Later that day when Quinn came home, she found her father sitting on the couch. "Daddy? I'm home. Are you awake?", she asked. Quinn then walked around the other side of the couch where Russell was. He had a bottle of scotch in his hand. Of course. The blonde rolled her eyes. "Mom! Dad's been drinking again!", Quinn called to her mother as she took the bottle from his hand. Within minutes, Judy was downstairs and waking her husband up. Quinn sighed and was pouring the drink down the sink when her father began yelling. Both girls jumped and Quinn sat the bottle down, running to her room and shutting the door, just as she had been trained to do when Russell got into one of his moods. She feared for her mother, seeing that it was she who had to console him. Judy tried her hardest to protect her daughters, but sometimes it was difficult when the man who promised to never harm them broke his promises. An hour passed, and Quinn didn't hear anymore yelling, so she came out of her room only to find her father standing in front of her door. Before she could ask where Judy was, Quinn felt the sting of her father's large palm against her cheek. "I thought I could count on you, Lucy. You let me down and you are unarguably the worst daughter in this house!" Russell wouldn't stop yelling. Quinn knew her mother wasn't here now. "Daddy, I don't understand. I was trying to help you. Drinking is bad." , Quinn tried calming her father. Russell slapped his daughter again, this time causing tears to rise in her eyes. "Mama!", cried Quinn. "Your mother isn't here! She doesn't love you, Lucy.", replied her father with anger in his voice. She didn't know how to get away, so she continued to let Russell beat her, leaving huge bruises all over the teen's body.