A/N: i know i have two other faberry stories going on at the same time, thing is I have writer's block for both of them! so i just wrote this instead! don't worry there will be more! warning: contains abuse in all forms! Enjoy! Review!

The dark grey clouds reflected exactly on what she was feeling. She didn't know what she did to make everyone so mad at her that they would treat her this way. All she ever wanted was a friend. Someone who she could talk to, someone to rely on. But she knew she never would; she was the freak with an abusive dad, of course they didn't know about the second half; that was Rachel's dirty secret.

She would try to reach out, offer her friendship to those who were in need, but they never accepted it. They only shot her down and later humiliated her because of it. She didn't understand what it was about her. Sure she could be selfish when it came to singing and her future, but she always cheered her classmates on, even when they got it.

She just wished that one person would step up and save her. Become her friend, show her that life isn't so bad, and that she can get through anything. She is tired of telling herself that all the time. Tired of the abuse at both school and home. Tired of the humiliation that she goes through every day. She wanted to get away from it all. To fix the hurt and pained heart in her chest.

Sitting in the back of the library, her books scattered across the table, she could fell the hatred radiating from nearby football players. Biting her slightly bruised lip, she stared down at her notebook; unconsciously tracing a bruise on her left wrist.

She reached for her pen but was stopped when someone smacked it away, sending it flying across the room. Looking up, she saw Nicole and a couple of football players by her side. "How can I help you, Nicole?" She asked the girl quietly. Silently begging for her to just leave her alone.

Nicole Linden was the bane of her existence. Everyone thought that Quinn was the one who started picking on her, but it was Nicole way before Quinn arrived in town. Nicole was on the Cheerios and became head when Santana, Brittany and Quinn all left. The dark haired girl smirked and leaned dangerously across the table. "What you studying Stubbles?" Nicole asked before taking her notebook and looking through it.

Standing up, Rachel looked at Nicole pleadingly and asked, "Can I please have my notebook back?"

"I don't think so. Well, look at this," Nicole said as she looked at a page that happened to be one of the more private pages.

"Please give that back. It's none of your business." Rachel lunged forward but was held back by the two jocks.

"Don't interrupt RuPaul, I'm speaking. Now where was I? Oh yeah." Looking at the page, she began to read it out loud. "'To whom it may concern, I'm sorry that it ended like this, but I couldn't stand it anymore. The pain and hurt was all too much. This was the only way I could think of to make it stop. Please forgive me. Rachel.' Aw is somebody not happy?" Nicole mocked.

"Please just leave me alone. I didn't do anything to you." Rachel said, trying to break the arms that held her back.

Before she knew it, Nicole had the notebook between her hands and with all her strength ripped it in half. Tears pricked at her eyes as she watched helplessly as Nicole destroyed her notebook and other books. As soon as the last page was ripped into pieces, Nicole walked up closely and said, "Get one thing through your head, Treasure Trail. You are nothing and no one cares about you. So do us all a favor and go through with what you had planned when you wrote that letter."

Nicole's words felt like a twisted knife dug deep into her chest. Sure, she had always been a bitch and said hurtful things, but it was never like this. This time hurt more than all the other times before combined.

Suddenly, she was shoved to the ground and as soon as they left, Rachel began to collect her torn pages and she couldn't help the tears that leaked out of their home and cascaded down her cheeks.

Maybe I will, she thought. Nobody cares. Just as that thought crossed her mind, she stopped collecting her papers and just sat in the wreckage. Nicole was right, nobody cared. She was just a waste of space, taking up oxygen. She wasn't good at anything either. No one liked her singing, her teachers took off points when she would ramble in essays. She was despised by the entire student body. Who would miss her when she died?

Her father told her how useless and how fat she was everyday. His life would be easier without her too. Nobody would care if she would just take a handful of pills, hung herself, or bleed out of her wrists. They would probably just all take turns laughing and mocking her in the end.

Her thoughts were interrupted when she saw a pair of stunning legs kneel down and begin picking up the ripped papers. Glancing up, she saw blonde hair and the most gorgeous green eyes she has ever seen. "What are you doing?" Rachel asked, her voice a bit shaky.

She was surprised when she looked up and saw a small kind smile meant for her. "I'm helping you get your stuff together, what does it look like, Rach?"

She was taken aback by the sudden nickname. Usually it was Stubbles, RuPaul, Man hands, Treasure Trail, etc. She hasn't been called 'Rach' since her father died in a robbery a couple years ago. She was quick to decide that she liked being called that, by the girl in front of her.

After the last paper was picked up, a hand was offered to her. Slowly, she looked up at the now standing person and into those calming light green eyes. With much hesitance, she accepted the hand and pulled herself up. Taking the papers, she looked at her and said quietly, "Thank you, Quinn."

Shaking her head, she whispered, "No problem. Rachel." Rachel looked and meet her eyes fully and waited for her to continue. "Nicole was wrong. People do care about you."

Despite her wishes, tears welled up into her eyes as she looked at Quinn. How did she know what Nicole had said to her? She probably suggested it to her. Now she's just pretending to act nice to bring her down later. That is what Quinn Fabray was known for. "It's because I have so many friends right?" Rachel asked sarcastically.

"Rachel…"

"Forget it, Quinn. I don't expect anything to change. I'll see you later." Rachel shoved the papers in the trash and stormed out of the library not wanting to feel any more humiliated.

As fast as she could, Rachel ran all the way home but stopped when she saw her dad sitting in his chair apparently waiting for her to come home. Looking at her watch she saw that it was already five, school ended an hour and a half ago. Thanks to Nicole and Quinn, she had lost track of time and was positive that she was going to regret ever going to the library to get some more studying in. And now she stood before a furious man and she waited for him to say something.

The seconds that passed with them standing there looking at each other, seemed like and eternity for Rachel. She didn't dare say anything, she just stared at him completely terrified about what was going to happen her. "You're late, Rachel." He finally said breaking the ice.

"I-I…" She couldn't form any words, afraid that if she said something wrong, he'd be even more hard on her.

A loud smack echoed throughout the living room. Rachel stumbled backwards and fell against the wall. She cradled her reddening cheek and looked up at him through her long brown locks. Biting her lip, she was finally able to keep the tears from spilling out of her eyes. "Don't even think about coming up with a false excuse. Now strip." He ordered as he removed his shirt.

With her head bowed, she did what he told her to. She knew not to disobey him, the last time she did, she ended up with three cracked ribs, and couldn't walk straight for a month.

Removing her clothing, she felt every article of clothing was a slap in the face and a personal insult. Finally, she stood before him naked, awaiting for the next demand. Instead of saying anything, he kicked her knees and with a painful cry she fell to the ground. She knew that her right one was now shattered, and with as much strength she could muster up, she got unto her hands and knees.

Before she could get back up, she was kicked in the stomach and collapsed unto the carpet. Standing over her, he spat on her back as he began to remove his belt and undo his pants.

The next half hour, she couldn't feel anything but the pain caused from him. She had her eyes closed as he thrusted into her repeatedly, and although she wasn't allowed to cry out anymore, she was silently crying to herself.

Moving out of her, he stood up and grabbed the back of her head and forced her to look at his glowing member. "Clean it." He ordered. Not wanting to hurt anymore, she did as she was told.

He forced himself deep into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. Quickly, he came undone in her mouth before he pushed her away. As he walked away, Rachel took the chance to grab her clothes and throw them back on. Quickly, she grabbed her bag and painfully walked out of the door.

Rachel could only make it to the next block before she collapsed against the stop sign. Her knee was screaming in pain, and she couldn't do anything to help it. She was exhausted: physically and emotionally.

Slowly her eyes began to close, and her head fell back against the pole. Headlights roamed over her body and she stirred slightly, but didn't open her eyes. All she wanted was to die and to be out of this hurtful life.

Through the fogginess, she felt a soft gentle touch on her arm then a hand was cupping her cheek. A thumb running over the cut on her cheek. "Rachel?" The voice was sweet and caring. She then gave into the darkness threatening to consume her.

Opening her eyes, she looked around and saw that she was in a bed and the room was a baby blue color. She didn't know how she got from the corner of the block to the room, but she was grateful. Sitting up, her back killed from all the kicks and punches thrown her way, and her knee was restraining her from getting out of the bed.

She was curious as to whose room this would be, after all she had no friends and this looked like a teenager's bedroom. Looking around she spotted a picture on the nightstand, and took a closer look at it. It was a picture of Quinn, Santana and Brittany all laughing in their uniforms. Reaching she picked up the picture and stared at it.

She quickly noticed how happy they seemed. The happiness of having friends and hanging with them every day. She envied them. They had no idea the hell she was living. The heartbreak she feels every day. Sighing she put the frame back and check her surroundings again.

At the foot of the bed was a big cat sleeping soundlessly. Then on the other side of the bed was another picture, this time it was one of just Brittany and Santana. They looked at each other with so much love, she couldn't help but smile at the picture.

There was a quiet knock on the door and then it was opening slowly. A blonde poked her head in and looked over at the bed. A sad smile engraved upon their lips as they stepped inside the room. Relief washed over her as she saw Brittany. "Hi, Rachel." Brittany said as she slowly made her way over to the brunette.

"Hi, Britt." She responded. "Did you bring me here?"

Brittany nodded not ashamed of her actions at all. "I'm sorry I kidnapped you. You looked dead. And I didn't want my friend to die. You are my friend, right Rach?" The blonde seemed hopeful.

Rachel looked at the blonde. Truthfully, she didn't know she was a friend to Brittany, they never really talked. And now that Brittany had saved her life, she was glad to finally have somebody to call "friend". Smiling, Rachel said, "Yeah, Britt. We're friends."

The blonde beamed a bright smile and jumped on the small brunette. Her arms wrapped tightly around her shoulders. Rachel tried her hardest not to wince, but it didn't last. Upon her gasp, Brittany jumped off and apologized. "Sorry, Rach. I didn't mean to hurt you."

"It's fine, Brittany. Really."

Nodding, they sat in silence for a minute before Brittany asked, "What happened Rach?"

"I was jumped by a couple of guys in the park. Don't worry, I'm fine now." Rachel looked into the innocent blue eyes hoping that she believed her.

"I'm sorry." Brittany offered. "I was able to fix your knee. It was broken, but my daddy's a doctor, and he was able to mend it. I hope that was okay?"

"Yeah, thank you Brittany."

Brittany kissed her sweetly on the cheek and said, "Your welcome. And I convinced my Daddy to let you stay here as long as you want."

Rachel never felt much happiness in her life. She could be away from her dad and actually heal for once. Looking at the blonde she smiled, "thank you, Brittany. Really, this means a lot."

The next day, Rachel borrowed some clothes from Brittany that amazingly fit her. She entered the school with crutches and slowly made her way down the hall towards her locker. Standing at the locker, she retrieved her needed books and was in the process of putting them in her locker when Nicole approached her.

Nicole wasted no time and kicked the crutches out from under her, causing Rachel to fall against the lockers. As soon as her knee hit the ground she cried out in pain, and gripped her knee. "Aw did Rachel have a bad night?" She mocked.

Looking up, she just held her knee tighter. "What is wrong with you? I know you aren't like this all the time Nicole. You can't be." Rachel whispered only for Nicole to hear.

"You don't know shit. Which is probably why your hating life. Speaking of which, I thought you were going to take care of that last night. Your father is dead. Most likely causing your other father to become an alcoholic or something and he takes it out on you. Blaming you for the accident."

Tears threatened to fall at the mention of last night. "Please, stop."

"Hating you. Regretting that he even agreed to adopt you."

"Please."

"Hell, he probably eve-" Nicole was cut off by a slap.

Startled, Rachel looked and saw Quinn standing there. "She asked you nicely Linden. So I think it's time for you to leave her alone."

"Psh, whatever." Nicole glared at Quinn and walked away.

Sighing, and unclenching her fists, Quinn turned to Rachel. She was still surprised that someone had stood up for her. Got Nicole to leave her alone. Bending down, she picked up her crutches and gently took her hand. With Quinn's help, Rachel was able to get up.

"Thanks for the save Quinn," Rachel said as she began to zip up her bag.

"No problem, I've wanted to slap her ever since I first moved here."

"How was it?"

A smile appeared on Quinn's lips. "Felt pretty damn good. You should try it." Both girls giggled. Then Rachel was about to leave when Quinn decided now was probably the best time. "Rachel before you go, I have something for you."

Rachel furrowed her eye brows and looked at the blonde. Brown meeting green, Quinn took out a brand new notebook. It had gold star stickers all over the white cover and Rachel's name in a bright pink lettering. She handed it to Rachel, who slowly accepted the gift. A smile broke out on her face, the first one in a long time. "There's more. Open it." Quinn encouraged.

Flipping open the notebook Rachel's eyes began to sparkle with fresh unshed tears. There in Quinn's handwriting was all of her notes. Everything, she had ever written was there. Including the suicide note.

Rachel looked Quinn and smiled. "Thank you so much for this Quinn. This means a lot. Seriously, this is my whole life in here."

Quinn smiled. "See people care."

"You care." Rachel felt a tear slip out. "I'm sorry I doubted you."

"Don't be I would've too. How about, we skip the day and play hokey. I can tell you need it and I'm happy to spend the day with you. But only if you want to too." Rachel looked at her and nodded.

"I'd love to. I seriously need a break."

Smiling, Quinn took Rachel's bag and led her to her car.

A/N: i hope you liked it! don't fret more will be on the way, but only if you want it to! :) Review!