Rachel Barbra Berry was walking home on the cold, dark streets of Lima, Ohio, shivering and alone.
All of a sudden, she heard a car pull up beside her, "Hey Manhands, need a ride home?"
Great, she thought to herself, one of those stupid hockey players.
"Um, no thank you, I can walk home," Rachel replied.
At this the hockey player became angry, grabbed a gun he obviously had in the car and said, "Get in the car bitch."
Rachel had no clue what to do so she ran to the other side of the car, scared for her life.
"Oh, don't worry, I'm not going to do anything you don't want anyway."
Rachel gulped. She had no clue where this idiot was driving her, so she closed her eyes and when she opened them, they were in the middle of the woods.
"Open your eyes, bitch!" the hockey player commanded.
Rachel was terrified and did as she was commanded. The hockey player then grabbed her arms and forced her to lay down in the backseat.
"You're going to love this, you little whore," the taller boy said, unbuckling his belt and pulling his pants down.
"Suck my cock!"
"W-w-whhhat?" Rachel stammered.
"You heard me…suck my cock or I'll kill you and those two precious daddies of yours."
At this, Rachel gulped and did as she was instructed. After a few minutes of forcing her to suck his cock, he forcibly ripped her shirt and bra off and started slapping her in the face over and over.
"Say I'm your master, you little bitch."
"You're m-m-my master." Rachel told him.
"Good girl!" he exclaimed then winked at her.
Then he grabbed a lighter and burnt the word, "slut" into her chest. At this, Rachel whimpered.
"No more noise or I will kill you, you little slut."
At this, Rachel nodded. The psychopath then forced her skirt off and yanked her panties off. Rachel just lay there silent and still, not knowing what to do. He was ramming himself in and out of her, causing her to bleed because she was still a virgin.
After he was done, Rachel sighed, relieved. WHAM! He had punched her in the face…hard.
"I said no noises and clean up this mess you little bitch," he told her, grabbing some bleach from the front seat. He had obviously planned this.
Rachel did as she was told, fearing for her life. When she was done, he whispered in her ear, "You so much as whisper a word of this to anybody and I will slit your throat." At this, Rachel nodded, fearing for her life, "Now to get you home," he said, a creepy smile lurking on his face.
After what felt like forever, he dropped her off at her house "And remember, not a word Rupaul…"
Rachel then walked to the door of the house and ran upstairs to her room. Her dads weren't here. They were gone on a business trip.
As usual, she thought, they're never here when I need them. Nobody ever is.
Rachel sighed, tears streaming down her face. She had no idea what to do, so she just lay in bed, restless, not knowing what to do.
So, the next morning, her alarm went off and she was scared. Scared, to go to school, scared to see the jerk that did this to her, scared of everything. However, she went anyway, not even thinking to shower and just throwing on a hoodie and a pair of sweat pants.
Nothing mattered to her anymore. She was numb. She rode the bus to school, with headphones in her ear, sighing. As soon as she got to the school, she ran to the bathroom and sat in a stall until the first morning bell rang. The day seemed to go by really slow. She just wanted to go home. Nothing was right anymore. She didn't even want to go to Glee club, which was a huge shock, even for her.
However, she decided it was best to go, so nobody would get suspicious. She was the first, as usual, to get there and sat in the very back row in the leftmost corner of the room. The rest of the glee club members walked in and all she could do was stare at the floor. She didn't even notice Mr. Schuester walk in as she was too busy staring at the floor, wandering what she'd ever done
"You okay Rachel?" he asked.
"Yea, I'm fine," she stuttered, "I just don't feel like singing today okay?"
The rest of the Glee club turned around and stared at her in shock. She didn't care though because she felt so worthless. She didn't feel like singing or moving or breathing. She just wanted to curl into a ball and never come out.
"That's quite alright, Rachel," he said, now seriously concerned. However, he brushed it off as just Rachel having a bad day, having no clue it was something a lot more serious.
The brunette nodded, continuing to stare down at the floor.
On the other side of the room, Quinn, Santana and Brittany exchanged worried glances. They'd never really been friends with the diva but were extremely concerned about the way she was acting.
"Alright, that's it, after glee club we are going to follow her and make sure she's alright, okay?" Santana said told Quinn and Brittany. The two blonde girls nodded at the Latina. Something definitely was up with the diva, and they were going to find out what.
After glee, they followed the tiny diva into the bathroom where she was crying.
Brittany, not thinking, asked, "Rachel, what's wrong? And what happened to your face?" seeing the bruise that had formed on the brunette's face.
"N-n-nothing," Rachel stammered. I just ran into a wall at home."
"Bull, Rachel," Santana said, eyeing the tiny girl, "what's going on?"
"I can't tell you," and then added even more quietly, "I can't tell anyone…"
"Why not?" Quinn asked, genuinely concerned.
"Because I…I just can't."
"Okay, well, at least let us take you to my house and we can take care of that bruise. And we can talk more there." Santana stated.
"O-o-okay…" Rachel stammered, tears about to stream down her face because she had no clue what was about to happen.
Sensing that the girl was about to cry, Brittany walked over to her and put her arms around her shoulder, rubbing small circles on her back, "You're okay, Rach, we just want to help you, okay?."
"Okay," Rachel replied, "But if this turns into some sort of joke, I will leave."
"Don't worry, not even I am that cruel," Santana replied.
At this, Rachel rolled her eyes and let out a small laugh. Even Rachel had to admit that the Latina was rather funny.
"Okay, now let's go to my house!" Santana exclaimed.
The four girls then walked to Santana's car, where she quickly drove to her house. When they arrived, they immediately had Rachel sit down in a kitchen chair.
"Now, this might sting a bit," Santana told her as she put ice on her new-found friend's forehead.
"It doesn't sting, it's just really cold," Rachel replied, grabbing Brittany's hand and squeezing it, while Quinn was rubbing small circles into her back.
After a few minutes of having the ice pack on Rachel's head, Santana took it off and said, "We'll go upstairs and in about 30 minutes, we'll have to do that again."
So the four girls walked upstairs to Santana's room. Rachel then asked, "Santana…how do you know all this stuff?"
At this Santana rolled her eyes and said, "My dad's a doctor silly."
Brittany then chipped in and said, "When Lord Tubbington broke one of his paws, Santana fixed it."
Rachel smiled at the innocent girl, hoping to God Brittany never came into contact with anything that had happened to her.
"Okay, Rachel, I know you don't want to tell us, but could you please tell us what happened. " Quinn asked.
"I don't know…" Rachel replied.
"How about this…Quinn and Britt go to the store and buy some vegan cookie mix, while you and I stay here and talk?" Santana asked, hoping the girl wouldn't object.
"I-I guess that's okay," Rachel stammered. "But make it the vegan chocolate chip ones?" she asked looking up hopefully.
Brittany and Quinn nodded at the brunette, smiling at the thought of maybe seeing her smile.
Once Brittany and Quinn had left, Santana looked Rachel in the eyes and said, "So will you please tell me what's going on? And I'm not just asking because I'm curious. I'm genuinely worried about you."
"Yea, but how do I know this isn't some prank or a dream or that you really do care?"
"Rachel, look me in the eyes and tell me I don't care," Santana replied.
Rachel did as she was instructed and could tell the girl in front of her honestly did care about what was going on. However, she didn't know if she should tell her what happened. After all, the boy had threatened to kill her.
"I-I-I can't…." Rachel stammered, tears starting to flow down her face.
Santana immediately understood and pulled Rachel into a hug, rubbing her back, soothing her with the words, "Shhhhhh…it's okay, it's all right. It's all going to be okay. Take your time. Just…I want to know who did this to you okay?"
"Okay." Rachel replied. She then started to unbutton her shirt just enough to show Santana the words carved in her chest.
"Whoa…what are you doing?" Santana asked, momentarily confused, and then she saw the burns on the diva'schest…"Rachel, we need to take you to the hospital."
"But you…you can't…" Rachel replied weakly.
"And why is that?" Santana asked.
"B-b-b-because he swore he'd kill me if I told anyone," Rachel said, tears freely streaming down her face. At this Santana wrapped the girls in her arms and let her cry in her arms. After about 30 more minutes, Quinn and Brittany arrived back at the Lopez house and immediately walked in.
Once they were in the house, Brittany sensed something was wrong, Brittany ran upstairs to Santana's room and mouthed, "What happened?"
At this, Rachel sobbed even harder into Santana's arms. "Just go downstairs and I'll explain everything in a few minutes," Santana told Brittany.
After several more minutes of crying, Rachel let go of Santana and grabbed her hand, saying, "We should go downstairs now."
When they arrived downstairs, Quinn and Brittany stared at Rachel in shock, noticing the huge burn marks on her chest. Rachel noticed this and quickly buttoned her shirt up. Right away, Brittany rushed to her side, comforting her.
"Quinn, come in the kitchen, I need to talk to you…" Santana said.
"What is it? What happened?" Quinn questioned, fearing the worst.
"I think she was raped. Somebody did that to her. Not just the bruise on her face but the burn on her breast. We have to take her to a hospital. Trouble is, she doesn't want to go."
"Obviously, she doesn't want to go. It feels like it's happening all over again when you go there." Quinn said, eyes averting Santana's.
"How would you know?" Santana asked, questioning her blonde friend.
"I was raped when I was nine years old by my seventeen year old cousin." Quinn said sadly.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Santana asked.
"Because…I don't' know…I just felt…and still do feel…really dirty about it. And gross. But that's not important right now. As much as it's going to hurt her, we have to get her to a hospital. Now."
At this, Santana sighed. How were they going to get her to a hospital? Well, that answer came quickly as soon as Rachel fell asleep inside Brittany's arms. Santana walked over to Brittany and whispered, "We need to get her to a hospital."
Brittany nodded, and held the tiny diva in her arms, the three of them walking to the car, and rushing to the hospital.
Rachel woke up with her mind in a blur, asking, "Where am I?"
"We're taking you to the hospital, sweetie," Brittany told her.
"Why? I don't want to go. I don't need to go," she stated in a stubborn Rachel Berry manner.
"Yes, you do," Santana replied. "That bruise on your eye is really bad. Plus those burns look awful. And we need to make sure everything's okay with you. You're going and that's final."
This caused Rachel to sigh. There was no arguing with Santana because no matter how stubborn she thought she was, Santana was ten times more stubborn. That was that. She was going to the hospital. Tears welled up in her eyes, causing Brittany to become really sad and hold her friend closer.
"I'm sorry we're taking you, but you know it's what best. It's only because we care, Rach," the tall girl told her.
"Yea," Quinn said, "You really do mean something to us. So please just go. We just want you to be okay.
"Alright," Rachel said, trying to fight the tears that continued to stream down her face.
After a few more minutes, they arrived at the hospital, and Brittany carried Rachel in, scared of what was going to happen to the tiny diva. Brittany sat, still holding Rachel, who was careful not to let go of the tall girl.
"Rachel Berry…" one of the nurses said, "Please follow me,"
Rachel got up slowly. However, she would not let go of Brittany. "Can they come with me? Please." Rachel asked.
"Of course, but when we perform the rape kit, we must ask them to step outside of the room.
Rachel nodded understandingly. However she was really scared. The three cheerleaders could tell so they whispered soothing words to her as they followed her to the hospital room.
After a few hours of relentless pain, with the rape kit, the morning after pill, the doctors mending her burns as best they could, a psychiatrist evaluation, the detectives asking her to tell her everything that happened, she was exhausted. At around 3 a.m., she was finally released from the hospital. However, she still would not let go of Brittany. She was scared and took comfort and solace in the tall, Dutch girl. Eventually, the four girls arrived at the Lopez household.
Santana had already told her parents what was going on and that Quinn, Rachel and Brittany would be spending the night. They understood and were more than willing to let Rachel stay as long as she needed to. That night, Rachel fell asleep on Santana's bed, with Santana and Quinn on one side and Brittany on the other. With them, she felt safe and she hoped that one day they could help her heal from all of this.