Author: Twi-RangerWords: 2,030Chapters: (16/40)Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, or it would be more badass!Author's Notes: This is for fridaglee17. My first week of school was cool. So, on the story. Russell makes a small appearance.
Uploaded: September 01, 2013
Rachel just stared at the door. She didn't know how long she sat there, doing nothing. She was wishing, hoping that Quinn would walk through that door. She wished for a chance to hug her best friend, She couldn't get through it without Quinn. She needed her best friend to hold her. Part of her heart and soul went missing the minute Quinn was taken from her.
Marvin entered the room and smirked when he heard Rachel let out a sob. He knew this would destroy not just one, but both of the girls. He did not know how the other girl was doing, or what was happened to her, nor did he care. He got the money and that was all he cared about. He also had his little slave, his maid in a way.
"Get up. Just because your friend is gone does not mean you get to do nothing. Get your ass up and do some work around the house. You're not going to be lazy around here," he ordered, as he glared at her.
Rachel, giving up hope, stood up and followed Marvin into the hall and the kitchen. She didn't look up or pay attention to where she was going. She just kept her eyes on the ground.
"Wash every dish by the time I return, if one dish is dirty or you don't finish, you'll be sorry," he threatened, as he pushed her to the sink.
When he returned, she was done. Everything was clean, so he made her clean the living room. He made her clean the whole house, and not once did she complain.
She went back to her room and stared at the ceiling. She felt empty. She felt like she had nothing else to live for.
Weeks pasted, and she felt even worse. She knew what she felt for Quinn was what she felt for Sam, if not stronger. She didn't know what that meant. She knew it was okay to like girls, she did have two dads, but what about Quinn. Her parents probably didn't believe in that. But what did she care. It's not like she'll see her fathers, brother, friends, or Quinn again. If these past two years taught her anything, it was that hoping was useless. Nothing good happened in the past two years, then nothing good will happen in the next five or ten years.
That's how Rachel lived for the next year. There is no point. She was nothing, but a slave. She would just keep the house clean to please Marvin. There was nothing else to do, to hope.
Quinn sat there, staring at nothing, as tears streamed down her face. She was thinking of what had happened the past week. He broke her. She was finally broken down. Something she didn't think was possible. She didn't think anything would break her. What he did that week, no, she won't, she couldn't think about it. If she doesn't think about it, it didn't happen. But who was she kidding, it didn't work with what her dad did, it definitely won't work with what happened in the past week.
She hoped Rachel didn't have to go through that, through what she had to go through. But Marvin didn't seem like the type to do that. He didn't seem as evil, but what did she know. He sold her. He split her and Rachel up. Marvin, the man she hated with all her might. She hated him more than she hated her own father. And that was big.
Russell Fabray, she wondered if he decided to hurt her brother, her mother. She missed them. She missed holding Sam's hand, hugging Judy, even Frannie's sarcasm and bitchiness. She missed them and wished to go home, or to be with Rachel. It was safer there. It was safer anywhere except where she was.
Quinn sat in the corner of the dark room and rocked herself. She felt like she had permanent tear-stained on the face. She had not stopped crying in the past week. She couldn't. Anything would set her off and she would start crying. She hated it. She hated feeling worthless or the fact that there is no more hope.
She wished she never broke down that day. If she hasn't, maybe she could have turned her emotions off. Her father did it. Her sister did it. Her mother stopped doing it, but she did it. Sam couldn't. He wore his heart on his sleeve.
She wondered how he was doing. It must be horrible for him. He saw them be taken away. From what Rachel told her, he fought for her, for them. She hoped Finn was okay. He took a bullet for them. She owed him for that. She won't give up complete hope for him. She owed him that much. He deserved to know his injury wasn't in vain. She had to think of a way to get back to Rachel. Once she gets back, they can find a way to escape.
Then Fabrays, sans Frannie, and Berrys sat in the living room of the Fabray house. When Russell heard about Quinn's kidnapping, he was angry. He blamed everyone, especially the Berrys, Judy, all of Quinn's friends, especially Sam and Finn, the two boys that were with them. He resented Sam, but the boy didn't care. He didn't like his father, and everyone knew that. At twelve years old, he became a man of his own. He was older mentally.
The two families sat across from the police officer in charge of the case. He had called them and told them he had a small lead, and he thought the families deserved to know. They were just waiting for Finn and Carole. The policeman needed both boys who had seen the man who took the girls.
Soon the Hudson family walked in and they were able to start. Carole sat next to Judy, who was sitting next to Russell, and Hiram, who was sitting next to LeRoy. Finn sat next to Sam and Puck.
"I believe we have found the man who took your daughters. His name is Marvin Ryans. He is twenty-eight. From what we know, he has been in prison before, for a small felony. I have brought a picture, and I need Samuel and Finnegan, to tell us, me, if this is the man who took them," the policeman told them. The tall boy and the blonde boy nodded.
The police officer showed them the picture of the man. Sam and Finn's features went angry when they noticed it was the man who kidnapped both Rachel and Quinn.
"That's him. That's the bastard who took them," Sam responded, as he clenched his fists.
"Samuel Fabray, you will respect the man," Russell told him, as he glared at the boy.
"Why should I listen to you? You aren't my father. You are nothing to me. If I had it my way, I would take my mother's last name. I am not a Fabray," Sam told him, as he stood up and walked away.
"Can you believe that boy?" the eldest Fabray asked his wife.
"Yes, I can Russell," she answered as she got up and walked away. The other visitors just sat there, uncomfortable. Finn and Puck stood up and ran towards their best friend.
The policeman stood up. "This was, uh, this was all I needed. Thank you for your corroboration," he said, as he walked out of the room.
Russell turned to the Berry men and glared at them. "This is your entire fault. If my daughter wasn't friends with yours, then she would had still been here!"
They didn't answer. They saw no point in fighting with him. They knew he had his head far up his ass to see his daughter wasn't the only one missing. Instead they turned to Carole Hudson.
"Thank you for bringing Finn over. It means a lot to us and Judy," he said.
She smiled. "It's nothing, anything to help those girls. I loved, love them as if they were mine," she answered. Both Berry men hugged her.
A year passed, a year without Quinn. She wondered if this is how her family felt, how Quinn's family felt with them gone. Three years since she last saw her family. One since she saw her best friend. She didn't know what was going to happen, if Quinn was still alive. Marvin told her he didn't talk to the man who bought her. He didn't know or care about what happened to Quinn. She wasn't his responsibility. Rachel was barely his responsibly. He didn't care.
Rachel stood up and walked to the door. It was time for the daily cleaning.
Two. Two graduation in a row. They hadn't gotten to the date yet, but it was getting closer. It was another reminder to Sam, to Puck, to Finn, to the whole group that the youngest Berry and the younger twin were still missing, that they hadn't much to go on except a name and face. It didn't help much if they didn't have a place. There was an alert, and everyone knew to look out for Marvin Ryans.
Most people had given up hope, the parents except Hiram, LeRoy, Judy and Carole, the kids, except for Brittany, Finn, Sam, and Puck, the police except for a few. Most believed the girls were dead and the parents were wasting their time. They believed the Berrys and Fabrays should make a funeral. There was no hope and the girls were never coming back. It pissed off those who did believe.
But they knew. They hoped. They prayed. The girls would return one day. They would come home.
Quinn couldn't see. She couldn't see anything. It was dark. Her hands were tied on her back. She was blindfolded and gagged. She could feel a small vibration, and she could hear a motor. She knew she was in a car. She didn't know where she was going.
She could hear Jefferson, the man who bought her mutter swear words. She knew they were aimed at her. She had pissed him off one too many times. She was just scared he was going to kill her and dump her body in a lake, or ditch.
The car stopped and she heard the open and slammed shut. Then her door opened. "Get out," he ordered, as he roughly pulled her out of the car. He slammed the door shut once she was out and made her walk.
"No! You can't, we had a deal!" Rachel heard someone shout. She sat up, frowning. She didn't know what was going on outside her room. She pressed her ear against the door to see if she could hear better.
"No refunds," she heard Marvin respond. She could hear a few mumbles and a door slamming shut. She heard Marvin scream in frustration and a crash. She heard footsteps getting closer, so she moved away.
The door opened and Marvin threw someone inside. He glared at them, gave them a quick kick before walking out and slamming the door, causing both of them to jump.
Once Rachel was sure he was gone, she moved towards the body on the ground. As she got closer the more she saw. Like blonde hair and pale skin. They had their hands tied together on her back, a blindfold covering their eyes, and a gag in their mouth. She also noticed the body was small, and female. It was...Quinn.
Rachel rushed to the girl. She got on her knees and started to untie her wrist. She took the blindfold and gag off. Quinn was unconscious. Rachel hugged her body close and let some tears fall. She kissed her forehead. Quinn was back. Rachel could tell something was wrong, and that she was harmed. She was so happy she had Quinn back. She was back in her arms.
Rachel heard a small groan. She looked down and watched as Quinn slowly woke up. She watched as Quinn stared at her. Her eyes started to water.
"Rach," she whispered as she broke down.