Warning, this chapter contains the theme of eating disorders but nothing too detailed..well.. eh. I'm not good at warnings.
Flashback:
Lydia walked into the living room, spotting Quinn sitting alone on the couch fidgeting with her bowl of cereal.
"Quinn honey, are you okay?" Lydia sat next to her daughter,immediately noticing Quinn's tired eyes, her ghostly complexion and her brittle hair.
"Yes, I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?" An irritated Quinn said.
Even though Lydia knew her beautiful daughter wasn't fine, she didn't want to push her. For now, she'll have to sit and wait, for her daughter to finally open up."
"Honey, I-"
"Mom, stop. Can't I sit here alone and eat my cereal, without you complaining about me?"
Lydia looked at Quinn's bowl of Cheerio's that had become soggy in the milk. "But I was-"
"You know what, I don't need you complaining at me about my appearance all the time. I'm going to take a shower if you want to complain about that too." Quinn angrily got up from the couch, handed her mom the bowl and made her way to the bathroom. Ignoring Lydia's pleas to return.
As she sat by the toilet, she turned on the radio and turned it up to the highest volume. Quinn, put her hair to the side as she closed her eyes. She pressed two fingers together as they travelled towards her mouth. Her retching was drowned out by the sound of Taylor Swift being blasted from the radio. The tall but weak girl flushed the toilet, used some mouthwash, opened the small window and sprayed some deodorant around her to cover up the smell. Quinn sat on the floor for a while before taking a quick shower. When she finished, Quinn sprayed more deodorant before returning to her bedroom. She sighed heavily as she laid down, staring at the ceiling. There was a faint knock on the door. Quinn scowled as Haley's head peeped into her room.
"Hey, I...uh, need boy advice." Haley said softly, clearly embarrassed.
"Then ask Taylor. She'll give you the most amazing boy advice. Leave." A sarcastic Quinn said, pointing towards the door, still staring at the white ceiling.
Haley hesitated before speaking. "...But. You know Taylor, she's...not so good at the relationship part when it comes to boys, she just sleeps around with them. Anyway! So, Nathan and I have only been dating a few weeks, but I really think he's... "The One" you know? Like you and David. You used to always talk about how great David was, how happy you both were and I saw that Quinn. How that boy looks at you. I used to dream that a boy would look at me the way David does to you...and now I've found him. He's...my prince..."
"Wow look at you. So 'in love'. Haley, you're in the honeymoon phase. Just like I was with David. Now? Me and David haven't even spoke for weeks." "David and I... is what your supposed to say...Quinn." Quinn scowled again "You want advice?Fine. Listen to Nathan guy isn't your prince'. I bet you won't last a month. Stop kidding yourself. You need to quit thinking about all that fairytale crap, your sixteen, not five." Quinn looked at Haley's expression turn from happy to hurt.
"...Quinn. What happened to you? You used to be so supportive, now your..your a bitch like Taylor!" Haley cried, walking out of Quinn's deep wine coloured room.
"Drama queen." Quinn mumbled as she sank further into her bed. As she did, Taylor bursted into her room.
"You made Haley cry, what happened here?"
"..Not now Taylor. Leave."
"Jeeze, you would think you're purging would relax a person."
Quinn quickly bolted upright. "What did you say?"
"...You heard me. Your purging. Your bulimia. Please, you're not that secretive. Your hair looks disgusting, your dark circles darker than usual, your mood swing, your over use of that damn perfume. The list goes on. Your not exactly Sherlock Holmes, Quinn."
"Who else knows?"
"Just little ol' me. Hey, is this why David dumped you?"
"...We didn't break up." Quinn mumbled.
"...Well, that's not exactly what he told me in the locker room yesterday." Taylor smirked, as she tried to gain a reaction from Quinn but she remained stone faced.
"...Did you?"
"...Quinn, you know me. I'm not the one to kiss and tell."
"You really are a whore aren't you?" Quinn said angrily.
"Mmm that reminds me, I'm meeting David. Have fun with you and the toilet..Quinny." Taylor said cruelly
Quinn didn't have enough energy to fight with Taylor anymore, she sank into her bed and stared at the ceiling, sighing heavily.
Dinner was awkward. Icy glares between Quinn,Haley and Taylor were exchanged. Lydia, noticing these glares, cleared her throat.
"Where's dad, mom?" Haley asked looking at the empty sit in front of her.
"Jimmy is working late, he insisted in us eating without him...So, how was your day Taylor?" Lydia asked as she watched Quinn play with her food before taking the tiniest piece of mashed potatoes onto the fork and into her mouth.
"It was good...I saw an old friend of Quinn's again today." She smirked at an irritated Quinn.
"Taylor, if you don't want me to throw this knife at you, I suggest you shut it."
"Mom! Did you hear how she spoke to me." Taylor said, innocently.
"Oh, get your head out of her ass, Taylor."
"That's it. Quinn. I'm sick of you and your behaviour. I don't know what's gotten into you but you need to act your age."
"Oh trust you, mom. Always on that little whore's side."
"Oh, that's it. Mom, Quinn is a bulimic." Taylor exclaimed. Silence filled the room. Haley stood up, astonished at what she heard.
"Excuse me." She mumbled, leaving the table and out the door.
"...Quinn." Lydia said softly.
"I don't need this." Quinn said, quickly leaving the table and marching into her room, slamming the door behind her as hard as she could. A few moments later Lydia knocked lightly on her door.
"Quinn honey?"
"Mom. I don't need a lecture." Quinn said laying face down on her bed.
"I just need to know why."
Quinn rose from her bed and looked directly at her mother. "Why? Why? Why do you think? I'm surrounded by people, who constantly, constantly mock me. People at school, using that reverse psychology, saying I'm thin. I see their game. I know what they're doing."
After a long silence Lydia spoke. "Honey, you need to stop all this, forcing yourself to throw up, the self hatred...your beautiful."
"Don't you think I've tried? Do you think I like being like this? Do you think I enjoy it? Do you think I like constantly worrying about my how I look? Do you think, in that mind of yours this is some activity I like?" Quinn asked angrily. "You don't understand. Get out."
"Honey, I.. You have to help me understan-"
"Help you? Help? You're supposed to help me!" Quinn exclaimed.
"Quinn. You need to calm-"
"Stop. Just stop telling me what to do. You don't realize it don't you? You don't see what's happening here. You don't realize."
"Qui-"
"Get out."
And with that, Lydia walked out of the room to see Taylor sitting by the door. Crying.
"Mom. What's happened with Quinn? I shouldn't have told you like that. I...I just wanted to get back at her you know?"
Lydia hushed her crying daughter as she hugged her tighly."This isn't about you sweetie. It's about Quinn. And she needs help."
"Nathan. I'm scared. Scared about Quinn." Haley said as Nathan pulled her into a hug. Haley had called Nathan to meet her at the pier when she left at dinner.
"Haley, she needs help. And you need to support her. Hey. Come on, let's get you home." Nathan said softly, wiping her tears away from her face with his thumb. And like that, Haley stopped the crying. She needed to help her sister and crying wouldn't help her.
That night, when she returned home sheimmediately headed to Quinn's room...Haley sighed and gently knocked on the door, hearing a faint 'come in'.
"Quinn..."
The tall girl was sitting on her bed, hugging her knees towards her chest rocking back and forth.
"Sorry for being snarky this morning Haley."
"Quinn." Haley sat beside her and gently hugged her sister as she began crying. "You know. You're one of the most...strongest person I know. And, I'm going to help you, as much as I can."
Quinn waited nervously in the therapists office. Haley grabbed her shaky hand and gave her a reassuring smile.
"Quinn James?"
Quinn quickly arose, gave Haley a nervous smile and walked into the room.
She was greeted by a friendly looking woman with auburn hair and a smile on her face.
"Hi. I'm . Please, take a seat."
Flashback ends.
Quinn opened her eyes to a white ceiling and a faint beeping noise.
'This isn't my room.' She thought to herself.
"Quinn! Your awake!" Brooke said happily, giving her friend a gentle hug.
"Brooke. Wha...wha..what happened?"
"Okay, I'm going to tell you something and...it's not good. But, you were in an accident an-"
It all came rushing back to Quinn. They were going to the clinic... "What happened to the baby?" Quinn interrupted Brooke.
"Quinn. I'm sorry." And like that, Quinn burst out crying.
"Did you tell Clay?"
Brooke nodded. "He...had to take some time. You know, process the information and all."
"Well. That's my marriage ruined." Quinn said mumbled, wiping away her tear.
"Honey, your marriage isn't ruined. You may have hit a...huge bump in your marriage, but it certainly isn't ruined."
Just as Brooke hugged Quinn, Haley had bursted into the room.
"Quinn! Quinn your awake! Thank God. But how could you have been so stupid! Clay rang me and told me everything. Abortion? Really? Hows the baby anyway?"
Brooke could see Quinn wasn't in the right state to explain everything again.
"Haley, come on, Quinn needs some time." Brooke took Haley's arm and guided her outside.
"Calling her stupid? Really Haley? She already feels bad she doesn't need her own sister judging her. She lost the baby."
"I...I didn't mean to- I...this is.. Just. Where's Clay and Julian?" Haley stuttered.
"Julian's gone to check on the boys at my moms and as for Clay, I don't know, he was here, now he's not. Didn't he say where he was when he called you?"
Haley shook her head as she bit her lip. nervously. Brooke's phone began to vibrate,she smiled at the caller ID.
"Hey honey, hows the boys? And do you know where Clay is?" Brooke nodded and mouthed 'Tric' to Haley. Haley mouthed 'Let's go' back to her.
"Okay, honey I have to go. Love you." As soon as she hung up the phone, Brooke rushed to Quinn's room. Where she was fast asleep. Brooke slowly walked out of the room, cringing at the noise her heels were making as she walked.
"Sh, damn heels." She whispered to herself, Brooke gently closed the door behind her.
"Okay, Quinn's sleeping so we can go. Quickly though. The two girls quickly walkedout of the hospital and took Haley's car to Tric, where they spotted Clay, drinking by himself at the bar.
Haley angrily walked over to him, grabbing his shot glass and banging it onto the table.
"Clayton Evans what the hell are you doing?" She shouted.
"Whoa whoaa. Haley, calm it. Chill. Drink some tequila!"
"That's it, you little ass-" Haley formed a fist but was quickly held off by Brooke.
"Okay, calm down Haley. Chase! A little help!" Brooke said, as she noticed Chase standing behind the bar,watching them.
"Oh, right." Chase said, putting down the glass cups and guiding Haley to a seat.
"Okay, Clay. What are you doing here? Why are you here? Quinn's awake you know...She needs you." Brooke said Clay scoffed.
"She doesn't."
"Clay. Look at me. She needs you. You may not think it, but she does. And if you don't get that, then I should seriously slap you right now."
Clay scoffed again. "Like you would. Chase! Another round! Hey Brooke do you want a dr-" Clay was interrupted by Brooke's hand hitting his cheek.
Haley rushed over and slapped Clay on his other cheek. "Come on Brooke, let's go."
As they left, a redhead girl walked over to Clay and took a seat next to him.
"Wow, you got slapped pretty hard."
Clay quickly drank all four of his shots, signalling Chase to give him more. "Yeah. No kidding." He said sarcastically. "So, what's your name?"
"Don't you remember me? I'm Rachel. An old friend..."
Merry Christmas! Okay, so...hey Rachel! This is probably the longest chapter I've written! If there are any mistakes I apologize in advance I'm proof reading this chapter on my phone, it's uber difficult!
Thank you for reviewing/reading! I'll try to update soon! Hopefully, on New Years Eve! HAPPY HOLIDAYS TO ALL.