Hi! A huge thank you for all the support so far, I just love waking up in the morning and seeing reviews and such in my inbox; keep it coming! Anyways this chapter is a little short, but it will be plenty action packed. Next chapter will get deeper into the faberry relationship, scouts honor. Warning: violence

"Here we are." I sighed as we stepped out of the cab. I look up at the huge mansion and realize, this was it. I was about to break up with Finn and live with Quinn, this stranger who I knew nothing about. I am leaving everything I've known for the past 2 years and risking major publicity drama; we all know the huge celebrity split stories that circulate the internet. I know that leaving Finn is the right thing to do, after all the crap he has done to me... but I can't help but feel sorry for him, and everything. He must have some reason to be so angry all the time. I'm going to miss the Finn that I met that night at the beach; the confident sexy actor that swooned me.

Shoving all these thoughts far out of my mind, I stood at the end of the driveway, not wanting to take the long walk up to the front door. Quinn takes my hand and grabs my attention. "It's okay." She smiled reassuringly at me. I am thankful for having Quinn by my side for this. Although we just met yesterday, we have an understanding somehow. We protect each other, I protect her from the harm that comes in her sleep, and she protects me from the harm that comes to me at day. I stare a Quinn for a moment, thinking about how much I already care for this girl even though I know nothing about her. "Yeah, it's okay." I repeat, and I know I truly believe it.

We began to walk up the driveway, and with each step I can feel my stomach churn more and more. I peer in the garage and see that both cars are parked in their spots. That means that Finn is home. Finn is inside and waiting for me.

"Just a warning," My voice shakes as I speak. I am so scared for what moments are about to come. "Finn's here." All Quinn does it nod at me. I hadn't prepared for the moment where I come face to face with Finn again. Since Finn is here, I know that this shouldn't go over very well. I had half the mind to turn around right there and run back down the driveway, but Quinn had a very tight grip on my arm, pushing me forward with each step.

Together, we walk up the stairs leading to the front door. I hold in my breath as I creep the door open, there was no sound coming from inside. I open the door a little wider to see that the foyer was empty. I withdraw the breath I was holding and I gesture Quinn inside.

"Finn must be in some other part in the house." I quietly explain to Quinn. "Let's just pack up my stuff as quickly as we can and leave."

"Deal." Quinn agrees. We sneak up the front stairs and go into the shared bedroom that I had. Walking into the room, I see all my stuff strewn all around the room; most of my clothes are ripped, and my picture frames are shattered. All my possessions are ruined and not repairable. I pick up one of my ripped blouses and feel a rip in my own heart. I grip the fabric tightly in my hands and I can feel myself start to cry. My entire life was officially shattered. Finn obviously was taking all of his anger out on me, and my things. .

Quinn stared around the room with an open mouth, putting all the pieces together. "Oh." She choked back. I could feel her kneel down on the floor beside me and try to console me. "Shh... we can just buy more clothes." Quinn was trying her best to keep me quiet, but I couldn't control my loud sobbing.

"I can buy it ALL back, but I can't get all the memories that came with it back." I sobbed loudly. Quinn kept trying to shush me, afraid that Finn was going to hear us.

"I hate Finn! I HATE him" I say with venom. "Meeting this guy was the biggest mistake of my entire life, staying with him after all this shit was an even bigger mistake. All he ever does it put me down; the shit he says to me, the shit he does to me. I fucking hate him." My voice was growing louder with anger at every word I spoke. Quinn was desperately trying to shush me.

Suddenly there was a loud crash coming from downstairs. Finn. My anger quickly dissolved into fear, and my heart was pounding a mile a minute. I knew he heard us. I stumbled up from the floor, dragging Quinn along with me.

Finn came bursting through the doorway, his eyes filled with anger. "Rachel? Get the fuck out of my house, you are no longer welcome here you dirty little skank!"

He came stomping towards me, his fists flying. I ducked under him and dashed out of the bedroom as fast as I could. Fear took over as adrenaline and I sprinted down the stairs and towards the garage, to make my escape. I looked over my shoulder and realized that Quinn wasn't by my side. "QUINN?" I called out desperately?

I could hear her scream in pain from upstairs, and I knew exactly what was happening. I grabbed the house phone and dialed 911, and then rushed back upstairs.

The sight I saw was horrific; I looked down to see a pool of blood, and I collapsed onto the ground heaving in fear. There was screaming, crying, sirens, and the deafening sounds of fists hitting Quinn's body. My tears were mixing with the blood as I collapsed over the body, and I could feel her slipping away from me.

"Quinn?" I shook her. She looked at me with blank, lifeless eyes, not her warm hazel orbs that sparkled every time she smiled. "Quinn?" I repeated. There still was no answer...

The police arrived and handcuffed Finn. They dragged him out of the bedroom, and that was the last I saw of him. Good Riddance. I turn my attention back to Quinn, her eyes were closed, and there was a large wound in her abdomen; a bloody kitchen knife lay beside her. I knew Finn had stabbed her, and I know Quinn could die any minute now...

Chapter 4: Hospital