going to work like a hell for our family and you will be fucking around?" He roared and slapped her across the face.

It wasn't the first time when Derek got drunk and hit her. Sobering up he always apologized telling her, that this would never ever happen again. But when he hit you once, he hit you once again and again and again. A few years ago he pushed her down the stairs and she broke her arm. Sure thing, she told her friends that she stumbled and failed to keep the balance. But what happened today…today was different. Today there was a special evil glint in his eyes which she had never seen before. It was like he didn't hear what she was telling him. "So, could you tell me where have you been or I should beat a shit out of you before I'll get an answer?"

"Honey, I swear I was in the store. I have no one. Only you. I just love you and our daughter." There were tears in her eyes when she looked at her husband. The blonde was literally shaking with fear.

"Our daughter… I'm not even sure she's ours. You're being such a whore back in high school. Who knows how many guys you've slept with. And me…I'm just a fool who trusted you." He narrowed his eyes and said in a low voice.

Her eyes widened at his words. "You're crazy!"

And then he snapped. He pressed her back into the counter and clasped his hands on her neck. "Don't you dare talking to me like that! You're fucking whore!"

"I've never cheated on you. Not now, not in high school. You know that." The blonde was trying.

Her husband just mocked. "Oh, come on, darling. You've been a head cheerleader for God's sake!"

They were high school sweethearts. Then she got pregnant and they decided to keep a baby. Of course, at first time it was hard, because after graduating they both went to college. But their parents were helping them to raise Kathy.

When they got college diplomas, Derek already had great plans for their future. They concluded that his wife should be with Kathy and there was no need for her to having a job. By now Derek is a successful young politician and let's just say that he was earning enough money so his family lived comfortably.

In the public eye their family was perfect. And it was true before Derek drank too much a few years ago and it all went in a wrong way. Since then it has happened from time to time, but the blonde always gave him another chance. One day he was crying on her lap because of what he did. She comforted him telling it was an accident. Each time injuries were getting worse. But she truly believed that her husband will change.

"Derek, let me go. I can't breathe." She was gasping for air. Tears were streaming down her face.

"Let you go, huh? No, I will kill you and then our daughter. Oh sorry, your daughter." He mocked and clasped his hands on her throat more violently.

Her eyes widened as she desperately was trying to unhook his hands from her neck. He pushed her more into the counter so she dropped her hands and clung of it until she groped something. It was a knife. She grabbed it and without thinking hit her husband in the chest turning the knife's handle. Derek released his grasp and she pushed him away. He stumbled back and his head went straight down to the ground.

The woman was breathless as she stared in horror at her husband. The whole floor was in blood. She quickly kneeled next to him lifting his head and laid it on her lap. "Derek… Oh my God… Derek, please, open your eyes." She felt something sticky on her palm and lifting his head a little so she could see. Blood was flowing from his head. The blonde was shaking, she choked with sobs. She inhaled a deep breath, then carefully placed her husband's head on the floor, stood up and ran for her phone. She frantically dialed 911.

"911 do you need police, fire or ambulance?" The operator answered.

The blonde took a deep breath again as she was trying to calm herself down. "Uh, hello. I think police and ambulance."

"Okay. What's the address, Miss?" The operator asked, but she didn't hear her. She just stared at her husband's body.

"Miss?"

She glanced at the empty bottle of whiskey. "I think I just killed my husband." The blonde said quietly.

"Miss, what's the address you're at?" The operator repeated her question.

When she told where she's been living, the blonde looked back at him.

"Miss, please stay home. Ambulance and police are on their way."

"Okay."

"Okay, good. I need to know your name, Miss."

"Yeah, sure... It's Quinn. Quinn Fabray-Walcott."

A/N: I have to say that there will be a lot of Quinn in the first few chapters because I can't begin this story without it. So if someone is going to read it, please, be patient.

Oh, if my English really sucks you should tell me and I'll stop writing until better times. Because I don't want to embarrass myself.