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Chapter 6:

Yesterday had been the worst day of Quinn's life. After crying for an hour in her car, she curled up in the back seat and tried to get some sleep, but it was the beginning of November in Ohio so it wasn't exactly warm out. When the sun finally rose, Quinn had probably only slept a total of two hours all night. With the new day she felt some hope, today couldn't possibly be as bad as the day before, and though she had been right about that, her day so far hadn't gone well at all. Around nine in the morning she'd driven to Ashely's house to see if she could stay with her, but she was stopped by Ashely's mother before she even got to the porch. Apparently her father had warned Mrs. Howard, the Howard's had been friends with the Fabray's for generations, and Mrs. Howard had looked at her with complete disgust and flat out told her never to contact Ashely again. Quinn's next stop had been Megan's. The Gusterson's were newer to Belleville, only coming to town when Quinn was about six years old so they weren't friends with Russell the way the Howard's were. Quinn actually got in the door, had cried to Megan, who was sympathetic, though when the two girls asked Mr. Gusterson if Quinn could stay he'd firmly said no. Quinn shouldn't have been surprised; Mr. Gusterson was as religious as Russell.

So now Quinn sat in her car, outside the local coffee shop where she got some lunch trying to decide what her next move was. She had no job other than tutoring, which made her enough to buy something things here and there and take care of her car, which hadn't been needed yet, but it would not be enough to rent an apartment or feed herself. Quinn rubbed her face in thought, Belleville was a very conservative town, and the chances of someone hiring a pregnant teen were slim to nil. Tears began to roll down Quinn's cheeks as she realized just how alone she was. He hand subconsciously went to her stomach as she desperately tried to figure out what to do next. She had to get a job, there was so if ands or buts about it. She could live in her car for now, it was cold at night but not too cold. She'd just drop out of school and work full time until she made enough to get a place. She could do this.

A month later however Quinn had yet to find a job. News traveled fast in small towns and everyone knew that Quinn Fabray was pregnant. When Quinn had walked into the local grocery store and asked the manager if they were hiring he'd said yes, but then when she gave him her name he'd scoffed and told her that he'd been wrong and the last place had been filled. That was how it went at the coffee shop, the library, the music store, the antique store, and the clothing store in town. She'd even tried applying at the Mellville Mall but no one would hire a sixteen year old with no experience. The recession was hitting Ohio hard and typical jobs that went to teenagers were now being filled by older adults.

Quinn had been forced to take up singing outside the Mellville Mall to earn a few dollars here and there. Sometimes she'd earn as much as twenty-five dollars if she stood outside the mall long enough, however she refused to do so past dusk as the mall became much more dangerous under the blanket of the night. Her first night there she'd been accosted by a drunken man and had just barely made it to her car and locked herself in. She didn't sleep at tall that night. In fact it was becoming increasingly more difficult to sleep. The first snow had fallen sometime around Thanksgiving and Quinn's car was unforgivingly cold at night. Quinn often imagined that sleeping in an igloo would be warmer than her car.

A raspy cough claimed her as she tried in vain to close her eyes around midnight exactly a month after being kicked out of her house. Her chest felt like it was in a vice grip and each breath she tried to take was like trying to drink a too thick milkshake through a straw. Grunting she rolled over when a small dull pain sparked in her stomach. Startled Quinn sat up and she felt it again. Quinn started to panic when suddenly it happened a third time. Hesitantly she rested her right hand on her stomach and felt a thud hit against it. A small smile spread across her face "You're kicking," she breathed out loud to her baby. The moment was however disturbed by another coughing fit. Quinn slumped back against the door. "I know baby, we need a doctor soon." Trying not to think of her suddenly questionable health Quinn focused on the baby now moving in her and forced herself to sleep.

The next morning Quinn sat in the driver's side of her car counting her money. She'd emptied her account before her father could freeze it, but all she had in there was about a thousand dollars. That money was quickly disappearing. Singing in front of the mall had only earned her about three hundred dollars in the last month, just enough to cover her gas, and the money people donated was becoming less and less as they got used to seeing her at the mall. Quinn was tired and at the end of her rope. She was sick and now three months pregnant and was supposed to have a checkup for the baby soon, yet she couldn't afford it. In a fit of rage Quinn chucked her bag across the car and all her things came out. Sighing she picked up her things, as she picked up her sisters journal she saw a piece of paper hanging out of it. She hadn't noticed the paper before; of course she hadn't actually ever read her sister's journal. Opening to the page that had the paper on it she saw two address written in her sister's neat handwriting. Quinn felt her eyes burning at the sight. God she missed Frannie. The first address had mom written above it. 123 Washington Street, Belleville. Quinn's heart stopped, her mom lived in Belleville, just across town from her father's house. Quinn disregarded the second address as her eyes were pulled from her mother's address to her sisters writing. Quinn first noticed the date; it was the dated the day before the accident.

January 9, 2002- Russell hit Lucy really hard today. He did it for no reason at all. Lucy had been sitting at the table eating dinner when she asked why her friend Tristan Willis had two mommies. Russell freaked. He yelled at her, told her to never speak of that family again and that she couldn't be friends with Tristan. Lucy asked why? Russell smacked her so hard she fell off the chair and then he put her in the closet. He hasn't let her out yet and he won't let me help her. I am done, I can't do this anymore. I go back to college soon, and I can't leave Luce here alone with him anymore. It's wrong. I have enough evidence now. Tomorrow I am taking Luce and my evidence to Mom. He can't keep us from her any longer. Luce will finally be safe and I can finally see Mom without being scared of getting caught. Jonathon says I have a good case for child abuse. Russell won't hurt Luce ever again.

Quinn didn't know what to think as she read her sister's words. She didn't remember the incident her sister wrote about, but she had only been eight at the time, and well Dad hit her a lot, incidents just started running together. The second thing that struck her was that Frannie had wrote that Dad couldn't keep them from Mom anymore. Quinn was confused, she'd always been told that Judy Fabray had abandoned them, but her sister's words told otherwise. Curiosity got the best of Quinn and she looked through the rest of the journal and was surprised by its contents, this wasn't a journal of her sister's inner thoughts it was a written and even photographic record of every time Russell had hit Quinn from the time Quinn was six until the day before the accident.

Quinn felt like her life was being turned upside down again. She felt so confused. Who was right her sister or her father? Quinn didn't know but she felt she had to find out. Maybe just maybe if Frannie was right, then Judy Fabray was waiting for Quinn. Maybe her mom would help her. Quinn wasn't stupid, she knew she couldn't survive living out of her car much longer, she was getting sick and that couldn't be good for her or the baby. All her money was going towards eating well, but soon she wouldn't even be able to afford that. As she began to cough harshly again she made up her mind and drove towards the address she'd already memorized. She'd do anything to make sure her baby stayed healthy and if that meant tracking down the woman who may or may not have abandoned her, then well she'd do it.

The house she came up to was a small rancher with green shutters and a brown roof, the garden was well kept and a stone path led from the driveway to the front door. Steeling herself after staring at the house for twenty minutes Quinn exited her car and walked to the front door. She stood there another ten minutes before finally knocking. Several minutes past and Quinn was about to give up when the front door began to open. Excitement and fear washed over Quinn finally settling on hope, but that was dashed when an old woman answered the door.

"Can I help you?" The woman asked eyeing Quinn carefully.

"Um…I am looking for Judy Fabray. I think she lives here." Quinn squeezed her hands behind her back.

"Oh, no she doesn't live here anymore honey, I bought this house from her, oh about eight years ago." Quinn's heart sank at the woman's words. Her hope died. Her mother wasn't here, she wasn't waiting for Quinn.

"Oh thanks." Quinn began to turn when the woman called out to her. "I think I remember her saying she was moving in with an old friend. Poor woman was so sad. I think her daughter had just died."

Quinn turned back, a glimmer of hope filling her, "Do you remember where?"

The old woman shrugged, "Dearie that was so long ago, I'm sorry." The woman shut the door and Quinn went back to her car.

She had been so hopeful that she'd find her Mom, that she'd find out that her father had been lying and that Judy hadn't abandon her and Frannie. Sitting in the car once again back to square one Quinn picked up the journal. Sshe was about to close it when she remembered the second address written on the paper folded inside. Maybe just maybe whoever was at that address knew where her mother was. Reading the address Quinn put the car in drive and started her way out of Bellville. This was truly her last chance and she had to give it a shot.

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Judy sat on the den couch reading a book while Funny Girl played on the television. Judy really liked Funny Girl but she still didn't understand how Rachel could watch the movie over and over again.

"This is my favorite part, Judy." Rachel bounced happily as Barbra launched into "Don't Rain on my Parade."

Judy laughed gently "I know that sweetheart." Rachel pointed out her favorite parts of the movie, basically the whole movie, every time she managed to get someone to watch it with her. Generally it was Judy.

"When are Dad and Daddy going to be home?" the teen asked as she moved to cuddle against Judy. Judy glanced down at her watch and saw that it was near six o'clock. "Soon. I have to start dinner."

Judy stood and walked into the kitchen with Rachel following her, clearly there was something on the young girls mind if she was willing to walk away from Barbra Strisand mid song. "Judy?"

"Yes?"

"Why don't you just move into the house? I mean you eat dinner with us at least three times a week. What's the point of pretending to live in the garage, when really you are in the main house just as much?" The question stopped Judy mid motion. It was a fair question, one that Judy had asked herself several times, but she always came up with the same answer. Despite how much Leroy and Hiram treated Judy like family, as much as Rachel saw Judy as a mother figure, Judy was not a Berry and she was not Rachel's mother. Judy had to keep some distance, because, well it made her circumstances less real if she at least lived her own life a little. Looking into Rachel's big brown eyes Judy didn't quite know how to explain. She didn't want to hurt Rachel's feelings by telling the teen that she wasn't her mother and needed her own space every once in awhile. Rachel was as good as Judy's daughter but it was different, it had to be different.

"Rachel, you know that I was once married, correct?" Rachel just nodded in response. "And that I have two daughters?"

"Frannie and Lucy, but Frannie died and Lucy lives with her dad." The girl said bluntly. Judy knew Rachel didn't mean to sound so heartless, the girl just didn't understand, but it still hurt to hear Rachel say it that way.

"Yes. Well you know I've been trying to get Lucy back for years. And well I never know when that will happen or when Lucy will come back to me, and well I need to be living on my own because if Lucy does come back to me, I don't want her to think that I've replaced her with a different family." And that was the truth. Judy's biggest fear was that Lucy would find her one day and think that Judy had replaced her with Rachel. Though Judy cared to much for Rachel and her fathers to leave. No the best thing for everyone was for Judy to continue to live in the garage apartment.

Rachel was quiet and studied Judy for a moment before nodding, "I guess that makes sense. I love you though, you know. I like that I have two daddies, but its nice to have you as a mom too."

"I love you too." Judy walked over and pulled Rachel into a big hug. "Now go on and finish watching your movie."

It wasn't much longer that Leroy and Hiram arrived home. Judy was busy finishing dinner and hadn't seen Leroy walk into the kitchen. "Judy." Judy startled at his voice. The smile she was going to give him fell from her face when she saw the look he was giving her. "Leroy what's wrong?"

He sighed and sat gesturing her to so as well. "Leroy you're scaring me."

"There isn't anything to be scared about, it's just I got some news on your petition to get custody of Lucy."

"I was rejected again? Russell opposed it again?" Judy's heart sank at the thought. She'd never get custody of Lucy before the girl turned 18. Leroy walked around the table and wrapped his arms tightly around Judy, "We'll try again."

Judy shook her head, "She'll be seventeen then, Leroy what's the point?"

"The point is that we'll know, you'll know that you never gave up on her." Leroy reminded her. Judy just leaned further into him, "I miss them so much. I can't get Frannie back, but I still have a chance with Luce, I just feel like I'll never get a chance. I worry so much about her."

"Lucy is your daughter; she's strong, smart, and resilient. She's fine Judes. And if we don't get her by the time she is eighteen, well then you can just go to her, and Russell can't do anything about it. You will see her again Judy, soon or later."

Leroy held Judy while she cried. It was moments like this that she thanked God that he was in her life. When she'd finally calmed down the two set the table for dinner and called in Hiram and Rachel in. Dinner was a quiet affair but warm. Everyone was cleaning up when a knock came at the door. Judy offered to get it and walked to the door. Opening it she saw a thin girl a few inches shorter than her in a baggy Bellville cheerleading hoody and sweat pants. Her hair was long, wavy and blonde, her skin a creamy ivory and flawless, and her eyes were the most incredible hazel Judy had ever seen, yet there was an obvious sadness in them. Judy took the girl in again and her breath caught, she'd seen those eyes before. "Can…Can I help you?" She whispered her heart beating rapidly. Judy knew who this was, but couldn't believe it.

"I'm looking for Judy Fabray and I was hoping you could tell me where she is," the girl's voice was angelic and gentle. Judy began to nod her head, tears filling her eyes, "I'm Judy Fabray," she replied. The girl's eyes grew wide and her jaw dropped. Silence filled the space between them and all Judy could do was wait, wait for the girl she knew to be her daughter to speak.

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