THIS IS A REUPLOAD OF CHAPTER 1! MY BEST FRIEND IS HELPING ME WRITE THIS NOW AND HAS PROOFREAD CH 1&2! SO HERE IS CHAPTER 1 AGAIN!

I know I havent updated Rachels Story in forever, but I lost my beta and then I had a lot of stuff personally happen to me. I had a dream like this last night and I was "I have to put this on paper!"

Im not an author who says "You must review or no chapter!" but reviews are nice and since this is really only my second story I would love any feedback you can give! Also if you would like to beta this sotry or my other one please let me know! Im looking for at least of for each but if you think you can handle doing both go for it!

I DO NOT own Greys Anatomy, its characters or otherwise. If I did Izzie and Lexie would still be on the show, Addison would never have left and Derek and Meredith would have had the baby she was pregnant with in the season 6 finale.

I hope you like this story!

This story will not start out happy and loving. This is a story about abuse and neglect, about heartbreak and letdowns. It gets better though. Two of the most amazing women save me from my horrible past and help me get better. My name is Jacque and this is my story.

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I'm Jacquelynn Kristine Salling, 14 years old and just passed my eight grade tests so now I'm officially a freshman in high school. My parents are William and Terri Salling. We live in the "lower income" part of Seattle, Washington. My dad works in the local brewery and my mom stays at home all day. She's a drug addict. In fact both of my parents are along with my older brother James. He left home two years ago when he turned 18 and we haven't heard from him since. That's when my parents started hitting me. They blame me for his leaving, saying that I didn't do enough for him or them and that he had enough of my insolence.

I still can't do enough for them, which is why I'm currently laying on a hospital bed at Seattle Grace Mercy West Hospital in the ER waiting for a Dr. Robbins and Dr. Torres. I dropped a plate and broke it while I was doing the dishes and my mom twisted my arm so much it broke, or at least that's what it looks like from the x-ray. I've seen enough of them in the last two years to know a little bit about them. My mom is outside, most likely smoking a cigarette and sexting her boyfriend. My dad has no idea she's cheating on him and I like my life enough not to tell him about it.

"Hi Jacquelynn," a nice Latino looking lady comes over to my bed, "my name is Dr. Torres, I'm going to take a look at that arm ok?"

I just nod, mom always said that a child is seen and not heard.

"You don't say much do you?" she asks giving me a sweet and gentle smile. I can't help but smile slightly as she looks over my arm. She looks back at my x-ray and then back at me. Her brows furrow and she goes to touch my left cheek. I flinch away and realize that my makeup must have rubbed off or faded revealing my healing bruise from a couple days ago when I didn't clean the couches right and my mom slapped my face.

"Hey its ok," she soothes, "What happened to your cheek here?"

Before I could answer a peppy blonde walks in and greets us. "Hi, I'm Dr. Robbins. I hear we had a little fall?" I almost laughed at that but then I remembered that falling was my "reason" for the broken arm.

I nodded at her sheepishly, and tried to hide my cheek so she wouldn't see what Dr. Torres had seen. Dr. Robbins was holding a not-so-thin file folder with my name on it. My eyes are stuck on it as she sets it down and goes to look at the x-ray just like the other doctor did. They both look back at me then at each other before excusing themselves from the room.

Dr. Torres has already seen my face and it's obvious my arm wasn't broken in a fall. I don't want to stay with them anymore. If I tell them then I could be put with someone I don't even know. Maybe I just shouldn't tell them, I mean if I don't tell then I can't be taken somewhere away from where I know right? I don't want to leave Seattle and if I tell what my mom and dad do to me I may have to leave. That it! I'm not telling them anything!

In the hall

"I don't think she fell," Callie says to her wife.

"Yea, I'm not sure of that either, have you seen her file?" Arizona starts, "She's been in here every three months for something or another for the last two years."

"She's so quiet though I'm not sure if we can get her to talk, she seems scared to." Callie states.

"When you're casting her arm try to get her to talk, see if she says anything about her home life." Arizona instructs Callie as they begin to walk back in to the room.

They both walk back in with smiles on their faces and Dr. Torres starts talking to me.

"So Jacquelynn-"

"Jacque" I cut her off.

Dr. Torres smiles, "Ah she talks," she giggles "Jacque, so how did you fall?"

"I uh, I was um," I stutter, no one has asked me details about my injuries before, "I was um climbing a tree?" It comes out more like a question than an answer and I hope she doesn't notice. She does.

"You sure? I mean it sounded more like you were trying to convince me than answering."

I just nod, I don't want to risk talking and saying something I'll regret later. We continue to talk the whole time she's casting my arm. Well, it's more of her asking questions and me giving short answers until my mom walked in and effectively ended the conversation between me and the doctor. Dr. Robbins came back in and went over the information my mom and I knew by heart already. Don't get the cast wet, don't stick anything in it blah, blah, blah.

My mom walks me out to the car. She used to ask if I had said anything to anyone, but now she knows I didn't. She suspected once and didn't even ask before she started hitting me. Since then I haven't wanted to give her a reason to speculate. We get home and I start dinner. My mom pockets my pain killers; I know I'll never see those again no matter how bad my arm hurts. Mom always tells me to suck it up if it hurts; there are kids who are soldiers in Africa that hurts! You haven't even felt pain! So I do and cook my mom her favorite meal, fettuccine alfredo with cheesy chicken meatballs.

My dad gets home right as dinner is done cooking and we sit down to eat. Dinner is uneventful as usual and I, also as usual, get stuck with the dishes. My parents go off to their bedroom to drink and for my mother to get high. It's the routine every night. Five o'clock: Dinner and then clean up, six to nine drink and get high, my mom usually passes out around 9:30 or ten and my dad stays up and watches tv. until he passes out around midnight.

Tonight was slightly different though. After dinner I head to my room like I do every night, but around 9:30 or so my dad stumbles out of his room and into mine. I pretend I don't notice and hope he goes into the living room. Only he doesn't, he heads straight for me.

"Hey sweetie," he calls to me overly sweet, I know something's wrong now.

"Y-yes daddy?"

"Your mom thinks she's too good to screw me tonight and I'm wound up, so you'll have to do for tonight." He says now sitting on the edge of my bed. I huddle on the corner of my bed, I've never heard him talk to me like that and it scares me more than any beating vie ever gotten before.

"What are you deaf now?" he smacks my face, "I know you're out there with all the boys from your school why don't you show your daddy some of the new tricks you guys have come up with huh?" I hadn't noticed before but he is slurring how words horribly.

"N-no daddy, I-I haven't done anything with boys daddy I swear!" I plead for him to believe me, but before I could say anything else he's on top of me. He holds my arms over my head with one hand and rips my pajama pants off with the other. He's only in his boxers when he drinks so he doesn't have to take off anything. Before I know it he's shoving himself inside me and the pain is mind numbing so I start to silently cry and pray that it's over soon.

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Back at the hospital

After Jacque had left the ER both Callie and Arizona had slow days. Callie had a few routine replacement surgeries and more consults from the pit and Arizona had a few consults in the pit as well but no scheduled surgeries that day so she got caught up on her charting. The women had lunch with their group of friends. At their table it was always Callie, Arizona, Teddy, Mark, Owen and Derek. That was unless Lexie, Meredith and Christina were in the cafeteria then it was just Callie, Arizona and Teddy.

It was times like that when Callie wished Addison was still there. She missed her best friend, but she was happy for her at the same time. Addison had finally moved on from Derek and was with Sam. She had even been trying to get pregnant! Callie has always wanted kids; Arizona was still hesitant on the idea but warming up a little every day.

Around 9:30 that night they had finally agreed to meet in an on-call room for the night seeing that both women were done with charts, surgeries and consults for the moment.

"I really feel bad for that girl 'Zona" Callie sighs while she lay tangled with her wife on an on-call room bed at the hospital. They were both on-call tonight and conveniently had some down time together.

"I know me too; she has probably been living this way for years before we finally caught on, I just wish that we could have gotten more information from her." Arizona replies sadly.

"You think we should have called CPS?" the Latina asks.

"I'm not sure, I hate calling them over nothing but I have a feeling that it wasn't anything with her, it's so hard to pin point those cases sometimes."

Before Callie has time to respond Arizona's pager goes off, "911, the pit." Arizona kisses Callie and gets up and heads down there for her consult. Twenty minutes later Callie gets a text from her saying that she has been pulled into a surgery and to not wait for her to get some sleep. It's already ten at night so she decides to try and catch some sleep before she gets a page and misses her chance.

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I just lay on my bed half naked and crying after my dad leaves my room and turns on the TV. I slowly get up and wince from the pain. I've had enough, I slowly and painfully start to get dressed to pack my backpack full of my favorite clothes and other things I cherish like my iPod and laptop that I had gotten for Christmas from my aunt in Portland. I've kept them hidden so that my parents wouldn't steal them to support her drug addiction or break them. It takes me over an hour to get everything I wanted packed and organized. I'm only taking one bag so that it's easier to get around. I'm not sure where I'm going to go but I have an idea and I pray it works.

I wait by my bedroom door for my dad to pass out before I leave. I leave a note on the end table saying that I have to leave and if they dont want to go to jail that they won't try to find me. I hope that they take my warning to heart and just let me go. I head out into the night and start walking; I don't even realize where I'm going until I get to the hospital.

I know I should get checked out after what my dad did to me but I wasn't really think about it when I left. If I'm getting that kind of exam done then I want someone there I halfway trust and not some stranger. I walk up to the nearest nurses' station.

"Um e-excuse me?" I hesitate. The nurse looks up from her book and eyes me up and down.

"Yes ma'am, what can I help you with?"

"Um c-can I speak to Dr. Torres?"

"And you are?"

"I'm, um, I'm Jacque, family friend" I lied.

"Ok hun just sit right over there and I'll have her paged for you." She smiled and I read her nametag.

"Thanks, Olivia." I try to smile and walk towards some chairs. I try to sit in a chair but it's still really painful so I just sit down in the faux leather chair tucked away in the corner with my knees to my chest and wait for the doctor. I see several people in different colored scrubs pass by, no one notices me of course. I'm not noticeable, but I'm not complaining I don't want the attention anymore. Attention to me means hits, slaps and kicks so I'm very content to just sit here and wait quietly and invisible. It feels like I've been waiting for hours for Dr. Torres to come find me but really it's only been a few minutes. I see her walking towards the nurses' station in front of me, she hasn't seen me yet.

"Hey Olivia, you paged me?" she asked the nurse I had talked to. Olivia pointed towards me, "She said she's a family friend of yours and asked to talk to you."

I put my head down and pretend not to notice that she had walked up suddenly questioning if I should really do this.

"Jacque?" Dr. Torres walks towards me and crouches down to my level. I had started crying as soon as she walked up and the tears wouldn't stop coming now. I try to force a voice out but nothing came, my mind still numbed from my experience. She looks at me with sad eyes, stands up and extends her hand to me. I hesitantly take it and she helps me stand. I wince slightly and she catches it.

"What hurts?"

I stand there with my mouth opening and closing like a fish trying to find the words to say what happened but none came out. I close my mouth and look down. I finally find some words and hope that she can understand what it is that I'm trying to say. "My dad h-he tore my pants." I can't look at her, I feel ashamed that I let it get this far, that I hadn't said something before now, hell before I had met her. It took her a minute but then I heard her gasp. She tugs lightly on my hand and I follow her to the ER we met in.

"Olivia page Dr. Robbins, Chief Webber, and Lexie Grey if she's here 911 to the pit." She calls as we pass the nurse.

"Right away Dr. Torres!" Olivia responds already picking up the phone to carry out the request.

"What's gonna happen to me? I don't know anyone else," I panic, "Please don't let them take me away! I'll be good I promise!" I suddenly stop in the hallway.

"Jacque, it's gonna be ok I promise you," she tries to reassure me. Suddenly I can't breathe and I try taking little bursts of air but nothing is helping. Little black spots start to invade my vision and I can faintly hear Dr. Torres telling me to take deep breaths. I try to but I can't seem to get enough air in and my lungs start to hurt. I feel her grab my right hand and place it on her chest over her lungs and her other hand holds my left hand to my chest.

"Match them Jacque, breathe in and out slowly," she commands and I slowly regain my breath.

"W-what just happened?" I ask finally able to breathe normally.

"It's ok you just had a panic attack," she informs me.

"A panic attack?"

"Yea its ok you'll be fine" she smiles and we walk into the trauma room.

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We talk aimlessly while we wait for her friends to get here. I was a bit unsure about having her friends here when I was going to tell her what was going on but she said that it would be ok and if I felt uncomfortable at any time that I could give her a sign and she would shove everyone out. I learned that her name was Callie and Dr. Robbins name was Arizona, she and Dr. Robbins were married and lived right across from the hospital. Her best friend is the head of Plastics (whatever that is) here at the hospital, and she was once married to another doctor who is now dead. I told her about my best friend Stephanie, how I had made honor role in school last year and that I passed all my eight grade tests. I told her of my brother James and how I missed him every day but it was the old him I miss. The brother who would walk me to and from school, the one who would help me cook and clean when it was my turn, the one who played dolls with me when I was younger and the one who would let me sleep with him when I had nightmares because my parents don't allow me in their room.

Finally her friend Dr. Webber walked in. He looked older than my dad but his features were soft and trusting. I thought I could like him if I got to know him. A few minutes later a small young girl walked in, I learned her name was Dr. Grey but to call her Lexie or Little Grey since her sister worked here too and it would get confusing if they both happen to be in the same room. I was pretty quiet after they got here; I didn't know them and certainly didn't trust them. Finally about an hour after I had first gotten to the hospital Dr. Robbins walked into the room we were all in. I looked up as she walked in and smiled slightly and looked over to Dr. Torres. She smiled back.

"Hey Jacque!" Arizona greeted me, and then she saw my face and how I refused to sit, "What's wrong hun?"

"I uh-" I looked over to Callie unsure if I should continue, she just nodded and I continue as best as I could, "I need help…"

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Will be working on chapter 2 later today when I wake up. Its 325am here in Texas so I should get some sleep. Hopefully more of this story will develop in my head? We'll see!

-Strawberry

IM UPLOADING THE PROOFREAD CH2 NOW AND WE ARE GOING OVER CH3 NOW SO IT SHOULD BE UP HERE IN THE NEXT FEW DAYS, CH4 IS WRITTEN JUST NEEDS TO BE TYPED AND IM STARTING TO WRITE CH5! HOPE YOU LIKE!