They drew the knives and threw them at the girls. Luckily, they ducked in time, but Quinn's left ear was bleeding.

Santana jumped to her feet and hit the fire alarm. She and the rest of the club ran out into the chaos, not thinking that this would leave her love and her best friend in danger.

We were terrified of the men approaching us. My dad reached out and grabbed me, pulling me to his car. Quinn's dad did the same. I managed to text Santana "Help me."

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"You-Bitch-Will-Come-When-You-Are-Told-To!" my father proclaimed, a word with every damned smack.

There was fear in my eyes and someone rang the doorbell.

"That's your girlfriend, isn't it? Well," he raised his voice, "It's Open!"

He whispered, "She deserves to see you like this after corrupting you."

Santana ran in through the door, followed by Puck, Finn, and Mr. Schue. Someone, I don't know who, had a video camera and was recording the beating. Sick.

I closed my eyes for the next hit, but none came. I was aware of the heavy weight that was my father being lifted off me and replaced by a softer one. Santana.

She reached out to brush a tear away from my cheek but I flinched away.

She brushed my hair back and snuggled into my bruised chest. "Are you okay?" she whispered.

I shook my head.

"Quinn. Her dad is worse than mine. We have to find her."

I dragged myself upright and saw Puck dragging my unconscious father to his car. Mr. Schue was showing Finn the video.

Santana followed my gaze and explained. "They took the video so you would have proof, and now, four witnesses."

Grateful tears shown in my eyes.

"We need to find Quinn." I said. Santana nodded, and after telling the guys where we were going, helped me to her car.

We stopped at Quinn's house and I walked to the side of her house, climbing up the tree that led to her balcony.

Santana followed, and I winced as I jumped over the ledge.

"Santana, hand me the video camera." I told her calmly.

She did, her eyes full of fear, as I recorded her father punching the unconscious form of Quinn, his boxers down along with her pants.

I shut it off and handed it back to her.

She followed me into Quinn's room. Her father was too drunk to notice us, so he continued beating.

We eventually got him off her, by sneaking around him and jumping on his back. Santana knocked him out with a good punch to the face, and drove him down to the police station.

I focused on the broken form of Quinn. I got a warm cloth and held it to her shivering form, whispering French to her.

It would be okay.