Prologue
Disclaimer: Glee, Rachel, and Quinn don't belong to me. Any new characters I add are mine though. Enjoy.
Rachel's POV
As I stand in the doorway of the place I now call home, I feel a rush of satisfaction to be surrounded by family again. The walls are bare; white like an easel, just waiting to be covered by artwork. I can't help but feel as if the walls symbolize a clean slate, a new start.
Noah "Puck" Puckerman, my half brother, stands behind me and puts his hands on my shoulders. "You like it? Mom wanted to have it professionally painted, but I remembered you like to paint, and you'd want to do it yourself." I look up at him, because he's a freaking giant to my 5'2, and smile at him. "You know me so well Noah." He pouts at me, "It's Puck now Rach. Noah sounds like a 14 year old virgin and I'm far from that." He smirks as he says this.
"Aww, you'll always be little Noah to me." I coo as I ruffle his mohawk. "Not so little anymore, midget." He jokes.
"Hey! Fuck you Noah, I'm average size. And I could still take you." I say as I cross my arms.
"Yeah, okay pipsqueak." He smirks. I so plan on wiping that smirk off his face. While he's distracted, I send a quick elbow jab to his kidneys, knocking the wind out of him. "You're going to wish you hadn't done that." He says while holding his stomach.
My eyes widen, because that's exactly what He used to say. I could feel the blood drain from my face and I start to shake. Noah must have noticed, because he holds his hands up and slowly walks toward me. "Hey, Rae, it's alright. I was just kidding."
Once I hear the change in his tone, my breathing starts to calm down and I feel the color coming back to my face. I exhale slowly, and close my eyes. When I open them again, I see my new room, warm, happy, sunlight streaming through the window.
"Sorry, about that Noah. That hasn't happened in a while."
"Hey, it's ok. You've been through hell. You're bound to have flashbacks."
"When did you get so smart, Noah?" I say, laughing slightly.
"Hey, a lot has changed in a year."
"Oh really? Tell me about it." I say as I sit on my new bed.
"You sure you don't want to be alone?" He asks cautiously.
"Bro, I've been alone for a year, I definitely don't want to be alone." I laugh.
"Haha, yeah, ok. Well, I'll tell you some of the things that happened this year, if you tell me what happened while you were...when you were in..."
"Noah, you can say it. Juvie. It's okay to say it. I'll tell you what I can, but I'm not ready to tell you everything."
"Okay, that's cool. And are you seriously going to keep calling me Noah?" He says with slight disgust.
"Why not?"
"Because that name comes with bad feelings. It's the name of a no good, abusive bastard, who was never there for his children."
"Noa...Puck, You are nothing like him. Besides, he's gone now. You can try to make something good of the name now."
"I'll think about it Rae. Between us, I'm glad he's dead."
I look out the window at a tree that looks like it's seen better days, and I mutter, "Me too Puck. Me too."
My name is Rachel Berry, and I'm a murderer.