I am back with a new story. This one is a little different for me. I know people have had Shelby save Rachel from her horrible life, but this is a new twist to that. I hope you enjoy.
I want to thank my co-author, hayleynymphadora, for without her my stories would be nonexistent. Not only is she my co-author, but she has quickly become a very good friend. :) So thank you so much!
If you were to ask anyone, who is Rachel Berry, I don't think any of their answers would be the same. An annoying spoiled brat. Man-hands. RuPaul. Goody Too Shoes. Obnoxious. Talented. While some of those I am, most of them I am not. I am not spoiled or a goody too shoes and I am definitely not talented. Oh, does that surprise you? Did you expect me to say that I am not any of those negative things? If you would have asked me a couple of years ago, I would have completely disagreed with you. I used to be so full of life. I used to be spoiled. I used to be talented. Then everything was taken away from me in one night. Let's start at the beginning…
"Leroy! Let's go, we are going to be late for dinner." I hear daddy screaming down the hallway.
"I am coming, I am coming!" Dad screams back. "Rachel meet your father and I in the living room please."
Five minutes later we are in the living room, going over the details one last time before they leave. Contrary to what people believe, my dads are almost always home with me and very seldom leave me alone. When they do leave me alone, they make a big fuss over it. I just don't understand I am 17 for crying out loud.
Finally after another 20 minutes, they are out the door and out of my hair. I make my way into the music room to practice for this week's glee assignment, Bieber. UGH, I thought we already went through this once already. Didn't all of the guys turn into Justin for like a week? Anyway, just as I sit down at the piano to start working on an acoustic version of one of his many songs, I hear the window to the living room break. I quickly turn off all of the lights and crawl into a corner in the room, behind a bookshelf. Thank God I am so small. I dial 911 and lay the phone down so the light doesn't shine, giving me away. I hear the footsteps in the house getting closer and closer to where I am sitting. Slowly the door creaks open and I can see the person's shoes.
"Oh, Come On Rach. I know you are in here. I saw the light on before I broke in, and now it is off. Do you think I am that stupid, really?" I know that voice, Jacob Ben Israel. Before I know what's going on, I am being dragged out of my hiding spot by my hair and the light is turned on.
"What can I do for you, Jacob?" I ask politely.
"The better question is what can I do for you?" He replies with a crazy grin on his face.
"I don't understand." I just barely get those words out when he smashes his lips to mine. I begin to push him off of me and start screaming. He is a lot stronger than I thought. He pushes me on the floor and undresses me before he undresses himself. He straddles me, I continue to fight underneath him, only making him angrier.
"Stop! Please! Don't do this!"
"Shut up! You leave me no choice, Rachel. You tease me all day long at school in those short skirts and animal print sweaters. You know those drive me wild, that is why you wear them every day, isn't it?"
"No. Please!"
` "Shut Up! Let me get what I want and I will be gone. Just lay here like the good girl I know you are." I finally give in and just lay there. I am so tired I can't fight anymore. I never knew I was so weak. Sure enough when he finished he left. About ten minutes after he left, a cop car pulled into my driveway. I meet them at the door after pulling myself together.
"Ma'am, we received a call from this address. The dispatcher said it was a possible break in and rape."
"Yes sir." There is no use in lying; the dispatcher heard everything from where I had called earlier.
"The paramedics need to take you to the hospital to have some tests run. Is there anyone we can call for you?"
"My dad's. They went out to din-dinner at Breadstix."
"Okay ma'am. Go with the paramedics, they will take good care of you."
As you can see, my life was taken from me in a matter of 30 minutes. The longest 30 minutes of my life. My dad's didn't know what to do to help me so they left me alone. I abandoned my friends, I quit New Directions, and I gave up on life completely. I began cutting. It's not that I wanted to die, but if I did, I wouldn't have cared. All of this was until the day I fell back in love with music. Her name was Shelby Corcoran. She was this Broadway legend who had just released her first solo album. She had written most of the songs herself, they were so powerful; it was as if she was inside of my head and had put all of my feelings on paper. I became obsessed quickly. One day I logged on to her website and saw that she was coming to Cincinnati in a few weeks, so I asked my dads to buy tickets. At first they were a little hesitant, but they finally gave in when they realized how much this meant to me.
The day of the concert is finally here. I'm so excited. Dad and Daddy have to work so they are sending me to the concert with my best friend, Kurt. He loves Broadway just as much as I do and he says that he wants to personally thank Shelby for bringing me back to life, giving me a reason to live again.
"Kurt, let's go we are going to be so late if we don't leave now." I say making my way to his bedroom.
"I'm coming, Diva. Let's go." Once we are in the car, I double check to make sure we have everything we need before heading out of town.
We arrive in Cincinnati just in time to check into the hotel, check our appearances and head to the venue, which happens to be right across the street from our hotel. We are so busy talking to one another, we don't notice this woman walking beside us until we arrive at the stage door.
"Shelby! Over here! Will you sign a few photos?" I about fall out right then and there. We had been walking beside my life saver and didn't even recognize her. There is another man there with his son who looks like he is about to pass out.
"Ms. Corcoran, can I please have an autograph?" he asks shyly.
"Sure. I am in a rush right now but I will be back out shortly. Will you wait around?" he nods and she walks through the door. Kurt and I stand outside and wait patiently with the young boy and his father. Sure enough about 45 minutes later, she reappears. She looks around and the annoying guy asking her to sign some photographs begins to bother her again.
"I am sorry. I don't have time. I did tell this young man that I would give him an autograph, but I don't have time for anymore." She proceeds to sign the autograph and then takes a picture with the young boy and begins to walk away.
"Ms. Corcoran," when she looks at me I swear my heart stops, "I wrote you a letter."
"Thank you." She shakes my hand and then leaves. Kurt and I head back to the hotel. I can't breathe; he keeps rubbing my back telling me everything is okay. I got my letter to her. When we are crossing the crosswalk, we notice she is right behind us. I trip on a root from a tree and almost fall. Kurt reaches out to grab me before I hit the ground. Thank God he did, could you imagine that humiliation? At the last cross walk before our hotel, she comes and stands beside Kurt. She has a few friends with her who are keeping her attention, while Kurt and I just stare blankly ahead, not really sure what to do. In front of the hotel, she stops.
"Is this a dream?" Kurt asks me once we are in the elevator.
"I don't think so. Do you think she is staying in this hotel?"
"It sure does seem like it, doesn't it?" I nod. When we get back to the room, we realize we do not have time to do anything except get ready for the show that night. Alas, we start preparing ourselves for the best night ever.
The show is over way too fast. It seemed like we just sat down. We race down the stairs, with this girl who was at the show alone. We had talked before the show and we were going to show her to the stage door. After about an hour of waiting at the stage door, a security guard appears and informs us that she will get to everyone. We make our way to the end of the line so that I can ask her if she had a chance to read my letter. After she signs about half of the autographs, she gets in her car and leaves. I feel as if my heart was shattered into a million pieces. Our new friend, Nichole, needs to use the restroom so we offer to take her to our hotel and let her use the one in the lobby. After she finishes, we head outside to wait for her cab together so she isn't waiting alone. I am facing the building, talking to Kurt and Nichole when I see Shelby walk out of the doors. Kurt pushes me toward her, almost pushing me into her.
"Ms. Corcoran, I was wondering if you had a chance to read my letter yet."
"Rachel Berry?" I nod.
