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Quinn POV
The next morning, I woke up at six, showered, wrapped my ribs, dressed, and fit the sling over my shoulder. I was done getting ready by 6:45, and decided to go downstairs and get breakfast to go again. Once in the room again I woke up my sister and called the detective while we ate.
"Smith" came the voice through the phone. "Hi Detective Smith? This is Quinn, Quinn Fabray?"
"Oh, yes, hi hon, what can I do for you, is everything alright?" she asked me. "Yes, yes, everything is fine, I was just wondering how the house was coming, Emily's getting cabin fever."
She told me that we would be allowed to come back tomorrow afternoon. I thanked her and hung up, assuring her that I would call if anything happened. Emily got dressed and we went down to the car. Once again tucking her into the backseat, I turned around and faced her, talking seriously, but gently. "Emily?" she looked up, "Sweetie, I need you not to say anything about mommy and daddy to any of your classmates alright?" she looked at me and nodded, I knew she meant it, and I knew that she knew why I asked her to do so.
I dropped her off at school at 7:20, grateful of the 'before-school program they had. My school started in ten minutes, but was only a five minute drive. I blew Emily a kiss before she headed into the building. She gave me one last sad look before opening the doors and venturing inside. My drive to school was uneventful; I was still so very numb from Saturday afternoon.
I hesitated in the parking lot before going inside. The walk to the building brought many stares; I calmed myself with what Det. Smith told me about the story not getting out. Inside I headed straight for coach's office; she was the one person I was going to personally tell the truth to. I stood in front of her door and took a deep breath. I knocked, heard her tell me to come in, and took another deep breath, turned the knob and stepped inside.
Coach looked at and her eyes got angry yet sympathetic; I didn't know you could do that. "Quinn! What the hell happened to you?!" she yelled. I sat down and began, "Coach, I know how this looks, and I am going to ask that you don't interrupt me." She nodded, "When I was six, my daddy got really mad, he started drinking, then he started taking his rage out on me and mother. He hits me and does terrible things to me. When I was at the talent show this Saturday, he killed my mother and then himself. I got there, got my sister and called the cops. We went to the hospital and got checked out. Turns out, I've had a lot of breaks, sprains, and cracks that I didn't know about. There were three ribs that I'd cracked recently that didn't set up and they had to re-crack them and try setting them the right way. Same with my arm"
I took a deep breath and dared look up. Coach had tears in her eyes. She nodded her head and told me that the only people she would tell were the teachers that I had classes with, even Schue. We sat there in silence, well past the first bell. She wrote me a pass and told me she would make sure that this didn't get out, and told me not to worry about Cheerios. I thanked her and stepped into the empty hallway. I made my way to homeroom and thought about what a long day it would be.
I quietly opened the door to homeroom. The class was already doing an assignment; I handed the note to my teacher and took my seat behind Santana, who looked at me with a mix of confusion, anger, sympathy and horror on her face. The class was long, and uninteresting. Somewhere towards the middle of class, my teacher was on his computer, and a shocked gasp came from his mouth. Everyone, startled looked up and at him, giving weird faces. I sat the rigid, looking at my paper, knowing what he was gasping about. It was probably Sue's email.
At the end of class, I stood, and packed my bag, everyone rushing past me. Santana and Brittany rushed towards me though, bombarding me with questions. "What happened?" "Are you okay?" "Are you hurt?" I put up my hand, "Guys I'm fi-." My teacher cut me off, halfway through the door and my sentence. "Quinn, may I speak with you?" I gave my friends a sheepish look and walked over to his desk. Looking back at the girls, I motioned for them to continue. I listened to the "I'm sorry" speech and continued to my next class.
The day went by in a rush, I snuck away from my friends and into the car to go somewhere and get lunch. Instead, I went to the drug store and bought pain meds and razors. Once back at school I hurried to my last three classes and then o glee. I had the feeling that glee was going to be a nightmare, I knew that for once, I wasn't going to be able to escape the questions and anger and confusion, unless I broke down and left. But I could have never prepared myself for it.
They were on me like kids and birthday cake when I walked in after getting yet another "I'm sorry" speech from yet another teacher. All the kids sounded mad, especially Santana. I looked at Mr. Schue with pleading eyes, he returned my look with sad eyes, and I watched him swallow the brimming tears. I sat down and looked at everyone who was now standing in front of me.
"GUYS!" I cut them off; they looked at me with surprised looks. "After the talent show, I was going to visit a friend I hadn't seen In a long time a few hours away, we got in a car crash, I cracked three ribs, and broke an arm, it isn't a big deal." I told them, Santana glared at me, shocked.
"Quinn, it is absolutely a big deal that you got in a crash that was this bad!" I looked at Rachel, surprised that she spoke. I watched Santana send her a glare. Mr. Schue sent me a look, and broke us all up. The lesson went on longer that it should have. I got up and left early, without saying anything. I needed to get Emily from school.
Alrighty, look who didn't tell the truth
Did you see that coming?
Santana is certainly involving herself, no? How should she enter the story further?
Should Emily have told someone?
Is it a good idea that they continue to live in the house?
Thoughts on what should come next?
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