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Chapter 2

Quinn groaned as she dragged herself into her house and dropped her things at the door. She needed to take it to her room soon, before her Dad got home from work, but right now she just wanted to lie on the couch and relax. She was exhausted from cheer practice, but couldn't understand why. It hadn't been any harder than usual, but for some reason each kick, twist, split, and tumble took more out of her than ever. Once Quinn's head hit the cushion on the couch she sighed in relief. Five minutes and then I'll get to work.

"Lucy Quinn Fabray!" Quinn shot up from where she lye on the couch at the sound of her father's booming voice. Looking around she realized that it was dark out and a lot later than she had intended to nap for. Crap, I didn't start dinner.

Quinn ran to the front to see her father holding her school thing in his big hands. "I could have tripped and killed myself. Are you trying to kill me like you did your sister?" Quinn froze just barely at his words before grabbing her things from him. "I'm sorry, I was tired and I meant to move them before you came home, but I fell asleep."

Russell Fabray glared down at her, "Frannie never would have done that. I take it dinner isn't ready if you fell asleep?"

Quinn looked down and nodded. Pain seared through her jaw and behind her eyes as his hand came into contact with the side of her face. It didn't matter how many times he'd hit her there, it still hurt the same. "Your worthless you know that Quinn. Now move. Make me my dinner and then it's to the closet for the rest of night for you and no dinner." Russell moved to leave but not before giving her a swift punch to the ribs. "It should have been you." He mumbled. Quinn held in her tears until he was gone and then allowed herself to gasp for the air that had been forced out of her lungs by his fist. Should have been you, yeah probably but it wasn'.t Quinn's heart ached the most at his words and her thoughts the any of the physical harm he'd done to her. She knew she was the disappointment in the family, that Frannie had been the perfect child, that if anyone should have lost their life it should have been Quinn, but it hadn't been and there was nothing Quinn could do about it. She couldn't go back and change that day no matter how much she or her father wanted to. Having regained her breath and composer Quinn entered the kitchen and began making chicken marsala for her father.

An hour later she sat in the back of the hall closet watching as the light disappeared and the lock latched shut. Sighing she tried to hold herself together. Even as the walls began to close in on her and her breath became short she stayed quiet. She's been here many times before in her life and if there was one thing she learned it was not to cry in the closet. That only made Russell madder and the punishment far worse.

Judy lay on her bed staring at the photo in the mahogany frame. The little girl in the picture had chubby cheeks, bright beautiful hazel eyes, a radiating smile, and long gorgeous and fine blonde locks. This was the last picture Judy had of Lucy. Forever the image of Lucy in Judy's mind would be this happy six year old. Obviously Judy knew that Lucy would grow up and may not look anything like the little girl in the picture, but it was all she had to hold on too.

The bed bouncing underneath her alerted Judy to her company. Turning she smiled at the woman with the short auburn hair and brown eyes. "Hey Carol."

"Judy, we are meant to be going out in a ten minutes, I thought you'd be ready to go by now. I don't get out of the house much you know that. I need to take advantage of my teenagerless time."

Judy chuckled a little. Carol was one of the kindest most caring and understanding people Judy had ever met, and they quickly became fast friends. Carol was a single mother to a teenage boy, Finn, and didn't get off work enough to regularly go out with Judy so when the time presented itself, the two always made sure to get out.

"I know it's just…" Judy looked back at Lucy's picture and rubbed the glass gently with her thumb.

"Lucy?" Carol said gently, her hand gripping her friends in support.

"She'll be sixteen tomorrow. Only two weeks older than Finn." Carol nodded but remained quiet.

"I always thought I'd be there you know? Sixteen it is such a huge day for a kid. I still remember how excited Frannie was on hers." Judy's throat clenched. She couldn't think of Frannie now, it hurt too much.

"It wasn't your fault, Judy. The accident. You couldn't have done anything." Carol whispered.

"If I hadn't divorced him…"

"Don't go there. You had to try and get your girls out; it was the right thing to do. But you lost, and that isn't your fault either. I am so sorry you lost your family trying to do right by your girls, but Judy, honey you have to stop blaming yourself. You tried everything short of kidnapping those girls, that's what matters."

Judy rolled her eyes and looked back at Lucy's hazel eyes, "Maybe I should have just taken them."

Carol shook her head fervently "No. What good would you have done those girls behind bars?"

"What good did I do Frannie or am doing Lucy now just sitting here? Waiting for my millionth appeal to be rejected?"

Carol said nothing for a long time before sighing, "It'll work out in the end, you just have to believe."

Judy nodded and gave her friend a small smile, "Your right. Come on, let's go out."

"Thank you!" Carol laughed as the two began picking out Judy's outfit for the night. They'd go to a nice restaurant meet up with the girls, drink, laugh and talk. It would be good for the both of them.

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