Chapter 2
Trigger warnings still apply. I promise it will get lighter. A little bit of Faberry goodness in this update. Please let me know what you think.
"Get in" He's angry, and I am not too sure what I did to upset him this time. Without hesitation, I climb into the passenger seat and buckle myself in. The door slamming beside me causes me to jump. I look at him and, on the outside, he looks calm and collected. However, I see the vein popping out on the side of his neck. His hand roughly grabs my inner thigh, and I try to hold back my scream. He's going to leave a mark if he squeezes any tighter. "Please" my whispered plea to him to let go goes unheard. He squeezes even tighter, and tears escape my eyes. "Just wait" he growls out before releasing me and starting the car to back out and head home. I focus on my hands in my lap and the angry red mark on my thigh the whole way back to his place.
Once inside the apartment, I hear the lock and latch click into place and any hope falls away. "GAY!" Hands turn me around and pull me into his personal space. Wide eye and mouth open, I deny it with the shake of my head. "You are GAY" he shakes me, and his hands squeeze harder and harder with each second. "No… I'm… I'm not" I shake my head in the negative. "Santana, was teasing me because I always turn down the guys that ask me out." I barely get that out before he throws me to the ground. He goes to kick me in the stomach "I'm not gay" I get out before his foot connects with me. Grasping for air, I wrap my arms around my waist to protect it. "You are my WIFE! You will never be gay." He lands another kick to my back. "Get dinner ready" Will states as he walks away to change clothes. I stay on the floor for another minute trying to calm down before pulling myself up from the floor and making my way to the kitchen.
I am in the middle of cutting up the veggies when he remerges in the kitchen. Dressed in only a pair of basketball shorts, he leans against the table and watches. I don't dare turn around to ask what he is doing either. No noise except the sounds of my knife chopping on the cutting board in the room. For a second, I think about sticking the knife in him and running. "Lucy" I stop my cuts and close my eyes. His voice is calm and calculated in this moment. "Lucy" he says it again with more force. I place my knife on the cutting board and turn to face him. Staring at him, I wait for whatever command he has for me. His blue-green eyes stare at me hungrily, and I back into the counter to get further away. "Take them off" he jesters to my spanks under my cheerleading uniform. "Panties too" he leaves no room for argument. Closing my eyes, I do as he demands. He motions for me to hand them to him, and I do so quickly. Turning around swiftly, my skirt flies up revealing my lack of clothing underneath. I go back to my task of chopping. I turn the stove on to heat up the pan to start the stir-fry. As soon as I drop the veggies into the pan, I feel him behind. His breath in my ear. His hands run up my body covering my breasts over my top. Kneading them, he presses further into my back. "My beautiful" he kisses me neck and a single tear falls down my face. "Turn the stove down. I want my dessert first" I barely have enough time to switch the burner to low before being pushed into the table face down. I hear the wrapper for the condom first; a minute later he is behind me ready. "Call me Mr. Schue" he spits out. He pumps into me hard and painfully. I still say nothing. I'm not ready for him. "Say it!" He screams in my ear while pulling my head back to him by my hair. "Mr. Schue" I cry out in pain. My night is only starting.
As soon as my eyes opens, the onset of pain encompasses my entire body. The sun is barely peeking into the window, and I moan in pain. Something brushes against me from behind, and I jump away from it in fright. I realize Schuester is still in the bed. Quietly and carefully, I try to leave the bed and get ready for the day before he wakes. I've almost made it out the bed when a hand catches me "where do you think you are going?" His grip hard and firm. "Bathroom" I choke out. He releases me to go. I can feel his eyes following me the entire way. "You have one minute" He orders. I return as quickly as possible, and he is sitting on the side of the bed. Looking at me "lay across my lap" he motions to his lap. His naked lap. Confused, I stand there. "NOW! You still haven't received your punishment for yesterday." For the first time, I notice the paddle beside him. Without argument, I lay across him. He moves me until I am where he wants me. "Good girl" his hand is rubbing my bottom in circles. I can feel it hardening underneath me. "You will count after each paddle. Do you understand?" I shake my head that is laying on the bed. Hiding my tears, I wait for the first one. Swish! His hand connects with my bare bottom, and I cry out "one." He continues like that until I reach ten. Hoping he done, I didn't realize he grabbed the actual paddle. Number eleven makes me cry out in agonizing pain. My bottom is already raw and red from the first 10 with his hand. "Count or it doesn't count". I yell out eleven. He keeps up the strokes until I am black and blue down there. Thirty was the last number I remember crying out. He still hasn't let me up. My tears haven't let up either. His hand on my butt again and even slightness touch sends searing pains up and through me. He slaps my bottom one more time before dumping me on the floor and walking over me to the bathroom. "Get ready for school. Glee club this morning. Do not be late to it." The door slams shut, and I curl into myself and cry until I am forced to get ready for the day.
The car ride to school was painful, and I am not looking forward to sitting in any of my classes today. I also have Cheerio practice this afternoon too. When I walk into the glee room. Everyone but Will is there. Noah and Finn are eyeing the chairs beside them for me to sit, I ignore them and move to sit next Santana and Brittany carefully. I don't want to draw attention to the fact that I am hurt. For the first time, I realize we have a real diverse group of students. One kid in a wheelchair, another two football players, a goth chick, two diva wannabes, and Rachel, who happens to take the seat directly in front of me. The unholy trinity rounds them out. We have the twelve needed to compete at regionals.
"Welcome! Welcome!" My monster enters the room gleefully. "Everyone, please just call me Mr. Schue. Mr. Schuester can be a mouthful." Everyone laughs but me. "First things first" he claps his hands together in excitement. I flash back to this morning and frown "What sort of music does everyone like? I want us to have a wide range of selections. It can be boring to stick only to show tunes or classics." He looks around room at all the hands in the air for someone to call on. My hand isn't raised. "Quinn?" His eyes focus in on me and for a split second, I am tempted to bolt from the room. He wants an answer and fast. "Umm … The Beatles?" Playing it safe, I provide an answer I know he will like that answer. He smiles at me, and a cold chill runs down my spine. His focus is off of me and onto everyone else in an instant, getting their inputs.
With his focus off me, I stare at the girl in front of me. I don't really know anything about her except what Santana whispers in my ear. She's new. Apparently, she has two dads and is adopted like I was. I'm not adopted though, and I can guarantee that she is not like me. I find myself wanting to know her better. For the first time, I yearn for someone to see me and want me in my mind. I won't voice it out loud that would be dangerous on epic proportions if yesterday is anything to go by. Instead, I will watch her from a distance and dreams of a better future.
"Alright guys. Those are all great selection options. I want everyone to come up with a song to perform that says who they are or how they feel by the end of the week." He looks at his watch. "Please use the rest of the time to get to know one another and go through song selections." He goes to leave but not before giving me a warning glance. No one notices that I can tell. San and Britt are too busy chatting to each other about what songs they want to perform. Everyone seems to be in their own little world about music. "You're in my English class also?" A musical voice breaks me from my inner musings. Looking down and in front of me, Rachel is staring at me, waiting for an answer. Looking at her, I smile slightly before nodding. "Do you maybe also want to partner up for English class too? Since we are already partners in homeroom." She asks shyly, and I notice a small blush appear on her cheeks. I can't help the smile that plays out on my lips from her simple question. However, I caught the attention of Santana beside me, and she coughs out "gay" before I can elbow her to be quiet. I nod my head with affirmative and say "sure" before I realize I may have just doomed myself. She jumps up excitedly and hugs me without thinking "see you in class" and before I can blink, she is out the door. My smile is still in place when Santana pulls me from my seat to leave. I almost forgot about my bruised bottom for a minute. "Come on lover girl, let's get to class" Shaking my head at my friend, I realize I didn't correct her.
Most of the day is uneventful. At lunch, Puck and Finn each ask me out again on dates. Declining their offers again, I turn away from them and glance at my food before scanning the cafeteria for my tiny brunette. "She doesn't eat in here" I look over at San for minute wondering how she knows who I am looking for. "She likes to practice in the auditorium during the lunch break." Her grin is wicked because she knows she caught me. I just shake my head and focus back on my food. Brown eyes and long brunette hair dance behind my eyes through the entire lunch break. And not for the first time, I wish my life was different.
Showing up to English early, I didn't realize how excited I was to see Rachel again. Mrs. Moore, the teacher, greets me from her desk. Rachel is the only person in the classroom. With a small smile, I take the chair next to her before greeting her. "Hey" I say shyly. I can feel my ears heating up. I've never felt like this before. "Hey" she replies, and her smile makes my stomach flutter. We both just stare at each other, unmoving, until loud voices and footsteps enter the room breaking us a part. I shake my head to clear my thoughts, I am playing a dangerous game currently, and I do not even know if she feels the same way.
"Class!" Mrs. Moore stands in front of the class. "It's time for the first project of the year. This will count for half of your first semester grade, so please take it seriously. This research paper will require at least ten pages and either video or photographs to go with the presentation. It will be due in three weeks' time." Passing out the syllabus before grabbing the empty coffee can and places a bunch of strips of paper into it. She walks to mine and Rachel's table first and holds the can for the tiny brunette to grab a slip of paper. I go to grab a slip, but she walks past me. "Mrs. Moore? I didn't get one." The older woman turns to look at me and smiles. "Thank you, Ms. Schuester" I cringe a little at the name. "I almost forgot that this will be done in pairs." The person you are sharing a table with is your partner. This assignment will be the first of many. Your partner for this assignment will be your partner for all of them throughout the year." She moves around to the rest of the students. Some are a little upset about their partnerships. I, on the other hand, have never been more excited or screwed at the same time. "What did we get?" I ask her. Unfolding the paper, she reads it, shakes her head and frowns a little, before handing it over for me to read. The words, child brides, scream at me from the page, and it takes everything in me not to run to the bathroom and throw up. I go to throw my hand up to ask for a different topic, but the teacher beats me to the punch. "The slip you have will not be swapped out. It is your destiny to have your given topic. Now go forth and learn all you can about it." Great. I don't want to learn anymore about it. I live it daily and have so far for the past five years. My lighthearted mood is gone, and for the first time, I am scared of what this assignment could do to me if Will finds out about the topic. "Do you have a free period to meet? Or do you want to come to my house after glee practice tomorrow, so we can research?" I look at her before thinking of an answer. "Both?" We are both very serious about grades, and I have feeling that only using free periods will not be enough. "Let me check to make sure I can?" A megawatt smile appears "great, I will let my fathers' know we may have company tomorrow." Nodding my head, I try to rack my mind on what to tell Will. "Just let me make sure it is okay with Will." She looks at me a little confused before shaking her head and saying okay.
