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Chapter 5

Standing before her full length mirror with her t-shirt pulled up, Quinn could see the tiniest of baby bumps begin to appear. To anyone else it would look like she had just put on a few extra pounds but Quinn new differently. That handful of rounded skin was her baby, growing slowly and steadly for the past eight weeks. Time was running out, soon she'd really begin to show, the third month was usually when the baby bump became noticeable to others. Quinn sighed as she let her shirt fall back down. If she got what she truly wanted she'd be able to hid her pregnancy from her father until the baby was born and with a loving family that could take care of it, but Quinn was no fool, she knew that that was impossible. For as inattentive her father was towards her, the things that he always noticed about her were her faults, her mistakes, and this, getting pregnant at 16 was the worse mistake she'd ever made. No she had to face this head on, a good defense was a great offense. Maybe she could get him to understand, that she hadn't meant to get pregnant, that she'd only had sex once and it was a drunken mistake. Of course he'd be pissed she drank, but maybe he wouldn't be as mad if he thought she'd just had sex because she was drunk and not because she wanted to and was a whore now.

The bang coming from down stairs let her know that her father was home. Taking a deep breath and sending up a pray to God that everything would be alright she went down stairs to meet her father. He was in the kitchen making himself a drink and tasting the chilli she'd made for dinner.

"Hello Daddy." She greeted him as she entered the room. Looking over his shoulder he nodded before taking down this glass in one sip. Quinn cringed, that wasn't a good sign. "How was your day" she asked hesitantly.

"Fine, just long." He grumbled. Russell filled his glass up again but didn't drink it, instead he placed it at his place for dinner. That was a better sign, he wasn't already upset, just tired.

"You just going to stand there or are you going to serve dinner?" Russell barked. Quinn jumped realizing that she must have been standing there just staring at him for too long. Nodding she dished out their dinner and joined him at the table. Dinner was silent as usual. Russell very rarely asked her about his day. She'd try to talk to him, but he'd just answer with grunts or nods. As soon as dinner was done, Russell went to go to his office like usual when Quinn stopped him. It was now or never.

"Um, Daddy I actually have something I'd like to talk to you about." Quinn rung her hands nervously as he started at her before shrugging and indicating that she follow him into his office.

Sitting across from him Quinn stared around the room, it looked like a museum with all its expensive furniture and paintings. "Talk Quinn, I don't have all day," he barked again.

Taking a deep breath Quinn trained her eyes on her father. She had to be strong and stay strong. Show him that she was not afraid of him, that she was confident, and capable. Her father always respected confident strong people. He talked about good eye contact, firm handshakes, and things whenever he met someone new. "Daddy, I made a mistake awhile ago, one I regret so much. I hadn't been thinking straight at the time, it was very uncharacteristic of me and something I normally would never do, nor have done since. But I am now having to face the consequences of that mistake, and I am hoping you will support me." She watched him closely, he's expression had not changed and he remained quiet throughout the beginning of her speech, now though his eye's narrowed at her and his brow creased. "Don't beat around the bush Lucy, what is this mistake? What are the consequences that I supposedly need to support you through?" His words were hard and cold. Quinn's stomach began to drop.

"I am not beating around the bush, Daddy, I just wanted to explain how this happened. Tell you I am so sorry for what I did."

"Lucy Quinn, tell me." His face was growing redder by the second. Quinn resisted sinking back into the couch.

"Daddy I am pregnant. I am so sorry. I…" Quinn didn't get to finish her apology as her father was out of his chair and in her face in seconds. Pain shot through her head as his fist connect with the side of her face. She fell sideways onto the couch. Fear filled her as he reach down picked her up by her shirt and then throw her toward the entrance to the living room. Her side flared with pain as her hip connected with the hard wood floor. "Get out!" he roared at her. Quinn scrambled back against the wall. "Please no Daddy. I am so sorry. It was a mistake. Please I need you." She begged.

Russell was shaking his head as he hands went through his short blonde hair, "Get out." He said again as he paced in front of her, his anger steaming off him. Quinn knew she should listen, that she should run, but she had to try. He was her father, he was supposed to love her, be there for her no matter what. She couldn't lose another parent, another person she loved.

"Daddy, please. I didn't mean it, it was a mistake." She was crying hard now. He turned and stopped his pacing and glared at her with pure hate and disgust. "You are a disgrace." The words were like a dagger through her heart. Moving closer he continued, "I always knew you'd fall to the Devil's will. You're a sinner, Lucy and I can not and will not have you in my home." He was shaking his head now, "I tried to fix you, show you the way. I took you from you mother's influence, her progressive thoughts, but still you continued down this dark path. You are not my daughter, I have no daughters." A single tear slid down his cheek as he now stared down at her.

"Daddy," Quinn whimpered. Russell just shook his head and turned away, "You have twenty minutes to get your things and get out of my house. I never want to see you or your bastard again."

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It took Quinn all twenty minutes to gather everything that was important to her. She took as many clothes as she could, but she made sure she had her few favorite books, ones her father disapproved of and she'd hidden from him, she grabbed some CDs also on her father's banned list, and finally she took her sister's journal and a photo album filled with pictures of Frannie. She hadn't seen her father as she left, though she was glad, her face hurt so much and she could feel her right eye swelling.

Now she sat in her car in front of Paul's house. She hadn't told him about her pregnancy yet; she had wanted to see what her father's reaction was first. Paul was her last hope. Dialing the familiar number she heard him answer. "Hello?"

"Paul its Quinn." The line was silent for a few seconds, "Oh so you're talking to me now?"

Quinn sighed; it was true she'd avoided him since their encounter at the beginning of the year. At first it was because she was still mad at him for taking advantage of her when she was vulnerable, and later it was because she didn't know how to tell him about the baby. "I am sorry for that. I was just upset." A small sob escaped her lips. "Quinn, what's wrong?" His voice sound gentle and concerned.

"I'm out front, can you come out?"

"Give me a second." Quinn hung up and rested her forehead on the steering wheel. She had a pounding headache and just wanted to sleep but she couldn't; not yet at least. Hopefully Paul would come through for her like her father hadn't and she'd have warm bed to sleep in.

Her door opened a few minutes later and she looked up to she Paul sitting next to her. He gasped when he saw her face. "Shit Quinn, what happened?" He gently rubbed his thumb against her not bruised cheek; Quinn unconsciously leaned into his touch. "I told my father something that made him really really mad. He kicked me out."

Paul looked surprised and then confused. He turned to see her backseat filled with bags. "What did you tell him?"

Quinn turned to face Paul fully. Once again she sent up a pray to God that everything would be okay, that Paul would be there for her and their baby. "I am pregnant Paul." Complete and utter silence filled the car. Paul stared at her in shock for ten minutes before he found his words, "You're lying."

Quinn shook her head, "I'm not. I had a doctor confirm it two weeks ago."

"It's not mine." He choked out.

"What?" Quinn busted with anger, "of course it's yours, I haven't been with anyone else."

"How do I know you're telling the truth? You slept with me; you could have slept with someone else. Chris is always staring at you."

Quinn shook her head, this could not be happening. She needed Paul. This baby was his, a direct result of him not using protection. "You're joking right? God Paul why would I lie?"

Paul closed his eyes at that. Quinn held her breath. Then he spoke and his words took her breath away, "I'm sorry Quinn, I can't do this. You're on your own."

"Paul, you can't." She begged. She hated begging and yet that is all she did for the last hour or so.

"Quinn, I'm a senior. I have a scholarship to play football at OSU. I can't be strapped down with a baby, not now. "

"Like I can?" Quinn snapped, "I'm 16 years old, I have two more years of school after this year. I can't do this alone."

"Then get an abortion." He yelled back at her.

"That's murder, a sin."

"So is premarital sex last time I checked." Quinn gasped at that. It was a low blow and she didn't know how to recover from it.

Paul pushed open his door and leaned down, "I'm sorry Quinn but I can't do this." Then he shut the door and went back into his house.

Quinn immediately pulled out of his driveway and drove down the street to the gas station before parking at the far end of the lot. She turned off her car and stared out the window at the beautiful full moon that filled the sky. She felt numb and lost. Her father had kicked her out of her house and the father of her baby had just washed his hands of her and the baby. It was too much, so Quinn did all she could do, she cried.

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