Hey everyone! I wrote this in Biology class. My teacher was going on and on about something or another, I don't know, but instead of taking notes, I wrote this on paper. I got to like 3 pages front and back before class was over. So now, about 2 weeks later, I decided to type this up and finish the first part of it. I'm thinking of it being a two-shot, since I can't seem to finish anything more than that since I tend to lose interest easily. Anyway, this is Un-beta so sorry for all grammar and spelling issue.

Disclaimer: I own nothing from glee, if I did, I would be writing the script instead of writing this. I also do not own the title, which belongs to Martina McBride from the song with the same title.

Warning: This story contains, what I view, as a somewhat graphic abuse scene. I am not and do not condone child abuse simply because I'm writing this. If this type of thing is note fore you, please do not read. I am aware the I might have exaggerate the scene a bit as I believe that no normal human being can survive what happens, but I do not know. I might have describe it and makes it worst than what I had in mind, but again I do not know. But if I did exaggerate, I apologize but this is fiction anyway so I guess it's passable. R&R

The deadly silence of the house fills her with dread. There's a party going on outside in full swing. People of all ages laughing, dancing, having fun.

A girl of about 7 year old was dress in a soft, smooth, light pink gown. The silk radiates brilliancy of the designer. A silver band travels around her waist ending as a water-smooth bow that drifted gently behind her. Her hair, like a pale yet bright sunflower, laid on top of her head in a gentle but sophisticated way. It rest on her back, in a dedicated curly mess. Her bangs swift to the side and held there by a flowery pink clip. Her lip a rosy red color as beautiful as a rose. Her eyes, when you stare in it, so deep. A hazel color that reflects the life around her. So deep with happiness and joy that can get anyone lost. Her laughter radiates the world with happiness. When she laugh, its like the voice of a choir of angles singing in harmony. She's laughing with her mother and father, a picture perfect family.

The party continues on with everyone talking with each other and laughing over a drink of punch. No one seems to notice the little girl watching them form her window. The house from the outside looks like it belongs to an extremely wealthy family. The bright green grass radiates with dew. The well kept little garden with all type of flowers in front of the house reinforces the idea of a well off family.

On the inside however, it tells a different story. The walls peel with paint. The atmosphere, gloomy, uncertain, dark, fills the air. There's nothing more than a small, old fashion TV and a clean, unused couch in the living room. The kitchen was clean, and like the living room, unused and unlived in. The stair screams in pain with each step.

Upstairs, the air shifted into something more sinister. The wall peel with paint and patches of dry blood scatter about. There were two rooms: one of them had about 5 locks on the outside, design to make the room escape proof.

The whole house is sound proof.

The little girl with dirty brunette hair and cloths toot tight on her stare out the window towards the festival that was going on. Her eyes filled with longing and hope. Suddenly, her window shook violently and shatters as the baseball flew towards her. The glass form the impact cuts her face enough to draw small amount of blood. Bending down, she took hold of the baseball before turning towards the window. Looking down, she notices the blond she was watching, waving at her, asking for the ball back. Luckily, she was not lock in today so she slowly walks down stair, passing the creaking stair and blood spatter walls. Gently opening the door, she step outside hesitantly and close the door behind her gently. With small steps, she slowly walks towards the blond who ran excitedly to her with a man, tall and handsome, trailing behind her.

"Hi! I'm so sorry about your window. It was my first time playing baseball." The blonde's cheek color turns slightly pink about of embarrassment.

"Its fine, here," the brunette quietly, head bow to the ground as she shakily handed them their ball back.

"I'm sorry about this. Don't worry, we'll pay for the window," the man said in a fatherly tone.

"It-it's fine, my-my dad wi-will pay for it sir" she mange to shutter out

"We broke your window, so it's only acceptable that we pay for it," he said in the same tone that makes the brunette yearn for it, "By the way, my name is Russell Fabray and this is my daughter, Quinn Fabray."

The little girl wave excitedly while saying "What's your name?"

"Rachel Berry" she answer in a timid voice with her head still bow to the ground.

Quinn, if possible, smile wider and it seems to light up the whole night, "Pleasure to meet you! Say, are you – Oh My God! Daddy! She's bleeding!" her tone shifted from happiness to shock and worry.

When Rachel heard that, her head snap up and look at them with wide eyes for a split second before she lower it and looks down at the ground once more. She wishes for the conversation to be over already. She wants to get out of there.

"Oh my! The window! It – here, lets get you clean up." Russell said in a genuinely worry tone that pulls at Rachel's heart; she wants him to help her but she knows she can't let him.

Rachel timidly reply, "I-I'll be fine, sir."

"Nonsense! We need to clean you – "

Quinn cuts in, "Yeah! Mommy said if you don't clean up the cuts it'll get…uh…get…in-infected! Did I say that right Daddy?" she looks at her dad with hopeful eyes and when he nod his head, he eyes light up with happiness. Just as Russell was about to open his mouth,

"Rachel!" a man in faded blue jean and an OSU sweatshirt yelled while heading towards her and the Fabrays.

Rachel head snap up so fast it's a surprise it's not broken, "Hi-hi daddy."

"Hello Mr. Berry. I'm Russell Fabray and this is my daughter Quinn. We were playing baseball and we accidently broke your window. Rachel was nice enough to return it to us, but some of the shards must have cut her face. We wanted to help her clean it up but she insist that she's fine. I must say, you have an extremely discipline kid here Mr. Berry." Russell said to the newly arrived man with a smile on his face as they shook hands.

"Thank you Mr. Fabray and if Rachel insist she's fine then she must be. I taught my daughter to never lie."

Russell laughs wholeheartedly and with a gentle smile reply, "that's a good quality to have. Are you free tomorrow Mr. Berry? I would like to pay for my damage as soon as possible so I won't forget."

"Oh! It's all fine and please calls me Hiram."

"In that case, then please call me Russell. Mr. Fabray makes me feel like I'm my father! But about the window, are you sure? I don't mind paying for what we did."

"It's fine, but if it does make you feel better, my friend owns a local window company so he'll fix it for free."

Russell frowns before uttering, "If you're so sure."

By this moment, Quinn made her voice and presence known. "Yeah! Daddy won't mind, beside it's my fault anyway."

"Oh honey! It's not your fault; it was your first time playing."

Just as Hiram was about to reply, a beep noise distracts them. Quinn's dad looks down at his phone before putting it away and turning back to Hiram.

"I'm sorry but I have to leave. Are you sure about the window?" he asks one last time.

"It's fine!"

"Well then, good night Hiram. Hopefully we can meet again and hopefully under circumstances where it doesn't involve a broke window." Russell bid a good bye to them by a simple nod.

"Hiram laugh at the formality and said, "I hope so too Russell."

"Lets go Quinn."

"Okay! Bye Rachel, bye Mr. Berry!" Quinn wave wildly at them and skip away with her pink gown flowing behind her.

Hiram, once making sure they left, turns to Rachel and in an emotionless voice said, "Upstairs. Now."

Without needing encouragement, she scramble out of there and ran up to her room. Halfway up the stair, she heard to front door slamming close and heavy footsteps coming up behind her.

Outside, the party continues on.

_TIME BREAK_

"Listen here Man-Hands, he's MINE! So back off because he's never going for someone like you!" Quinn screams into Rachel's face, her anger seen clearly in her eyes as it flames with hatred.

Rachel flinches away from Quinn as he eyes become fill with fear, like a prey knowing its predator is right in front of them. She quickly catches herself and mentally scowls herself for losing control like that.

Squaring her shoulder and her eyes returning back to normal, she answers to Quinn's challenge, "I'm sorry that you have no faith in your boyfriend Quinn. If you must know, he was the one that came to me, so if you'll excuse me, I will be leaving now." With that said, Rachel walks away from Quinn with her head held high.

Quinn stood there, shock, not so much by Rachel's comeback, but rather by the fear she saw in her eyes. Even if it was only there for a split second, it was there and it scares her. Rachel doesn't get scare, no matter what.

'What's going on,' Quinn thought, 'Stop it Quinn! You don't care about her!'

With that thought, she struts down the hallway and out of the school, owning it with every step she takes.

It's Friday and she needs to get home fast so she won't be late for the flight. Quinn and her mother are going to New York, NY, to buy some new dresses and wont be back until Saturday afternoon.

_RACHEL_

After leaving Quinn behind, Rachel speed walk towards her house as fast as she can without putting too much pressure on her foot. She knew that she was running late thanks to Quinn – normally she leaves campus at 5:15 and gets home at 5:55, 5 minutes before he expects her, but now it's already 5:30 - so she wanted to hurry home before getting into more trouble than she already is.

After about 30 minutes of walking, she finally arrives home. No, not home, she finally arrives at the house. She walks pass the front lawn, pass her father's car and towards her front door while gathering herself together for what she knew is going to be a long night. Once she stood at the front door, she took a deep breath and slowly turns the knob and opens the door. It creaks from the lack of oil.

She hesitantly steps into the house and close the door behind her with a small click. She smile softly at the bareness of the living room.

'How ironic,' she thought, 'bare and lonely, like me.'

Quietly, she puts her backpack down and head up the squeaking stair. Automatically, she moves to her room, her prison, and walks in. Inside, the dry blood stain on the walls mock her for her weakness. Her one and only window tinted black so no one could see in, unlike that day, but she can see out, see the world that she can't live in the moment she steps into this room.

On her bed sat her father with a wicked smile. Upon seeing her, he smile wider and even more malicious and coldly said, "You're late."

She knew, somehow, she just knew, from the pit of her stomach that today will be different, different from any other day.

Knowing that he's not expecting a reply, she simply bows her head as a show of respect and fear.

Pushing himself of the bed he slowly strides to Rachel. Stopping in front of her, she told her to look at him. Not wanting to but fearing what he would do, she slowly raises her head up and looks at him. Just as her eyes connect with his, he pull his right arms back and slam it into her stomach.

She gasps and stumbles back while holding her stomach before realizing her mistake.

Growling at her, he pulls her back by her hair and threw her to the desk. Her back made contact with the edge of the desk before she crumbles to the ground, still holding her stomach.

"How dare you pull away from me like that bitch?" He all but growl out and snarl at her as he stalk over.

She whimpers slightly and tries to curl deeper into herself.

He saw what she tried to do and that only serve to make him madder. Bending down he fist her hair and drag her up before slamming her into the nearby wall. Her face meets the hard, cold wood with a sickening creak.

Rachel screams out in pain. Normally, he never hurt her in such a way that makeup or cloths can't hide but today it's different.

Satisfy with her reaction, he drops her to the floor then proceed to kicking the living daylight out of her. Rachel tries not to move too much in fear that it angers him even more, so she lies there, holding her nose and accept her punishment. That went on for several minutes before he got tire of her lack of respond.

"Stand up and get naked," he barks out.

Despite the pain coursing through her body with every movement she made, Rachel stood up on her jelly-like legs and with shaking and bloody hand, pulls her shirt over her hand. Knowing what he's going to do without him having to say it, she got down on all fours and presented her back to him.

"I see I've train you well. Good girl." With that said Hiram stood over her and slowly, in a torturous pace, took of his pelt. "We'll try something a bit different today; keep your arms straight, at no time can it be bend, understand me girl?"

"Y-yes." Rachel answers even though she knows it's an impossible task.

"Good. Now let's test your comprehension skill."

Holding on to the buckle, he raises his arms before striking it down at her. Screaming out in pain, her arms gave out and she crashes down, although her legs still maintain its position.

Hiram lip turns into a nasty sneer, "What did I just tell you, you fucker? I specifically said to NOT bend your arms! Get UP!"

Shaking from the pain, she got back into her position and will herself to not break. Rachel kept her eyes on the floor so she didn't see him switching and reversing the belt. Now, he was holding onto the leather and the buckle stood at attention, ready to strike.

Like a master punishing his slave, Hiram snaps the buckle onto her back. The speed was so fast you can hear the wind, a warning sign to Rachel, but even then, it did nothing to prepare her for it. The belt crackles in the air and with all its metal strength, smash onto her back. The noise it made upon impact resembles that of thunder and lighting raging on the earth's surface.

Her sickening, blood howling scream fills the air. Her arms gave out. He's not mad anymore, he's livid and furious. His face getting redder and redder.

Like a wild storm pouring endless water pebbles onto the earth, Hiram continue with his assault, never once pausing. The buckle rain down on her little body, back, legs, shoulder, anywhere where he can reach and each time it hits her, she screams out in pain and terror.

After what seems like an eternity, he finally relents. His hand sweaty from the death grip as the belt slowly slid out of his hand and fell to the ground. The bloody buckle hits the floor and the noise echo throughout the room then it bounces back up before falling again, laying limb and dead on the ground.

Hiram muster up all his strength and kick his daughter in the ribs, sending her flying across the room, the promptly turns his heels and march out of the door, slamming it shut on his way out.

The scorching pain surge throughout her body with every breath she takes. She distantly hears the water running but she wasn't sure. Rachel laid there in a pool of her own blood, her body shaking from the pain. Never had she been hit this bad and she's pretty sure her nose is broken. Scratch that, she's pretty sure every bone in her body is damage in some way.

She wanted to cry but she's afraid that if he comes back, he'll see and she'll be in even more trouble, so she holds it in as she slowly drift away to unconsciousness. Just before she slips into a somewhat peaceful darkness, her dad kicks the door open and angrily move towards her. He grab her by her hand and pulls her up, the force so powerful it dislocated her shoulder, but she didn't scream out. Her body went numb and her voice hurts from screaming too much earlier.

He drags her naked body towards the bathroom. The bathtub was fill to the brim with ice and water. He smirk at her when he saw the absolute fear in her eyes then, without warning, pick her up bride style and threw her into the tub. Rachel's back made contact with the cold, unforgiving ice water. It was like having 1000 small needles stab inside you. She tries to get up, but he pushes her down, intending on drowning her if she doesn't stop moving. Knowing it'll only hurt more if she continue to struggle, she pose her body and forces it to stay still.

He then lets her go.

"Sit up and spread you legs!"

She complies without much of a choice. Suddenly, he slams two of his big, manly fingers into her bone dry part, pushing it all the way in to his knuckles. Rachel gasps and whimpers in pain while wiggling herself and trying to get into a less painful position. Hiram smirk got even bigger and wickeder when seeing what she's trying to do. He twists his fingers in a harsh and painful way while pressing his thumb down on her clit.

"You like this don't you slut? You like how I play with you? Say it! Tell me that you love it!" Hiram snarl out.

Rachel gather her breath and breath out, "I-I lov-love it."

Unsatisfied with her lack of enthusiasm, her took his left hand and twists her right nipple in a painful manner, unwilling to relent until she says it.

Rachel's back arch at the pain and she manages to scream out, "I LOVE IT!"

Now that he's satisfied, he lets it go but still had two of his fingers bury inside her.

The water around her turning redder and redder with each passing second. He pulls back his fingers only to slam them back into her. That went on for about 5 minutes with Rachel gasping in pain every time he slams in back in.

Hiram stood up, walks to her back and unzip his pants. His cock fell out and he took it in his hand and trusts it at her face, "Suck it bitch, I know you want it!"

Slowly she opens her mouth and he pushes it in her. She sat there in the bloody water giving her father a blow job, trying to get him hard so maybe then, he'll stop with his punishment.

He grabs her by the back of her head and pushes it all the way in. Rachel chock and gag but he never let go until her face turns a frightening purple. Only then did he push her head away. She sputters and gasps for breath once he releases her.

He grabs her by hair and pulls her out. The red water drips to the floor, painting it with memories. Hauling her back to her bedroom, he threw her on the bed.

"Lay on your back, spread eagle." He commands.

She obeys and he took out some ropes and ties her hands to the bed post and did the same with her legs. He then blindfolds her. By this point, she's opening crying and shaking in fear. Her back scratches with the hard and painful mattress that shows her no mercy.

She heard him leave the room and when he came back, he's carrying a bat, not that she can see it.

"When I'm done with you, you're going to wish you were never born bitch!" With that said, he plunge about two inches of the batting side into her already abuse pussy the pulls it out and with all his strength, slams it onto her stomach.

"AHHHH!"

"That's just the beginning bitch."

Rachel shakes her head from side to side, silently asking for mercy, "please, i-I'm sorry, please."

"You can beg all you want but it's not going to do much of a difference." With that said he plunge the bat back into her, adding about another inch, then pulls it out and slams it onto her stomach once again. He did this inch by inch until about 8 inches of the bat was buried inside her. Her stomach turning a dark purple form the abuse and her pussy a raw red. Her voice hoarse from yelling and begging for mercy.

He drops the bat and went down stair. The stair creaks and squeaks in pain. Outside, the rain started to pour down, pounding hard on the ground.

Hiram came back up, holding a knife and a bottle of sake in his hand.

"Ready baby?" He ask as he sat next to her unprotected body.

Taking the sharp knife in his hand, he gradually lower it onto her body and crave out a letter right above her stomach. Rachel screams out in pain and tries to move away but the ropes prove to be tied correctly. He continues to crave out about 3 more words then set the bloody knife next to him. He then picks up the bottle of sake, opens it, and pour it onto her new scars.

Her blood curling scream fills the air, drown out by the thunder outside. He continues pouring until all the sake is gone. Then he unties her, but still left her blindfolds on and told her to not move. Like she can.

He came back with his old t-shirt and a pair of pants. He puts the shirt over her and pull the pants up. She thought for a fleeting moment that maybe he realize what he did but that thought was push away when he roughly grab her and drag her down stair. Upon reaching the front door, he shove her out into the storm and scream, "Don't you fucking come back bitch! Stay out there where you belong!" With that said he slams the door close and lock it.

Rachel shakily got up, her vision blurry from the pain and blood loss. The rain hits her beat up body, haunting and mocking her with every drop. She didn't think she was going to live past tonight, but the least she can do was die somewhere where she had some good memory. Slowly, she made her way towards the nearby park, her step unsteady and her vision turning black. The rain continues to pour and she tries her best to keep warn until she reaches her destination.

After a torturous and painstaking walk that took her 25 minutes instead of its usual 5 minutes, she finally arrives at the park. Her breathing getting more ragged and her shaking increases as she sat down on the nearest bench, ready to let herself go. Just as she drifted off into darkness with the rain still pouring around her, she distantly became aware of someone calling her name.

Turning her head she saw Russell Fabray, the only person she trusts in this world, running towards her with an umbrella.

Rachel stood up but her legs just couldn't support her anymore so she collapse and Russell caught her just in time.

"Oh, God have mercy. I'm going to have take you to the hospital for this one okay Rachel?" Russell asks kindly while suppressing the urge to throw up from the blood that seeps through her too big for her clothing. Picking her up bridal style, he ran towards the car, umbrella long forgotten.

"N-no. No hospital" She utter in a completely exhausted tone.

Settling her in the passenger seat, he said, in the same kind, fatherly tone, "I might be a doctor Rachel, but this time, I'm not sure -"

"Please…no…hospital." Rachel reply, her eyes getting heavier and heavier, her body getting limb. She's ready to go and she resigns herself to that fact and she doesn't want to die in a hospital.

"**Sigh** You're lucky they finish construction my own, personal medical room." He told her while pressing on the gas pedal, driving way past the limit to get her to his place. He's afraid. Never had Hiram went this far.

"Rachel, you have to stay awake ok? We're almost home." He said in a frantic voice when he saw her head beginning to drop.

"Sorry…tire…"

"NO! Rachel! You have to stay awake!" He all but yell in a frantic voice.

"RACHEL!"

The moment he pulls into the driveway, he ran to her side and carry her to the newly finish medical room, not caring if he lock his car or front door.

Once inside the medical room, he hooks her up to the computer (A/N: I don't know a single thing about medical stuff) to get a reading. He then took off her wet, oversize t-shirt and gasp as he saw what Hiram did to her stomach and the letters he craved out. Russell slowly sat her up to look at her back. When he saw it, he couldn't hold it in anymore, the tears spill out like a waterfall. With shaking hands, he pulls down her pants and felt his food coming up his throat. He shallow it down and took a deep breath, "how did you survive this?" and work on saving her.

_TIME BREAK_SATURDAY AFTERNOON_QUINN & MOM IS HOME_

As Quinn and her mother, Judy Fabray, walks out of the airport, they expected to see Russell waiting for them right by the door with a limo or something of the same manner. What they didn't expect was to see a near empty parking lot save for a few people. It's Lima, no one would ever willing come here and most people in Lima don't have the money to fly away for the weekend and come back like the Fabray, so Lima airport is never crowed.

Frowning, Quinn turns to her mom with a questionable look in her eyes.

Seeing the look in her daughter eyes, she said, "I don't know Quinnie, I'll call your father to ask him."

She took out her phone only to realize it was turn off. Once she turns her phone on, she notice Russell left her a voicemail message. She turns on the speaker and plays the message for both of them to hear.

"Hey honey. I'm sorry, but I can't pick you two up. Something happens, I'll tell about it once you get home. It's not something to discuss over the phone. Just call the cab. I'm really sorry honey. See you later. I love you, and tell Quinn I love her too."

The two ladies stare at each other. What could have possibly happens to make a normally compose man like Russell sounds so distorted?

Judy sighs and dials for a cab. They waited for it to come in silence with their 2 suitcase next to them and when it came, they simply got into the cab and Judy gave it direction. No talking as each ladies were in their own thoughts.

Once they reach their house, they went for their bag separately and together, walk to the door. Just as Judy was about to take out her keys, the door swung open. Quinn gasps and took a step back while Judy eyes widen. Standing at the door is Russell; however, he doesn't look anything like they have ever seen.

His hair was mess up. His eyes red from crying and tiredness and he wore an old shirt with an equally old short.

"Welcome home. How was the trip?" He asks in a tire voice.

Quinn and Judy slowly steps into the room. Judy puts her suitcase down and took her husband's hand.

"What happen honey?" She asks softly.

"Why don't you two go change, unpack, and rest?" He replies, clearly not wanting to talk about it and tries to stall for some time.

"Daddy. What happen?" Quinn demands in a clear and authorities voice. It brought a small smile to his face knowing that Quinn will turns into a woman to watch out for.

"I think…I think I should show you her first then…I guess…tell about how it happen."

"Her?" Judy curiously voice out.

"Just follow me." With that said, he walk towards to medical room and his wife a daughter follow closely behind him.

When she notice where he was heading, she ask is a scare voice, "Honey?"

Taking a deep breath, he opens the door and walks in. When Judy saw all the wire sticking out of the unknown girl, she gasp and puts her hand over her mouth. Tears sprung to her eyes.

Quinn pushes back her mother and went in to see who the girl is. What she saw was Rachel Berry, the girl who she tormented, laying there with looking smaller and weaker than ever.

"Rachel." She breath out.

Tell me what you guys think! I'll try to get the second and possible the last part, up soon. I'll probably start to write it in biology and finish typing it up at home. Hopefully before next week is over. Thank you! BTW…comments and feedbacks are much desire.