Note: Thank-you all so so much for all of your alerts, favorites, reviews and even just for reading this- it makes me so happy and yeah, just thank-you sooooo much! Also thank-you for my birthday messages. I'm really sorry that I haven't updated in ages, but it's a long story so I'm not going to bore you ;) Anywhoo, I don't know what you will think of this chapter- I knew what I wanted to happen in this chapter for like months now, however I couldn't really put it to 'paper' that well so please let me know what you think and if you don't like this chapter I can always rewrite if you want me to? I hope you like this chapter! (sorry if the formatting is a bit dodgy...- italics are flashbacks and then it skips between Santana's, the glee club's and Quinn's perspectives in 'present' day)
I don't own 'Glee'! (as you all know :L) and the song is 'Use Somebody' by Kings of Leon.
'Ooh-way-o, ooh-way-o.
Ooh-way-o, ooh-way-o.
Ooh-way-o, ooh-way-o.
Ooh-way-o, ooh-way-o.'
The lights went up on stage revealing the New Directions one by-one as they sang out with their hearts. The kids were wearing their white and black outfits as they have done for many numbers before.
'I've been roaming around, I was looking down at all I see,
Painted faces fill the places I can't reach.
You know that I could use somebody,
You know that I could use somebody.'
Nine of them slowly shifted backwards as they began simple choreography in the background whilst Finn and Rachel took the leads with Santana's and Quinn's absence being rather noticeable...
'Someone like you and all you know and how you speak,
Countless lovers under cover of the street.
You know that I could use somebody,
You know that I could use somebody,
Someone like you.'
Santana was still stood outside of the Fabray home, yet Santana being Santana, she knew how to get in- it was an easy job for her, especially as the door wasn't even locked properly. Santana slowly turned after shutting the door behind her. For a moment she was frozen with shock, not wanting to believe the sight before her.
There was dried red liquid over one of the walls...
'Ooh-way-o, ooh-way-o.
Ooh-way-o, ooh-way-o.
Ooh-way-o, ooh-way-o.
Ooh-way-o, ooh-way-o.'
He was holding Quinn firm by the shoulders as she slammed her back repeatedly into the wall, ensuring that her body hit into it hard with every shove. Her eyes were red from crying as she whispered silent pleas for him to stop.
There was short blonde hair scattered over the floor...
He had grabbed her hair and was holding it low behind her head as he continued to pound her skull into the solid wall.
'Off in the night while you live it up I'm off to sleep,
Waging wars to shake the poet and the beat.
I hope it's gonna make you notice.
I hope it's gonna make you notice,'
Quinn was in the car driving off to some town which she had never heard of. Her mother, Judy, was fast asleep in the passenger seat whilst Quinn was sat in the back, like she hadn't done since she was a child. Her vacant and lost face was hidden behind the tinted windows, hiding her from the outside world.
'Someone like me,
Ooh-way-o, Ooh-way-o.
Someone like me,
Ooh-way-o, Ooh-way-o.
Someone like me,
Ooh-way-o, Ooh-way-o.
Somebody.
Ooh-way-o, ooh-way-o.'
The Latina found pieces of shattered glass in the trash can...
Quinn's head jolted to the right as her father threw his glass at her, causing it to shatter into tiny pieces.
Santana raced upstairs, hoping that she would find Quinn safe in her room, but she didn't even make it up the stairs before another bloodstain covering the carpet near a wall caught her eye...
Quinn's battered body crumpled on to the floor, her head was pounding and her insides were throbbing. The pain was too unbearable to move.
The brunette now found herself standing in Quinn's en suite, seeing the mirror Quinn had broken the other morning scattered over the white tiles.
'I'm ready now,
I'm ready now,
I'm ready now,
I'm ready now,
I'm ready now,
I'm ready now,
I'm ready now.'
The Fabray car pulled to a stop at a gas station near Toledo. Russell had been out of the car for about five minutes now, leaving Judy still asleep and a petrified Quinn. The youngest blonde felt her heart pound faster as she heard heavy footsteps nearing her door, dreading what was to come. Mr. Fabray violently pulled open the door, grabbing Quinn's shaking arm. He pulled her up harshly out of the car as he began leading her round the back of the building.
Quinn knew that they were coming close to Michigan as she often stopped here when she used to go to ballet, but she had never been here with her father before, even when she used to be his little angel.
'Someone like you, somebody,
Someone like you, somebody,
Someone like you, somebody.'
Rachel, as per usual, had damp cheeks and eyes from crying during this song. However, this wasn't her usual Rachel Berry crying 'every time I sing a solo' (even though this wasn't a solo). No, this was coming from her heart as her mind placed Quinn sat in a seat a couple of rows from the back. All that was going through her mind was Quinn; where she was, what was going on last night, if she was okay, if she was even alive, if- too many questions without answers.
'I've been roaming around, I was looking down at all I see.'
Santana gently picked up the loose razor blade which she had found next to the sink. The shining metal possessed a bloody sharp edge. The brunette's brown eyes began to be misted with welling tears.
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A loud thud rang through Quinn's ears as her father pressed her up against the brick wall of the shop at the gas station.
'Now you listen to me...' Quinn looked around at the floor, desperately trying to avoid Russell's medusa stare. 'Look at me!' He whispered low with disgust blanketing his voice. The shaking girl slowly brought up her eyes to find his face mere inches away from her own. It took less than a second for Russell to blind the trembling girl momentarily as his fist collided with the centre of Quinn's face. 'What have you been telling that Lopez girl?' He closed even more of the distance in between them.
'Santana? I haven't said anyt-' Mr. Fabray's hand clamped around Quinn's mouth, muting anything that tried to escape her lips.
'Well, it just so happens that I ran into her step-mother whilst in the shop- she said that Santana had received a couple of strange texts from you? Saying things like 'please come over to mine, I need you' or 'thank-you for being there for me, you're a great friend even if I haven't always been that nice to you- you're like the sister I never had' and all that sort of crap.' Quinn wasn't even the one who sent those texts, but taking the blame was always easier than the consequences of telling the truth. ' Did you forget about Frannie? That you actually have a real sister, one that always tries her best and makes the right decisions. She grew up into a little angel, unlike you... She's not a worthless piece of messed-up slutty shit like you are. Now you will never speak to any of those dumb-ass kids from Lima again; I can't have those sorts of questions being asked. Do you understand?' He slowly removed his hand in order for Quinn to answer to her 'daddy'.
'You can't decide who my friends are, and if you've got a problem with them, you can say it to my face and don't tak-' Quinn stopped mid-sentence as pain seized through her skull spreading down around her neck. Her father now moved his hands down to Quinn's hips as he checked around for any other people or CCTV that they would be picked up on. Once he had confirmed the coast was clear, he placed himself less than an inch away from his daughter as he moved one of his hands to the bare skin of her hip just below the waistline of her sweatpants and her underwear.
'So this is how you want to play is it?' He lowered his hand slightly, however it remained on her hip.
'No, please, no... Please...' It had taken Quinn a while to even register what he was planning on doing out in public.
'I'll only stop if you never talk to those bastards again...' He began to make circles with his fingers as he slowly moved them across her skin.
'No... No!' Quinn's first response was to what she was sure he was about to do, however, the second was in the defence of her friends; he could call her names and make her feel smaller than a speck of dust all he liked, but verbally attacking her friends made Quinn lose it.
'Oh, look who's suddenly found her voice...' He breathed into her neck as she stared up at the sky, begging for help of any kind. His cold hands were becoming closer and closer to her centre, however his other hand still gripped her hip firmly stopping her from getting away. Why can't you just keep your mouth shut! Quinn berated herself mentally.
'Please... just stop... I'm... I'm sorry...' Quinn struggled to choke these words as her throat tightened and her breathing became rapid. He couldn't do this, not here...
'Oh yeah? Then promise you will never speak to any of them ever again or you will be way more than sorry... You understand?'
'Okay, I promise, just please... don't...' Quinn's eyes were screwed tightly shut wishing that she could be the blackness before her eyes. She felt his hand leave her body, making her completely limp.
'Now take your fucking pills... I don't want to have to deal with anymore of your crazy today, or ever- we had enough of that when you were little.' He wrapped her hand around the bottle of tablets which he had just taken out of his pocket. The bottled was labelled 'Methylphenidate' with Quinn's full name written underneath it. The blonde had to quickly re-learn how to stand as her father's other hand left her hip leaving her to support herself. 'You have two minutes until I want you back in the car.' With that, he turned around the corner.
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Santana's gaze fell upon the small garbage can, which she soon found held similar blades, however they were blunt and useless. Despite what else there was on show within the Fabray's walls, possibly the worst was yet to come. Santana pulled out a large parcel of tissues from the metal bin. She unwrapped it slowly as her curiosity got the better of her. Holy crap was all that Santana could mutter as she looked at the pregnancy tests which the tissues had been hiding. The first which Santana looked at read negative, however, the other six read positive.
'Holy sweet mother of hell...'
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