Taking Chances
Chapter 1
Well since its my 30th birthday as a present I'm posting the sequel as a gift to my readers. It starts off with the flashback explaining why Santana and Brittany were guarding the secret for Rachel. It gets a bit graphic and deals with rape and violence this chapter isn't for the faint of heart please review
Rachel sat in her dressing room enjoying yet another amazing performance of Chicago. She was having the time of her life playing Velma Kelley and the critics and audience loved her
"Great job tonight" her co star who was playing Roxie Hart said as she passed her open dressing room door
"Thanks Jen, you going home?" Rachel asked spinning around in her chair to face her
"Nah some of us are heading to bar downtown, you coming with us?" she asked "I mean there could be a lot of cute girls there" Jennifer wiggled her eyebrows
"No I'm supposed to meet Santana and Brittany tomorrow for breakfast maybe tomorrow night" Rachel shrugged
"Alright, I'll see you tomorrow afternoon then" Jennifer smiled "Have a good night" she finished and Rachel smiled in response as she went back to taking off her make up. She slipped off her wig and went to take a shower. As she exited the shower she noticed it was eerily quiet in the big empty theatre. She just hoped she had stalled long enough to avoid the usual huge throng of fans that usually awaited her when she left the stage door. She loved her fans but sometimes they could be a little crazy. They would yell and scream her name, thrust things in her face to sign and call her mean things if she couldn't get to them. It was quite a change from her time in McKinley she still half expected to walk out the stage door to either being completely ignored or to be drenched in a sea of slushy facials. She put on a pair of jeans, a t-shirt, tied her long hair back, and walked across the room to put her coat on it was mid March but it was still really cold in New York. She placed a wool cap on her head and turned to walk out the door before she was met by a tall man with a blonde pony tail wearing a black shirt. Rachel jumped back no expecting to see him there
"Ms. Berry?" The man asked
"Yeah?" Rachel answered
"Sorry if I scared you" he smiled
"Where is Nate?" Rachel asked looking for her usual escort
"He's sick I'm filling in for him tonight" he answered "you ready to go?" he asked stepping aside
"Yeah" Rachel answered feeling her pocket for her sharpee and readied herself for the madness that awaited her
"After you" he said motioning for her to go ahead she he followed close behind. Rachel walked the long corridor backstage noting that it was pretty empty meaning everyone had either gone home or were having fun at the bar. As they made their way down the hall Rachel noticed that she had forgotten the keys to her apartment
"Shoot" Rachel cursed "I forgot my" Rachel said turning around to finish her sentence but was cut off by a sharp pain in her head. She slumped against the nearest wall and lifted her head to see that the man she was with had just struck her in the head "What the?" Rachel cried out stunned
"Bitch" he sneered as he reared back to deal another "Did you think I was joking the other night when I said you'd regret not giving me your autograph" Rachel braced herself as another blow connected with the other side of her head. She had tried to remember this man but the two blows to her head were making it harder and harder for her to stay conscious let alone remember a man she may or may not have blown off
"I'm sorry" she cried holding her hands up to cover her head
"Shut up!" he yelled striking her again this time in the stomach making Rachel double over in pain "Stand up" he yelled and Rachel wandered why nobody could hear what was going on, she was no more than two feet away from the stage door surely anyone waiting for her out there could hear her. Or if any of the stage hands could hear all the commotion, but her cries seemed to fall on deaf ears. She tried to push herself into a standing position but her head was spinning so badly that she felt as if a weight was holding her down "Damnit I said to stand the fuck up" he growled forcefully pulling her to her feet and hitting her in the nose tears and blood started to dot the floor and Rachel was certain she had a broken nose "You're just a typical diva aren't you?" he asked dragging her by her hair back in to the dressing room locking the door behind him "Only caring about yourself and not your fans or the people who really love you" He advanced on her as she tried to get away crawling towards the small bathroom in her dressing room her legs wanting to work "You cant run from me again slut I'm going to make you pay for all the agony that you've caused me and all the other men I'm sure you've teased in your life" He dragged her small body back towards him
"Please," Rachel cried "I'm sorry for what I've done" she hoped her pleas would save her from whatever the man had planned to do her "I swear I'll do anything just don't hurt me" Tears flowed and the man had a sick twisted smile on his face
"Right I know you'll do anything being the slut you are" he said in an almost sickingly sweet voice. He undid his belt and opened his pants up "But right now I'm going to make sure you do anything for me" he said pulling her pants down and off "I bet you're already ready for me aren't you?" he asked rubbing the inside of Rachel's thighs. Rachel winced hating her body for betraying her as she shuddered at the feeling of his hands on her "Slut" he laughed as he rubbed her clit and then ripped off her underwear. He pulled down his pants and shoved himself inside of Rachel.
"You fucking like this don't you?" He asked as he rocked in and out of her. Rachel closed her eyes and turned her head away from him hoping that if she didn't have to look at him that maybe it wasn't happening. He was having none of it and used his hand to wrap it around her throat and making her face him "Answer me when I ask you a question slut" he said taking his other hand and slapping her across the face
"Y…Yes" she stuttered through tears
"Yes what whore?" he asked moving his hips faster. Rachel closed her eyes and felt as if she was about to vomit but opened her eyes again knowing that if she didn't listen to him he'd hit her again or worse
"I..I like this" she cried
"I knew it, I'm going to come soon" he moaned speeding up "I bet you'd love it all over you wouldn't you?" He asked. Rachel's eyes bugged out and closed her eyes trying to form words "No don't answer that "he smiled as he pulled out and spilled himself all over Rachel's stomach. He stood up and stuffed himself back in his pants "You were a lousy lay anyway just like I thought you'd be" Rachel just laid there afraid to move afraid to breathe. He turned to walk out the door but stopped "Don't tell anyone, don't call anyone and I wont come back here and kill you" he said barely above a whisper as he walked out the door slamming it behind himself.
Rachel continued to lay there crying; she curled herself up into a ball and hoped someone would find her. Where was Nate? Where was the Janitor? Where were the stage hands? Where was anyone? She cried out in pain as she pulled herself up into a standing position. She stumbled to her mirror to look herself over. She was right her face was quickly starting to swell and her nose was broken, she may have a broken rib or two causes every time she took a breath her ribs felt as if they were crunching. She grabbed a tissue to try and stem the blood coming from her nose, she found her keys and phone sitting on the dresser as her hand hovered over the phone she felt an instant panic. What if she called for help and he heard her and came back and killed her. She went to the door and placed her ear against it. She didn't hear anything and locked the door, while propping herself against it sliding down onto the floor and dialing the first number she could think of. She waited for the ring eyes darting over her room scared that if he was to come back how she could defend herself
"Hello?" A tired voice answered
"Santana" Rachel sobbed
"Rachel?" The Latina said starting to wake up "What's going on? You're not drunk are you?"
Rachel would have laughed if it was any other situation but this
"Santana" she repeated in a low voice ripping its way through her voice "I need help" Santana sobered up worried for the diva
"Rachel what's wrong? What happened?" Santana was scared to death
"Please come down to the theatre and get me" Rachel cried
"I'm on my way right now" Santana said springing to her feet putting shoes on and searching for her keys "Here talk to Brittany wile I look for my keys" Santana said quickly handing the phone to her girlfriend
"Rachel what's wrong are you okay?" Brittany asked taking the phone from Santana
"I…I don't know there is so much blood and it hurts so much" Rachel cried grabbing another tissue after the one she was using became useless
"Its okay sweetie, Santana found her keys and we're leaving right now" Brittany soothed
"Please hurry" Rachel begged
"We will just hold tight" Brittany assured as she hung up the phone. Rachel took a deep breath that hurt all the way down to her toes, holding her ribs it all hurt so much and her ears wouldn't quit ringing due to the two blows to hr head. She pushed herself up against the door to stand herself up tossing another worthless tissue. Her nose continued to bleed so she moved into the tiny bathroom and grabbed a wash cloth getting it wet she wiped her face with the coolness and held it to her nose. She heard a knock at her door and went to answer it hoping it was either Santana and Brittany or maybe someone that worked there she breathed out a sigh of relief but it was quickly replaced with panic when she saw that the man had returned
"What did I tell you about calling for help?" he roared Rachel tried to slam the door in his face but he kicked it open knocking her backwards into the dressing room table making her hit her head on the mirror shattering it all over the floor. Rachel slumped forward fighting to keep upright and away from the man who was advancing on her again. It was no use the damage to her head was too much and she fell onto her knees and slumped to the ground face first. He laughed and kicked her again in the chest hard. Rachel felt it all over but was too weak to move
"Now if you had just listened to me you wouldn't be laying down there right now would you?" He was circling her Rachel could feel him close she guessed he was trying to figure out what more damage he could do. He stopped at her head and Rachel braced herself for another blow that didn't come "You calling the police on me?" He asked towering over her
"N…no" she stumbled out
"Don't lie to me!" he screamed bringing his boot down on to Rachel's hand and a sickening crunch filled the room. Rachel was sure he had just broken her hand. She pulled her hand into her holding it tight as she felt some of the bones give way as she held it to her chest "Since I'm sure the cops will be here any minute I'll have to make sure you cant tell them anything" The man said as he kneeled down next to her sobbing body. He looked around at the damage and saw a large piece of glass on the floor from the mirror. "Well Rachel Berry its too bad it had to be this way" he sneered inspecting the glass in his hand "I mean you could have just listened to me and you would have never had to be in this situation. He turned her over onto her back "I want to make sure you see me when I do this" he lifted up the glass and plunged it into Rachel's body. Rachel felt whatever air was left in her body leave her in an instant. She looked in his eyes and was shocked to see his face at peace as he smiled and stood up "I'll make sure I send flowers to your funeral" he finished spitting on her as he walked out the door.
Rachel laid there on the ground staring at the shard of glass in her stomach, and the blood that was starting to flow from the wound, she felt her eyes start to droop shut she couldn't fight it anymore. She could feel her weak body starting to give up to lose her battle with conscience. The more breaths she took the more it hurt she tried to hold on tried keep herself alive so she would be able to spend one more minute with Santana, one more night with Jessie, one more night on stage in front of the audience who loved her so much. It was starting to become a hopeless battle and she felt her breath starting to become slower and shallower, and she could no longer keep her eyes open. So she gave in and let it overtake her.