Abusive Quinn is fun to write. But writing Rachel hurt is horrible. The things I do for my art! Hopefully this'll be a little longer. Last chapter was from the P.O.V of the character's. I've given up with that now, it's tiring and I just can't do it properly. From now on it'll be written from a third person's POV. Consider "Tonight" the prologue, or taster, whatever. This is the real story. Enjoy.
Rachel knew the drill. If she got into bed, she'd be punished. If Quinn was disturbed, the fate that Rachel would suffer... She didn't want to think about it. But Rachel needed to know if her place tonight was the floor, or the couch.
"Qui- Quinn?" She knocked on the door, softly, her heart going like a jackhammer, "Quinn? I-I need to ask you something." For some reason, she was more scared than ever, this felt like the calm before the storm. The door opened under Rachel's soft touch, spilling the hall's light onto Quinn's mussed up, waist-length golden curls, falling down her back, her face to the wall.
"What do you want, Rach?" Her voice, husky with sleep, wound it's way around Rachel's body and pulled her closer. It was going to be okay. This time, she'd be sorry, this time, she'd mean it. Rachel just knew it.
Rachel's gentle footfalls echoed from the carpet. Quinn felt like dirt. Worse than dirt. Rachel didn't deserve this; Quinn didn't deserve her. But she couldn't let her know that. She couldn't let her leave. Rachel's fears and anxieties enveloped the room, and Quinn, so fiercely that even the blonde had to choke back tears. This had to stop, but how...
Quinn turned to her girlfriend, being careful to compose her face despite the dark making it impossible to read. Rachel's hands were trembling, yet a sliver of confidence shot through the brunette, and she extended her reach, to take her lover's hands. The same hands that used to cause so much joy, pleasure, euphoria; the same hands that now, she was afraid of.
"You... didn't tell me... where I should sleep..." The brunette cast her eyes to Quinn's hand, which had wrapped itself around hers so softly it was almost unreal. Quinn pulled, gently, on that hand, causing Rachel to fall against her. Rachel was trembling, terrified that this would last for only a moment. Cautiously, she nuzzled a little further into her girlfriend's side, fear spiking her heart.
With the demeanour of someone dealing with an injured animal, Quinn wrapped her arms around the smaller girl, kissed her forehead and whispered, "You sleep with me, tonight."
I'm sorry, you guys, I suck SO BAD at long chapters! Hopefully I'll get better. And if not... you'll love me anyway, right? Yeah, Quinn... Can't be evil. They're supposed to love each other Dx
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