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Quinn POV

At the hospital, they put us behind a curtain in the emergency and we waited. A doctor came in and told me that he was going to look us over. He asked me to pull off my sister's shirt and I outright refused. When he asked me why, I simply asked for a new doctor. He nodded and walked away.

While they checked my sister, they pulled me aside, telling me the police wanted to talk to me. The conversation wasn't pleasant. I didn't want to talk about it, but I knew I should. So I answered to the best of my ability and honestly.

"How did you know it was your father?" She asked. "I saw the gun, and I knew, I just…did" I told her.

"Where were you?" "I was at a talent show with the rest of the club from school. I came home" I trailed, "to that." My voice cracked on the last word.

"Does your father hurt you? Does he…abuse you?" "Yes" I whispered.

"Where?" "Everywhere." I told them again.

She sighed and sat back. Looking at her partner, I could tell they had one of those 'silent exchanges' she looked at me, her tone serious but gentle. "You can go up and get checked now; there isn't really a point in getting evidence."

"I don't want anyone to know about this. Not my friends, not my family, we live country enough for no one to know." "Sweetheart," she said, kindly, "There is no way that we can guarantee that this doesn't get out."

"Please, try for my sake." She nodded.

I went upstairs and into the exam room. A nurse set up a curtain and I stood behind it and stripped my clothes. She took them and handed me a gown. I draped it over my body and stepped from behind the curtain and sat on the table. She checked everything, it was kind of like a yearly check-up, while also checking for injury from everything I'd been put through with my dad. Apparently, I had two 3 cracked ribs that hadn't set up the right way. They had to re-crack them in order to wrap them and get them set the right way. They had to the same with my arm. It hurt…a lot.

I came out of the exam room and headed straight to my sister, pulling her up with my good arm despite the pain. They told us that we could go, and set up a reservation at a hotel for the next few days so that they could clean up the house. The police asked us if we still wanted to live there, and we said yes. They would clean it all the way up, and get the judge to pass down everything my parents had. The fortune and everything else. We would get the bank accounts, the house, the cars, and the safe deposit box. The details were extraordinary.

We got everything. I would be granted emancipation and I would custody of my sister. Because of the circumstances, we would get government checks. The police assured me that they would try to keep this story from going public. They drove us to the hotel, signed us in, and led us to the room. The detective handed me her card and told me that if anything happened, to call her. I nodded and shut the door.

We fell nearly immediately to sleep. Cuddled in my arms, Emily cried herself to slumber. I felt bad, and I felt numb to the situation. How could I let it get so out of hand? I led myself to the bathroom, and realized that there was nothing here to satisfy an urge. I made a mental note to get some tomorrow at the store. Emily woke up with blood curdling scream, a nightmare that she couldn't shake. It took three episodes of SpongeBob to calm her down and to get her sleeping again. I however did not return to the darkness that would surely bring on exactly what had woken her.

When she woke up, I had already been downstairs to the breakfast; I had gotten myself a very large cup of coffee, some yogurt, and a bagel. I got Emily a cinnamon roll, a yogurt, and some juice. I brought it to her in bed and began to talk to her.

"Emily," I started, "I need you to understand that it is just you and me now, ok? Do understand that?" I asked her. She was smart, Emily. She was wise beyond her years, forced onto her by the man the shot himself, the man I was glad was dead. Emily practically read my thoughts.

"I'm glad they're dead. Daddy was so mean to us, and mommy never saved me. She never saved you." She looked at me, turning red, tears pooling in her big cobalt blue eyes. I sighed looking at her. She scrunched up her face and leaned forward into me, curling her body. I placed a hand under each of her arms, and pulled her to me. She wrapped her arms around my neck, and her legs around my waist. She laced her fingers in my hair and just cried. I allowed myself to drop a few tears too. When she was finished, I dressed us both in robes, and went down to the laundry machines. I did a load, quickly and went to bathe the girl, and then myself.

The clothes were done by the time we were, and we dressed in them, warm and toasty. I grabbed my purse. "Let's go shopping" I said to her. She grinned and took my hand. Outside of the room, looked down at her. It was going to be a rough year. She skipped ahead to the elevator and pressed the button, in awe at the way it lit up. Finally making it outside the hotel, I saw my car in the lot. A yellow slip of paper on it read, be safe and call if ANYTHING happens. –Det. Smith. She must have had someone drive it over for me.

I tucked Emily into the car seat in the back, and got in the driver side. Looking in the rear view I asked her a question, "Where to?" she grinned, "Old Navy!" she squealed. How did I not guess that? As I drove, I kept sneaking glances at her. I know she knew what was happening, and we shouldn't be put through this, not after what had happened.

When we got back to the hotel, it was already late, we had decided to get lunch, see a movie, toy shop, and get dinner. We were both tired. Before falling asleep, I remembered the dreading feeling in the pit of my stomach. Tomorrow was a school day.

Review with answers!

1. should she tell the truth?

2. should something happen to Emily?

3. what should the cover story be?

4. are you anxious for santana?

5. does the media find out?

6. what are your predictions?

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