Chapter 1

Still plenty of Trigger warnings. It's going to be a rough ride for a little while. Also everything is Quinn's POV for now.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

Groaning at the alarm, I slam my hand on it bringing silence to the room once more. I had the nightmare again. It's still hard to believe that it has been five years since I saw my parents and sister for the last time. That day plagues me constantly. I did at least figure out why my father chose Mississippi and not somewhere else to go. They have no age limit for marriage with parent consent. In the beginning, I tried to escape or run away many times. Every time he caught me; he would punish me for trying it. I'm too scared to try it again.

The noise of running water in the bathroom alerts me that he is awake, I can hear Will in the shower already. Thankfully, he didn't force me to join him this morning. I still hate his touch, his voice, his everything. Sighing at my life, I look around at our small apartment. It has two bedrooms, two bathrooms, a living room, and a kitchen/dining area. Will is a teacher and his income isn't a lot. He moved us to this small town in Ohio called Lima to live. Last, I knew my parents were still in Columbus. He wanted to make sure I was not near anyone who knew me before the wedding. The shower cutting off breaks me away from my train of thought.

"Hello beautiful" his blue-green eyes rack over me. He is my husband, my enslaver? I hate calling him anything honestly, he exits the bathroom in only a towel. Looking down at myself, I forgot I was naked for a second. Pulling the sheets to cover myself up "STOP THAT! Come here now." Defeated, I stand and make my way to him. I am afraid we will have a repeat of last night right now. Once I am close to him, he grabs me by the jaw pulling me closer to him. His other arm wraps around me bringing my body into contact with his. I can feel his excitement as my breasts press into him. "Kiss me" is whispered on his lips. It's not a request but a demand. I press my lips to his out of fear. "NO!" he forces my eyes to meet his. "Kiss me here" I feel him pushing me down to my knees. The towel removed, and I am facing the source of most of my pain. "KISS ME!" He grabs my head and forces me closer. I place a small peck and hope that is enough. He roars in anger, kicking me, before grabbing me by the hair and pulling me back to him. "Open your mouth now" he seethes. I can see the blood vessels extending in his neck. He is extremely angry, and if I want to keep attending school, I better listen. Opening my mouth, he inserts himself in and at the same time pulling me closer. Gagging as he continues to move my head back in forth. Each time he pumps a little harder and deeper into my mouth. My muffled cries for air go unheard. It doesn't matter, he won't stop until he has had his release. Without warning a warm salty goo fills my mouth. "Swallow it" I know better than to spit it out. I only did that once and have a faint scar on my back for doing so. I have other scars from him over the years. Most are easily hidden, unlike the one on my wrist, I did that one.

"Good girl" I stand to go take a shower and get ready for the day. "Wait a minute" The eyes that I fear look me over again. I flinch when a hand touches me. Both hands are on me after a moment and running over my whole body. He always makes sure to pay special attention to my breasts and that other area. A small tear escapes as I feel his fingers pinch my nipple before patting my butt and sending me to the bathroom.

Turning the shower on and making the water as hot as possible, I try to burn his touch from my skin. Scrubbing until I am red, the tears don't stop falling. Sliding down to the bottom of the tub, I allow myself to cry for everything and everyone that I have lost in my life. I just want my mommy and my childhood back. I stay like that until the shower starts spitting out cold water at me, and I turn off the faucets. Sighing, I pull myself together and get ready for the day ahead of me.

"Glee club starts today, Lucy" I look at him wondering why I would care about that. "You are joining so that we can spend more time together at school." Will states matter-of-factly. "Please no. Coach Sylvester won't let me" I was already forced to become a cheerleader at this school. "You are joining or else!" I just nod my head and realize that there was never a choice for me. His car pulls into his parking spot at school. He doesn't dare try to kiss me here. However, a rough squeeze to my inner thigh before he exits the car to start his day is what I receive. "I will see you at the glee auditions". He is gone and for the first time I take a deep breath and release it.

My Cheerio uniform makes me uncomfortable to wear. Will had me in it at home for some sick games he had in mind after I got it. I would love to burn it and him to dust personally.

Grabbing my backpack, I sprint to the front of the school to meet Santana and Brittany to do our entrance. We are the unholy trinity and rule the school. It really is a drastic change from my home life which my friends have never been to or will ever know about. I also haven't been allowed unless for school assignments to be at their houses either. The couple of times that I have been to Santana's home though, it made me long for what I was missing a family and someone to take care of me as a child should be.

"Quinn! Q!" Brittany and Santana greet me together. They smile because we are the top dogs now. First time ever a sophomore has been named head cheerleader. "Hey guys" I try to forget my morning and be excited with them. "So, Q, what is this I hear about Mr. Schuester starting the glee club back up." I shake my head and try to steady my voice before talking about him. They think he is only my guardian after I lost my parents when I was child is the assumption they have come up with. They don't know what he really is to me. I thought about telling someone here and explaining to them what happened. He caught wind of it and told me the law was on his side. We have a legal marriage according to the Mississippi law and other states will uphold it. Said if I run, they will return me to him no matter what. I also never screamed as much as I did that night with him either. It was like he was trying to hurt me in the worst way possible just to drive the point home. The parent/child act at school is to save face and not make others uncomfortable according to him. He stated that the principal already knows and so does other staff that is in the need. "He is. He also told me I had to join the loser club." Rolling my eyes. "Please join with me?" I almost get on my knees and beg them. "Hell N…" Brittany cuts Santana off before she can finish. "YAY! I love dancing and singing. We are so joining" the taller blonde sings songs happily. Santana doesn't look happy but says "We would love to" it is ground out through her teeth. She would do anything to make her blonde happy.

"Shall we?" I motion towards the door. Santana and Brittany take up each side of me as we walk inside. The students all stare at us but part like the Red Sea, nevertheless. We stroll towards our lockers with a purpose. Our eyes straight ahead. Out of the corner of my eyes, I see a freshman dive for the row of lockers to keep from bumping into us. It's nice to have some power and control for once. I see Will standing in the hallway, watching from the doorway and naturally I go to stop which causes S and B to bump into me. "You okay, Q?" Pulling myself together quickly, I nod and continue to make my way down the hall, trying not to look at him. His smile sent shivers down my spine.

Once at our lockers, we grab our books for the first couple of periods. "We have homeroom this morning" leaning on the row of lockers, Santana doesn't even look up from filing her nails to see my flinch at her comment. He is our homeroom teacher. Closing my eyes for a minute, I ready myself to enter his classroom this morning. "We do?" I ask hoping she is wrong. "Silly Quinn, it's Monday. Of course, we do!" The taller blonde bounces beside me. "You should let us come over this weekend Q. We could burn all of his ugly sweater vests in his closet." The grin and the glint in her eyes make her look pure evil for a second. "Mr. Schue would be so much hotter without them" she says looking down the hallway at him. "Plus, he is like totally the most popular teacher at this school" the false valley girl accent makes me giggle and shake my head at her. I just wish her statement wasn't true about him being the most popular teacher here. At least, Coach Sylvester can't stand him which makes her my favorite person at this school. "Ms. Pillsbury wants to tots be your stepmom" Santana states while watching the red head approach Will. Looking over to where he is, I see her talking to him. I wish he would go for her and let me have my freedom. He barely pays her any attention at all. He is still focused on me and my friends.

"MOVE IT! MOVE IT! MOVE IT! GET TO CLASS!" coach Sylvester and her bullhorn blare down the hallway, sending everyone to class before the late bell rings.

Before I can say anything, my locker is shut, and I am being pulled into his classroom. "Ladies" the greeting is for all of us, but his eyes never leave me. Surveying the classroom, I move to head to the back of the class. I want to be as far away from him as possible. "Quinn, sit up front" His cheery voice stops my retreat to the back of the room. I look to my friends wishing for a way for them to help me. They both just giggle and take two of three seats in the back. He only calls me Quinn when we are at school. Turning around, I try to hold my composer as I take a seat in the very front row. The small brunette girl, with the deepest darkest brown eyes that I have ever seen, sitting next to me turns to me with the biggest smile "Hi, I'm Rachel. You are Quinn Schuester correct? It must be amazing to have Mr. Schue as your dad. I am so excited for Glee club tryouts today also. Are you trying out? I bet you are an amazing performer with him as your father and coach." The bell rings stopping the hyper girl's long-winded rant. Her eyes have me hooked instantly.

"Class!" The excitement in his voice and kind smile on his face make the rest of the students relax and focus on him. "First announcement this morning, I have a signup sheet for Glee club. I already have two names this morning." He reads off my name and the girl's name beside me. Her last name is Berry. "Who else?" His smile widens when several other students raise their hands. Brittany volunteers herself and Santana also. At least, I won't be alone. However, I notice that Finn Hudson and Noah Puckerman also signup. They both have been trying to get me to date them since last year. Once the list is back in his hands, I see about twelve names on it. "Great. I look forward to seeing you all this afternoon."

"Q! My office now!" Coach shouts at me from down the hall. "What is this I hear about a Glee Club?" Opening and closing my mouth several times, I am not sure how to respond to her. "My three best Cheerios are trying out for that curly mop head of a teacher. This is outrageous. I will not stand for it. I don't care if he is… whatever to you, Q! I do not want you or any of my cheerios anywhere near that singing band of misfits. Is that understood!" She finishes her rant with a slamming of her fist to the desk. I jump slightly at the noise but steel my voice before replying. It will be so much worse for me if I don't join. She doesn't know that though, I think. "Coach, I understand, I don't to be a part of that group any more than you want us to be; however, I can spy on the inside for you. Help you take him down with no one the wiser." The cogs are turning now, she likes my proposal, I can tell. Her smile splits her face in two. "Q, you remind me of a young Sue Sylvester. I love the way you think. Out of my office, I need to make plans. Make sure pinky and the brain help." I stand quickly and exit her office without another word.

Once in the locker room and alone, I release the breath I was holding. A part of me wants to turn around and tell her everything that is going on. Shaking that thought from my mind, I realize that she could already know and that I would just be causing more hurt on myself in the end. Grabbing my things, I make my way to my next class before I am late. "Hi" is whispered from behind me in my ear. I spin around quickly in fright only to come face to face with Puck. "What do you want Puck?" I use my HBIC stare and voice. Can't show any signs of weakness. "You and me. Friday." I'm not sure there is a question there, so I stare at him waiting for one that never comes. I shake my head at him "no Puck" and go to walk away. "Quinn, wait. Come on. We would be hot together." He grins showing off his boyish good looks. "No Puck" I state again before making my way down the hallway. "I'm not giving up!" He shouts down the hall after me. Even if I was able to date, he wouldn't be my choice. Honestly, no guy would be my choice. I figured out two summers ago that I prefer girls. I keep that secret to myself. It's safer that way. I'm not sure what Will would do to me if he knew. I have a feeling it would be a lot more than a beating. I pull my books closer to my chest and make my way to my classes for the rest of the day.

Rachel's voice is amazing. She chose to sing On My Own from Les Mis, and I have never felt so many emotions running through me by just listening to someone sing. I catch myself staring at her the whole time. "You might want to wipe that drool from your mouth, Q" Santana elbows me in the side. I panic slightly because Will turns to look at me. I hope he didn't hear what S said to me. "Quiet, S" I hiss back to her after he turns back around. God, I hope I am not in trouble when we get home. Everyone finishes their auditions, and I see Will make some notes before moving to the front of the stage. Noise and movements beside me force me to turn around and look. Great. Finn Hudson. "Hey Quinn" He gives me what he would consider a sweet boyish smile. "So, would you like to go on a date sometime? Since we are going to be in the same club now?" His hopeful smile makes me shake my head in laughter. "Sorry. I'm not interested. Thank you though" I'm a lot nicer to him than Puck. He at least asked nicely. He moves away from me and goes to sit next to … Rachel. I burn daggers at him as he strikes up a conversation with her. "Hey, your gay is showing" Growling lowly at Santana, I hiss out "I'm not gay." She rolls her eyes at me "whatever you say." We both focus back up front after that.

"I am so excited to have you all be apart the William McKinley Glee Club. We are the New Directions!" He announces. "Practice will be every day before and after school." He raises his hand to stop the protests. "I know some of you have cheerleading and football practice. On those days, you may leave early to attend them." He claps his hands together. "Alight everyone. I will see you all in the morning. Quinn, wait for me and we can get ready to leave together." I nod and fall back into my seat. I wish today was cheerleading practice. Brittany hugs me before getting up to leave with San. "See ya later" Santana flicks my ear, and I threaten her with my eyes. "Bye" I growl out to her.

Glancing back up front, I notice Rachel is talking with Will. He looks at me, and I look away. I don't want to leave with him. "Rachel, those sound like some great ideas. We can discuss them tomorrow at the first meeting with everyone. Okay?" He grins at her and squeezes her shoulder reassuringly before making his way to me. I shake off the impulse to tell him not to touch her. He would probably assume I'm jealous of her for him touching her and not that anything to do with him repulses me. "Let's go" he goes to put his hand on me, and I instantly move away from his touch. Out of the corner of my eye, I see the small brunette catch my movement and looks quizzically at me. I stand up and go to follow him. If she wasn't here, he would have grabbed and pulled me towards the exit. William Schuester is great a putting on an act. I know she is still standing there staring at us as we make our way to the exit. I don't dare look back out of fear.