So I haven't updated this in a very, very long time, but guess who found their EtC work and is re-writing this story... Me. I will be posting all new chapters until the end and then going back to re-write the whole story for a different project. I am so so sorry for anyone who has waited for me to continue this story and I will be writing and posting chapters as soon as possible. Thing may be slow but I will finish this.

Chapter Ten
Behind Closed Doors

Quinn skipped down her front lawn in the late spring afternoon, her flowered dress blowing in the wind as she moved, her long blonde locks bouncing on her shoulders. She turned to watch the yellow school bus driving away, taking her friend's home. She spotted her two best friends at the back window. They waved and smiled at the blonde until the bus took them out of sight.

Quinn's smiled disappeared as she turned to her front door. She had been dreading home time all day, she wanted to stay in school with her friends where she could laugh and have fun. She gripped her school bag tight and knocked on the door faintly three times waiting to be let in. She heard footsteps behind the door and her mother was at the door seconds later. She smiled down at her baby girl. "Hey sweetie, how was your day?" She asked lovingly.

Quinn smiled brightly, "it was good, mommie!" Quinn reached into her bag in search for something as she walked passed her mother into her home. "San and B helped me colour this picture for-"

"That's nice, sweetie." Her mother cut her off, walking into the kitchen after losing interest in her youngest daughter and leaving Quinn in the hallway. The youngest Fabray watched as her mom left her alone. Sighing to herself, Quinn walked upstairs to her room. She emptied her books and pencils in to her bed and dropped the empty beg to the floor.

She picked up her picture she had drawn for homework that her best friends Santana and Brittany helped colour today in art class. Her friends thought it was kind of cool. Quinn looked over the angry colours painted together. The monster, as San and B had called it, stood in the middle of the page. It wasn't supposed to be a monster but a representation of her father. Her friends thought the monster was scary; its fangs and killer claws, green skin and giant figure, all oblivious to Quinn as she studied its blue eyes and blonde hair. Just like her father.

She took a deep breath, leaving her art on the bed she turned and went downstairs to the kitchen, where her mother was working on dinner. "Mommie?" Quinn called from the kitchen door, she felt guilty for some strange reason. Her mother didn't answer, keeping her back to her daughter. "Mom?"

"Ugh. What, Quinn? I'm busy." Her mother's sweet tone was gone and had been replaced into a dangerous, threatening tone. The young blonde watched her feet as she walked into the kitchen and sat at the breakfast bar. She watched her hands as she thought about what to say next.

"Mommie, can I talk to you about something?" Her mother didn't answer look up from her cooking, instead she threw a 'what' over her shoulder unnerving her daughter as Quinn watched her mother's back. Quinn wasn't sure that talking to her mother was such a good idea anymore, maybe she should have listened to her sister and kept her mouth shut, but she needed to talk to her mom. "A couple days ago," Quinn watched her hands again as they held on tight to each other. "I was supposed to be sleeping but I wasn't," she confessed to her ignorant mother. "The daddy came into my room and he-"

"What is going on in here?" Quinn jumped as the strong words cut her off. She looked up and found her infuriated father standing in the doorway staring at her. She looked to her mother for support but found nothing, her mother was still cooking completely unaffected by her husband's appearance. Quinn wished for her mother to turn around, to help and protect her, but she never did. "Quinn Fabray," a shiver shot down Quinn's spine at the call of her name. Her eyes found her father's again, "my office. Now."

Quinn followed her father to his study. She knew she was in trouble, she knew it was a bad idea to talk to her mom, and now she knew she would be punished for it. Her father stopped at the door, opening it and standing aside to allow his daughter inside. Locking the door behind him, he watches his daughter standing in the centre of his study facing away from him. She can feel his eyes burning into her but she doesn't dare turn to face him.

"You deliberately betrayed me. I am very disappointed in you." He was standing right behind her now, his calm voice forcing tears to form in Quinn's eyes. "You're just like your sister, a fucking disgrace. I thought you were smarter than this." Quinn couldn't help the sobs escaping from her. "Shut the fuck up!" Her father spat, raising his voice for the first time since presenting himself in the kitchen. Grabbing Quinn's arm he spins her around to face him. "Don't you dare fucking cry," he warns. "Or I'll give you something to cry about." He promises.

She couldn't stop the tear no matter how hard she tried. He grabbed her dress, "I said stop crying," her father ripped the buttons off her dress, exposing her pale back. "Get on the floor," she looked up and found his eyes daring her to defy him. Still sobbing she begged for him to stop, to leave her go. "Get on the fucking floor now!" His hand slapped her shoulder forcing her to the floor, she screamed at the contact, crying into the floor boards as her father moved around above her.

Everything went quiet and Quinn waited in silence for her father to say or do something next. She dared to lift her head to see what her father was doing after moments of anticipation. Then it hit her, the thin stick whipping onto her back. Quinn screamed as the stick cut into her back again and again. She screamed for her mother, for her sister, for anyone to help her.

"Quinn! Quinn!" A voice shouted over Quinn's screaming. It didn't fit there and she young girl didn't know who or where it was coming from. "Quinn, wake up! It's just a dream!" The blonde shot up screaming and sweating, Rachel knelt beside her. She wrapped her arms around the panting girl, pulling Quinn around to connect hazel to brown eyes. "It's okay, Quinn. It was just a bad dream." Quinn's heart raced as she tried to catch her breath.

She wrapped her arms around Rachel's body and cuddled down with her back into bed. Rachel held her tight, whispering reassurances into her ear as they held each other. It wasn't a dream, however, but a memory. A very true, very vivid memory. After half an hour, Quinn fell back to sleep to the singing of Rachel's voice and the soft touch of gentle fingers running over the four scars on her back.