A/N- Okay please don't hate me, this chapter has some pretty heavy things in it. BUT it does deal with Quinn being around her Dad. Lots of parents in this update, you've been warned. I hope you like it.
Thanksgiving Day - Price Residence
Jade sat down in her basement bedroom, on her bed, tired as ever, feeling like she had just been run over by a monster truck. She was dressed and ready for Thanksgiving, make up done, perfume on. Her head was pounding, like there was a bomb inside of her skull that was about to go off at any time. She had some music playing from her stereo, yet all she could hear was pounding, and something that sounded like high pitched frequency. She gripped the blankets on her bed, tightly in her fists, trying to concentrate on the music.
God...it hurts. Make it stop...please make it stop...
She knew what the day would bring. Her listening to her parents lie to the relatives. Her being pulled away from the company to be punished for being such an embarrassment. Hiding tears, hiding pain, hiding pretty much everything she felt. It was literally causing her pain just thinking about it, and she needed to do everything she could to stop it.
The music...just listen...come on...concentrate. You fucking loser...just concentrate...
She squeezed her eyes shut, causing a few tears to roll slowly roll down her cheeks.
Guitar...I hear guitar.
She was gripping the blankets so tightly, that her hands were shaking.
Drums...those are drums...where's the bass...where is it...
She took in a big, shaky breath, and released it slowly.
There is it...there's the bass...I hear it now...
She took another breath in, and held it. She was squeezing the blankets so tightly, that she could feel her heart beat in her hands. When she felt it get weaker and weaker, she released the breathe, and let the lightness in her head take over. It seemed to be driving the pounding away. It was than that she was able to fully tune into the music, and start singing the song that was on.
Jade-
Where are you and I'm so sorry...
I cannot sleep, I cannot dream tonight...
I need somebody and always...
This sick, strange darkness...
Comes creeping on so haunting every time.
She let go of the blankets, and opened her eyes.
And as I stared I counted the webs from all the spiders,
Catching things and eating their insides.
Like indecision to call you and hear your voice of treason...
Will you come home and stop this pain tonight?
Stop this pain tonight...
She heard footsteps moving quickly down the stairs, and her head snapped towards them. When she saw who was standing there, her heart beat got faster.
"Jonah...", she whispered.
He wasted no time, rushing over, grabbing her from the bed, and pulling her into the biggest hug he had ever given her.
"Oh My God...", she cried, wrapping her arms around his neck, and burying her face into his shoulder. He lifted her up, and held her tighter. He never wanted to let his sister go again. He knew he would feel nothing but relief seeing her, but he did expect the tears.
"God damn it...I missed you", he cried.
"I missed you too, big brother. I missed you so much."
Fabray Residence
"Quinn, stop playing around with your cellphone, and spend time with the family. You can talk to your friends later", said Russel, as he brushed by Quinn, and made his way into the living room. Quinn rolled her eyes, and wandered in the other direction. It was the first time in the passed hour that she had looked at her phone, and wasn't about to put it down. She had so many texts.
Dad and Daddy just got done crying now. I told them about Jesse like two hours ago...this is going to be a very long day...- R
My mom is makin' me and my sister spend quality time together...wtf does that even mean? help..- P
Yo...she's here! She's breathing, she seems okay! holy shit...it's so good 2 see her! - J
So my aunt's new boyfriend just pinched my ass...I'm for real like minutes away from slappin' him across the creeper face...- S
My little sister just put lucky charms marshmallows in her mashed potatoes! My parents were laughing and saying how cute that was! I totally invented that like ten years ago! Now she does it and it's cute? So not fair! - B
Girl...I cannot wait for Shelby's tomorrow. I missed my family but damn, I'm already sick of the nonsense. My parents say Hi...- M
Quinn smiled, and started answering all the texts. Once she had answered all of them, she wandered into the kitchen, where Judy was in the middle of taking the Turkey from the oven.
"Oh...here Mom, let me help you...", she said, rushing over.
"Thank you, sweetheart", said the older Fabray, as the two of them moved the giant cooked bird from the oven, to the counter top.
"Damn thing...I had to buy that like two weeks ago. It's been frozen for so long, I can't even believe it actually cooked", laughed Judy.
"Mom...look at you. You know, it's mostly Dad's side of the family that's here, I don't see why you're working so hard to impress them", said Quinn, shaking her head.
"Really? It's his side of the family , and you don't see why I'm trying so hard", asked Judy, one eyebrow raised.
"Well...I mean yeah, I guess I do but...you don't have to. They aren't here for the food, they're here to see just how much of a grasp he has on his family", said Quinn, annoyance in her tone."Just, slow down a little, Mom."
"I can't. This is a holiday...everything needs to be absolutely perfect."
Quinn smiled sadly at her mother, and watched her very closely, as she started to baste the Turkey. She looked so tired, and so fed up with life. As she watched her, she noticed her make up was particularly heavy around her left eye. Her sad smile quickly turned into a concerned frown. She stepped close to her mother, and lightly stroked her face.
"When?"
"What", asked Judy, clearly caught off guard.
"When did he do this?"
"Quinny...stop it...".
"Just...tell me, Mom."
Judy sighed, and put the baster down. She picked up her drink, and took a quick sip.
"Last night."
"Why?"
"I was on the phone with Shelby for almost two hours. He wanted me to start cleaning the house while he was out to dinner with his friends. By the time he got home, I hadn't started yet, I was on the phone...you know how it goes...", answered the women, tiredly.
"You can't be serious...", said Quinn."Mom, the house is immaculate...".
"I know. I was...up most of the night", said Judy, as she traced her finger around the rim of her glass."I didn't think I'd finish in time...but I did. Luckily, it was the first thing your Grandmother noticed when she walked in this morning. She loved how clean the house was, and couldn't express enough how proud she was of your father for keeping such a clean house."
"Mom...", whispered Quinn, as she stepped even closer to her."Have you slept at all?"
"Just an hour, but it's alright, Quinny. I'm alright."
Quinn just shook her head, and pulled the older woman in for a hug.
"This has to stop...", she whispered into her mother's ear.
"I know...".
"Does Shelby know what he does to you?"
"No, of course not...and it needs to stay that way. Quinny...she is probably...one of the best friends I've ever had, and that's so strange to me...".
"Why?"
"Because...when I spend time with my other friends...people I've known for years, people from my Woman's Group at church...other women who are more like me, it's not the same. I've never felt as comfortable with those women, as I do when I spend time with Shelby. She's an amazing woman, and such a fantastic mother to that baby. I'm proud to call her my friend."
"So, if that's the case, why not tell her about Dad", asked Quinn, looking right into her mother's eyes.
"Because...it's not something that anybody needs to know, Quinny."
"Mom...please...please leave him...", begged Quinn, tears forming in her eyes.
Judy just smiled at her daughter, and kissed her in the cheek.
"Will you help me with the stuffing, dear?"
Judy pulled away from her daughter, and put all her attention on the stove. Quinn just watched her, and couldn't help but feel sorry for her. She knew she'd never leave him on her own. She knew she'd have to do something, and she knew it would involve telling Shelby Cocoran the truth. Just as Quinn was about to start helping Judy with the food, Russel came walking in the kitchen, a fresh drink in his hand.
"Quinn, your cousins want to hear about New York, why don't you go on into the living room and talk to them", he said.
"I'm kinda' helping Mom right now...", she said, not even looking at the man.
"Your mother is capable, she's been doing it for years...go in the living room."
"Dad...".
"I'm not going to say it again", he said, in a low, threatening voice.
"Just go, sweetheart...", Judy whispered."I'll be just fine."
Quinn shook her head. She kissed her mother on the cheek, and without looking at Russel, hurried into the living room.
"What the Hell is the matter with that girl", spat Russel.
"I don't know dear...I really don't know."
Berry Residence
Rachel was sitting on the couch in her basement. Looking around, she noticed not much had changed. She couldn't help but laugh to herself. Sitting there was making her think back to the house party she'd thrown. She remembered how her stomach was in knots when Quinn had walked in. She couldn't believe she was actually in her house. Than, there was how sad she got when she thought she was going to leave with everyone else. That has been the only reason she let Puck break into the liquor cabinet. She didn't just want Quinn to stay, she needed her to. She thought drinking would have made it easier for her to be around the blond, but she was wrong. It made it much harder. So much harder that she had gone back into her habit of throwing herself at Finn.
Why did I do that...
In the middle of her thoughts, her father, Leroy, came walking down the stairs.
"Hey sweetheart", he said.
"Hi Daddy", she said, smiling at the older, dark skinned man.
"Are you alright?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just...clearing my head."
"Are you waiting for a phone call", he asked, noticing that Rachel had her phone in her lap.
"Oh...no, not really, just texting with some people."
He nodded, and took a seat next to her.
"How's Dad? Still crying I assume."
"No, no I think he's done for now. Try to understand though, sweetie...you laid a lot on us today."
"I know. I'm so sorry...".
"It's alright. You're still here, and you seem to be doing fine. We just wish you would have felt comfortable enough to call us more, and tell us what was happening to you. I mean, we would have been there to get you away from him, Rachel. No questions asked, you have to know that."
"I do know that, Daddy."
"So...why not let us know?"
"Well, he wasn't exactly okay with me calling people a lot. Plus, I didn't want you to make me come home...and you were both so skeptical to begin with when I wanted to move away. I didn't want to hear you say you told me so."
"I see", he said, looking hurt. Rachel felt bad all of the sudden.
"Well, would you have made me come home", she asked, nervously.
"I won't lie, we probably would have wanted that, but if you would have talked to us, and explained that you didn't want to come back...we could have worked something out."
Rachel just nodded.
"However, we probably would have said we told you so. We're your parents, we're entitled to say things like that", he said, with a smile. Rachel smiled back, and playfully nudged him with her shoulder."Just for the record...I would have beaten the living crap out of him, Rea."
"Daddy...".
"No, I would have. Nobody hurts my baby", he said, as he pulled her into a hug."Please promise me that if anything like that ever happens again, you'll call us."
"I promise."
The man was so proud of his daughter, and more than just a little happy to see her. It was clear to him that she has changed a lot, but he still saw his baby. He had so much faith in her, that he knew whatever it was that was keeping her from what she really wanted, wouldn't be in the way forever.
"How did you feel when he was killed? I mean, we heard about it on the local news, but than we couldn't get a hold of you."
"I called you with my new numbers when I changed them...".
"True, but even before you had the numbers changed, you didn't answer our calls...".
"I guess I was just dealing with a lot. I had to change my number because everybody from here was calling, wanting to know why I wasn't with Jesse, and why he was married to Sunshine. I haven't checked my Facebook page since that whole situation. I even had to change my email address. Things got so crazy", explained Rachel, and Leroy just nodded."Plus...the police had to talk to me."
"Oh God, really?"
"Yeah, they thought it was me."
"Oh I get it, because of the complaint you filed. Well, yes I suppose they would have to question you than", he said, and Rachel just nodded. Suddenly, it was awkward and quiet, and Rachel knew exactly why.
"Just ask me, Daddy."
"Did...you do it?"
"No, I didn't."
"Do you know who did", he asked, looking right at her.
Rachel didn't know what to say, and as if by magic, they heard footsteps coming down the stairs.
"Rachel sweetie, you have a visitor", said Hiram. As Leroy and Rachel stood from the couch, she was surprised to see Alyson walking behind her Dad.
"Oh wow, Hi Aly."
"Hey Rach", she said, hugging her."Sorry to just drop in like this, I hope it's okay."
"It's fine, it's nice to see you", said Rachel."Dad, Daddy this is Alyson, she just recently moved back here from New York. I met her through Jade."
"We met upstairs, it's very nice to meet you", said Hiram.
"Yes, nice to meet you young lady", said Leroy, shaking her hand. "Do you mind me asking, how old you are?"
"Not at all", laughed Alyson."People ask me that all the time, I'm nineteen."
"Okay, it seems our Rachel isn't the only height challenged young adult from around here", he laughed.
"Daddy...", warned Rachel.
"It's okay, I'm used to it. Like I told you Rach, us little chicks need to stick together, right?"
"Right", laughed Rachel.
"Well, it was great meeting Alyson, we'll leave you two to chat. If you're hungry, we have lots of food left over upstairs, so let us know. We can fix you a plate", said Hiram.
"Thank you very much, it was nice meeting you Mr. and Mr. Berry", Alyson said politely.
They two men headed upstairs, and Rachel pulled Alyson towards the couch.
"What are you doing here", she asked in shock."How did you even know where my parents live?"
"I've picked Jade up from here before. I just wanted to check on you...but if you want me to leave, I can", said Alyson, confusion masking her tone. Rachel felt bad, she hadn't meant to sound so rude.
"No, no no no, I'm sorry I just...didn't expect you, that's all."
"Thanksgiving doesn't really happen at my house. My Mom has her boyfriend over...and she really didn't seem to know I was home...", said Alyson. "She never does."
Rachel could tell that the girl was trying to play it off like it didn't hurt, but she knew it was bothering her on some level.
"I usually sneak over to Jade's for Holidays, she hides me in her room, and I just hung out. But...since last time I was there, I got caught trying to break in...I didn't think it would be a good idea to go there today. Especially since I haven't talk to her in months."
"Yeah, of course. I understand", said Rachel.
"I didn't really know where else to-"
"Aly...it's okay. You can stay here with me for a bit, I don't mind. Are you hungry?"
"Kinda of, yeah."
"Well, come on, let's go get you a plate", said Rachel, standing up."It's mostly Vegan food, but it's good, I promise."
"Wait. Can we talk first? I mean...I can't be the only one who notices the giant elephant in the room", said Alyson, nervously. Rachel smiled, and sat back down.
"Honestly, I thought you'd be like mad at me, or...scared of me if I came here. I didn't expect your Dad to open the door. I had this whole thing played out in my head. I'd knock on the door, you open it...scream, and slam it shut in my face. Call the police...".
"I'm not mad at you, Aly. Scared...maybe a little...but, to be honest, I'm thankful for what you did."
"Really?"
"Yes, really."
"He wouldn't have left you alone, Rachel."
"I know that, I figured it out eventually. That's part of why I'm so thankful."
"I'm sorry I didn't talk to you about it first, but what really could I have said, you know? I just...didn't want him to hurt you...or anybody else anymore. He was heartless...just cold, and heartless. That's why I put the bullet through his heart...didn't really think I would hit anything...".
Rachel studied the girl as she talked. She seemed really upset, yet she was trying her best to hide it. She couldn't stop looking at her eyes, there was a sadness to them.
Just like Jade's eyes...
"Anyways...he can't hurt anybody anymore."
"Did he hurt you too", asked Rachel.
"What?"
"Jesse...did he hurt you too?"
"No."
"Are you sure?"
"I swear. I just had a feeling about him, and once Jade told me what he did to you, I knew I was right. See, my Mom has this bad habit of dating ass holes. So, I know the type."
"These ass holes, they hurt your Mom?"
Alyson just nodded.
"Ass holes who hurt you?"
After that question, Alyson didn't speak, or even move.
"I see", said Rachel, grabbing her hand, and holding it.
"It's how I met Jade. One of my Mom's boyfriends did something to me one night...so, I ran away. I left the house, and ended up in Lima Memorial Park. It was super and rainy, almost totally dark out, and I was wearing shorts, and t-shirt. I didn't even have any shoes on, just...socks. I was sitting under a tree, and all of the sudden...there were arms around me. I looked up, and there she was. She gave me her hoodie...and took me back to her house. I didn't know her at the time, but she was so nice to me. She took me down to her room, and gave dry clothes, and soup. She started asking me what happened, and I just broke down...told her everything. She even cried with me. I couldn't believe it, nobody ever cared about me as much as she did, and I had known her for an hour. We've been friends ever since."
"Wow...", said Rachel."Guess we're lucky to have her, aren't we?"
"We sure are", said Alyson, with a sad smile."That's why any friend of Jade's...is a friend of mine, and I'm more than just a little willing to do what I have to, in order to protect them."
Rachel smiled.
"It just...scares me, you know? Like, guys like that...who think it's normal to do that. They know how to get inside people's heads, they know how to gain trust a lot faster than other people can. So they know how to get away with being violent, controlling bastards. That makes afraid to be with anyone...ever."
"I felt like that too", admitted Rachel.
"You did?"
"Yeah. I settled for Jesse...because the person I really wanted, didn't want me. Or...so I thought. So after I left him...I promised myself I would never be with anyone again. I knew that if I ever ended up in that situation again, I'd just...die. So, I started protecting my heart, and it ended up making me...so hateful. Once Quinn came to New York, I took everything out on her. I was so happy that she was there...but the first time I saw her at Smashed...that very first night she showed up there...I was so mean. I didn't wanna' be...but she hurt me the last time we had talked. So...I put my guard up. Now...we're together, and I love her so much. I know she'll never hurt me. She'll never be like him."
"No, I don't think so either. I can tell she really loves you", said Alyson.
"Don't be afraid, Alyson. You'll find somebody that won't hurt you. I know you will."
"I hope so."
"Come on", said Rachel, standing up, and pulling Alyson with her."Let's get you something to eat, I can hear your stomach growling."
"Hey...", said Alyson, as they headed towards the stairs."Do you're Dads know about you and Quinn?"
"Not exactly, no."
"Are you planning on telling them", laughed the equally tiny girl.
"Not exactly...no."
Price Residence
Jade and Jonah sat next to each other on the couch, in the front living room. The house was packed full of family, but they managed to start their own private conversation.
"You feeling okay", he asked, noticing how tired his sister looked.
"Yeah."
"Liar...".
"I'm just...tired", she said, weakly. She could barely keep her eyes open.
"What have you been doing since you got back?"
"Nothing. Mom doesn't want me leaving the house, so...I don't."
Jonah just shook his head.
"It's okay though, I know she doesn't want people to see me like this."
"What about Mika...", Jonah, nervously."Has he?"
Jade didn't say a word, she just closed her eyes.
"You're coming back with us."
"Mom and Dad will not let that happen, you know that, Jonah."
"No, they don't get a say...not this time. They're not even taking care of you."
"I don't need to be taken care of."
"Yes you do, there is no telling me otherwise. This place is poison for you, and you need Doctor Andrews."
"Mom's doctor friend comes to check on me every week, she says I'm fine. She says I had mono...".
"Bullshit", spat Jonah, earning some attention from some other people in the room. He smiled politely, and calmed himself down a little."Mono doesn't last as long as you've been sick, so that's pure bullshit."
"It was the baby", argued, Jade.
"That was only part of it. Jade, something is wrong with you, and obviously Mom and Dad don't care enough to be real about it. Don't even try to argue, because no matter what it takes, you are coming back with us. We all need you...I really need you."
Jade smiled, and looked up at her brother, eyes half shut.
"You're my big brother...you don't need me."
"Yes...I do", he said, his eyes filling with tears. He was about to say more, but his phone started ringing. He grabbed it from his pocket, and saw that it was Santana calling. He laughed a little, knowing how happy she'd be once he put Jade on the phone.
"Hello?"
"Talk to me...", she said, eagerly.
"I'm sitting next to her right now...you wanna' talk to her?"
"Not like this. I'm almost to your house", answered the Latina.
"Wait, what", asked Jonah, sitting up straight.
"Did you really think I would be alright with just a phone conversation? Screw that, I wanna' see my Sweetness...".
"Alright but...my parents will loose their damn minds if you come knocking on the door. They have a strict no friends rule."
"Wait, you guys can't have friends over", asked Santana.
"Not on holidays, no."
"Well, fuck...I'm not going back to my parents house until I see her, Jonah. I'm sorry, but it's not happening."
"Ugh...alright...fine, um...look just park like two or three houses down. I'll come meet you."
"Alright, see you in a few."
Jonah hung up his phone, and looked at Jade. In just the short time he was on the phone, she had actually fallen asleep. He knew she had to have taken something. Either that, or someobdy had made her take something. Lacy Price wandered over, and looked down.
"Jonah dear, clearly your sister isn't feeling well, would you mind taking her down to her bedroom, please?"
He wanted to vomit. If there hadn't been a bunch of guests standing around, she wouldn't have been so polite about it. He swallowed his pride, and smiled at his mother, respectfully.
"No problem, Mom...I was just about to do that."
"Thank you, dear."
He scooped Jade up, and carefully carried her towards the basement door, ignoring the aunts, uncles, and cousins that were staring with concern in their eyes. Once downstairs, he placed her on her bed. He was somewhat worried that she hadn't woken up when he moved her. She was usually a pretty light sleeper, but it was obvious that it had changed. He walked over to the window that lead up into the backyard. It was a tiny window, but large enough for him to squeeze out of. Him and Jade had been using it for years to sneak out of the house, and nobody else figured it out. He got outside, ducked down, and hurried around the house, and down the street. A few minutes later, he was back, with Santana behind him.
"This is so screwed up...I feel like we're on a sniper mission", she whispered.
"I know, but if you wanna' see her, this is the way...", he said, as he bent down, and peeked inside. He almost screamed out loud when he saw Mika had just come down the stairs.
"Fuck...stay right here. I mean it...", he said, climbing down."Don't move."
"Alright", said Santana.
He climbed down through the window as fast as he could.
"No way, back off ass hole", he said, walking over.
"Where the Hell did you just come from", asked Mika.
"That is so not your concern, get back upstairs", snapped Jonah.
"Chill out, little bro...I was just checking on her. Making sure she's okay", laughed Mika.
"Screw off, man. Just go the fuck back upstairs!"
"You know...I don't think Dad will like you talking to me like this...you better calm down", said Mika, in a rather threatening tone.
"Go. Up. Stairs. " growled Mika.
"Oh boy, Jonah. You and me...we're gonna' have a little conversation later...", said Mika, angrily, as he turned around, and headed back up the stairs.
Jonah breathed a huge sigh of relief, and ran back over to the window. He opened it, and helped Santana climb inside.
"About time...it's freezing out there."
"Sorry...", said Jonah, as she he got her down on her feet."There she is...".
Santana saw Jade on the bed,and wasted no time getting over to her. She climbed onto the bed, and positioned herself next to the sleeping girl. She smiled, and caressed the side of her face.
"I'm gonna' go upstairs, but I'll be back in a few", said Jonah.
"Okay...", said Santana, not looking away from Jade."Thank you...so much Jonah...".
"You're welcome, San...", he said, before running up the stairs.
Santana leaned down, and kissed Jade on the lips, but she stayed asleep. She breathed in Jade's sweet scent, and her eyes filled with tears. She'd lost weight, her hair was much longer, and she looked somewhat pale. Santana kissed her softly on the lips once more, but still got no response. Santana wanted to look into her eyes, and hear her sweet voice, but she couldn't bring herself to wake her up. She looked around the room, and couldn't help but smile at how Jade the room really was. Band posters everywhere, Nightmare Before Christmas things. Paramore, Rainbows, and black. She looked on Jade's nightstand. Her iPod, with the headphones still attached, was sitting right there. That's when she noticed it. The razor blade, not hidden so well, underneath a tissue box.
Baby...no...
She looked down to Jade's arms, examined them both carefully. No new scars, just the old ones. Faded, but still there. She took a deep breath, and lifted the girl's shirt.
"Oh God...".
For some reason, even Santana hadn't figured out, she had memorized what Jade's stomach had looked like the last night she saw her. Being there, looking at it at the moment, she knew. There were more scars than there had been. Big ones. Deep ones, that had healed over. She let some of her tears fall as she carefully ran her hand over the scars. She felt something on the left side of Jade's abdomen, so she shifted herself, and looked. There was a white bandage covering what Santana could only assume was a fresh cut.
Awe...my baby...
She leaned down, and started kissing the scars. She couldn't help herself, she felt like she had to. Every single scar. Even the new one. It was than that Jade started moving a little. Santana felt her body wiggle under her lips and she finished kissing. She shot up, and placed her hand on Jade's face again.
"Sweetness...", she whispered.
Jade's eyes slowly fluttered open, and she was looking right up at the Latina.
"Hi...hi baby", cried Santana.
At first, Jade just stared at her, her eyes getting wider.
"Say something...", said Santana, through her tears.
"S-Santana..?"
"Yeah...yeah it's me. Hi...".
Jade's eyes filled with tears. She couldn't believe who she was looking up at. She felt like she was looking at an angel. Suddenly, she was in tears, and hand her arms around Santana's neck. She pulled her down, and their lips pressed together. They kissed, passionately for a few minutes before either of them said anything again. Eventually, they stopped, and Santana rested her forehead on Jade's.
"God...I've been so worried about you...", she whispered.
"I missed your beautiful face...", cried Jade.
"I missed yours too. You okay?"
Jade just nodded.
"Don't lie...".
"I'm okay", she mumbled."As happy as I am to see you...I think you should go...before anybody sees you...".
"I don't care who sees me...I can't leave. Not without you...".
"San...please...", begged Jade, weakly.
"No", said Santana, sternly."I'm not leaving you here."
"I'll be alright, I promise."
Santana shook her head, and sat up.
"Sit up", she demanded.
"What", asked Jade.
"If you can sit up without me helping you, I'll go...right now."
The minute she had said it, she regretted it. Jade tried, but failed. Her body was shaky, and it was easy to see she was in a lot of pain. On her third try, Santana couldn't even watch it anymore.
"Okay, Jade...stop. Just stop", she said, trying not to start crying all over again."You're leaving with us a few days, I don't give a damn what you say."
"My...parents need me...".
"Don't you dare...", said Santana."Don't even try to defend them."
"San...it's alright. I can stay here...I can go...here", said Jade. At that point, she having a hard time even breathing. Santana somehow knew it was because she was over excited, but couldn't really let it all out.
"What do you mean...go here", she asked, laying down right beside her, and holding her. Jade didn't answer, she just smiled weakly.
"Jade...what do you mean go here...tell me...please...".
Jade just stayed smiling, and looked right into the Latina's eyes.
"I...could...die like this...", she said, in almost a whisper."You're...so beautiful...".
Santana felt a fresh set of tears forming, and held Jade even tighter.
"Don't say that...please don't say that...".
Jade closed her eyes, and her body seemed to relax a little. She was going back to sleep, no matter how much she tried to fight it.
"Jade...", begged Santana, but she got no response. Suddenly, Jonah came rushing down the stairs, and stopped when he saw Santana in tears.
"What is it", he asked.
"She...thinks she's gonna' die...".
"What?"
"We have to get her out of here...tonight", she demanded, wiping tears from her face.
Jonah nodded his head. He knew it wasn't going to be easy, but he also knew it needed to be done.
Fabray Residence
Quinn was laying, wide awake in her bed, with her phone in her hand. She was waiting for seven different people to text her back. She didn't like being in her old bedroom. Why, she didn't know, but it made her uneasy. She was almost positive she wouldn't get much sleep being there. As she lay there, she heard the sound of glass breaking from downstairs, and her father yelling.
"You stupid, clumsy bitch!"
Quinn shot up, and looked at the time on her phone. It was almost two o'clock in the morning. It wasn't the first time her Father had screamed at such a late hour. It wasn't the first time she knew instantly what he was doing to Judy. However, it was the first time she got out of her bed, and hurried down the stairs. When she got downstairs, and into the kitchen, Judy was on the ground, crying and picking up pieces of glass. Russel, drink in hand, was hovering over her, yelling at her.
"All day long, you've been like this! I'm sick and tired of how fucking lazy you are! You're an embarrassment", he yelled, as he raised his hand, and slapped Judy hard. So hard, that if she hadn't already been down on the ground, the force he had used would have made her fall.
"I'm sorry, Russel...I'm sorry", the older woman cried.
"You're always sorry! Yet you still make the same damn mistakes over, and over again", he yelled, slapping her again.
"Stop it", shrieked Quinn, as she flew onto the ground."Just stop it!"
"Quinny...no...", cried Judy.
"Get back upstairs you little slut", yelled Russel.
"No", said Quinn, fighting tears."I'm not letting you do this to her anymore, Dad! Leave her alone!"
"What did you just say to me?"
"You fucking heard me! Keep your damn hands off her!"
Russel laughed to himself, as he finished his drink, and threw the glass across the kitchen. He reached down, and grabbed Quinn by her shirt. He lifted her up, and slammed her into a wall.
"Russel, don't...",. cried Judy, trying to stand up."Leave her be!"
"Shut up your mouth, Judy", he yelled, using his foot to push her back down.
Quinn wanted so badly to fight back. She wanted to hit him, kick him, bite him, anything to cause him pain, but she couldn't. She felt helpless, because she couldn't move. Fear paralyzed her, and she hated herself for it. Once he knew Judy wouldn't get back up, Russel, pinned Quinn to the wall harder, and looked right into her eyes.
"Listen to me you little whore...you can't come back in this house and tell me what to do! You don't get to do that anymore! You don't have your little hidden cameras, or anything like that now! This is my house! I call the shots! I make the rules, not you! You're fucking dead to me! Just like you're sister, both of you are just dead to me!"
Quinn started crying, and she tried to break free but it was no use.
"You will not come back in this house and try to tell me how to treat my wife! Do you understand me", he growled. Quinn nodded her head, frantically. Russel laughed a little, and let Quinn down. She went for Judy, but he grabbed her again, spun her around, and back handed her so hard, that she fell hard on the ground, right next to her mother.
"Clean this shit up, Quinn! Obviously, you're mother can't handle it! Judy...get up, and get upstairs in bed! Now!"
Judy tried to get to Quinn, but Russel grabbed her by the hair, and pulled her to her feet.
"Owe...owe...oh God...", she cried.
"Shut up", yelled Russel, as he pulled her out of the kitchen."Clean it up, Quinn!"
Once Quinn knew they were upstairs, she stood up, and headed for the front door. Her phone was still in her hoodie pocket, and that was all she needed at the moment. It didn't matter than she was in her pajamas, it didn't matter than she had no shoes on, she just needed to get out of there. She ran out the front door and sprinted down the street. She ran, and ran, and ran until she got to Rachel's street. Once she as on the corner, she stopped, and bent over to catch her breath. She pulled her phone out, and dialed Rachel. It only ran twice before she picked up.
"Hello?"
"Rachel...what's you...house number", she asked, out of breath, and still in tears.
"Oh my God, Quinn...Quinn what's the matter, what's wrong", asked Rachel.
"Baby please...just tell me your house number", Quinn begged, through her tears.
"Where are you, tell me...".
"I'm at the corner of your street...I can't...remember your house...what's the number...".
"Stay where you are, I'll be right there, baby", said Rachel, desperately, the line went dead. Quinn put her phone back in her pocket, and stood, crying, and shaking, trying to catch her breath. After about two minutes, she heard Rachel's voice.
"Quinn! Quinn!"
"Rachel", she cried.
"Quinn!"
She heard footsteps. Fast ones, as if somebody was running towards her.
"R-Rachel", she cried again, taking a few steps forward. Finally, Rachel appeared, and they wrapped their arms around each other, and sank to the ground. Quinn buried her face into Rachel, and cried her eyes out.
"I'm here...I'm here Quinn...talk to me, what the Hell is going on", Rachel asked, holding Quinn tight. She looked down at Quinn, and noticed her face was beet red on one side."Oh God...no. Did he hurt you? Quinn, did your Father hit you?"
"Don't let me go...", cried Quinn."Please don't let me go...".
"I won't, Quinn...I promise I won't", said Rachel, breaking into tears.
"We have to go back...we have to", cried Quinn.
"No...no why", asked Rachel.
"We have to go get my Mom. Please Rach...we have to go get her out of there."
Yeah I know. Crazy. Please review, and leave your feedback. Oh, and whoever it was that link this story on Tumblr, thanks for that. Can you do it again? LOL You guys are all so damn awesome, I love you. Thank you for being such great readers! *highfives*