Hey guys!

First of all, a huge thank you for all the amazing reviews you guys left for chapter one! they all made me so happy and I'm so glad you all enjoyed the first chapter.

I also want to make it clear that this chapter is rated a very strong M. It contains crude language and mentions of rape and abuse, so if reading those kinds of things makes you feel uncomfortable I suggest you stop reading now.

Also, if you, or if you know of someone who is a victim of abuse, please seek help. No one should ever have to suffer alone and there are people out there who want to help you.

And also just warning you this chapter is A LOT shorter than the first one...I promise the next chapter will be longer, but I've had a pretty horrible week so this was all I could come up with...

okay I'll stop rambling now...hope this chapter is okay...it's pretty dark and depressing but it will be needed for the rest of the story.


Rachel felt as though her heart had been ripped out of her chest and then broken into a million pieces.

She watched as Mr. Schuester walked out of the choir room. Once he had left, her legs collapsed and she fell to her knees on the floor. She covered her face with both her hands and sobbed silently to herself.

Why had she been stupid enough to think that Mr. Schue would ever want to be with someone like her? He was right. He was much too good for her. He deserved someone better than she could ever be.

Rachel was just a silly, immature high school girl who was unpopular and not very pretty. Why would someone as handsome and smart as Will Schuester ever even look twice at a girl like her? Mr. Schue could have any woman he wanted. Rachel was stupid to think he would ever want to be with her.

She wasn't sure how long she remained on the floor of the empty choir room, but after what seemed like forever she finally found the strength to pick herself up. Rachel swallowed back another round of tears, pushed the painful thoughts to the back of her mind and slowly made her way out of the now deserted school. She needed to get home before her dad's began to worry.

Rachel walked out the main entrance and across the school grounds, towards her car. She dug her keys out of her bag and went to unlock the drivers side door. That was when she heard the sound of footsteps approaching her from behind. She didn't get a chance to see who it was before someone grabbed her roughly, pulling her body against theirs. Rachel was about to scream but a hand went around her mouth, making it impossible for her to make any kind of noise.

Her attacker had a cloth in his hand and was holding it firmly against her mouth and nose. The material smelled strongly of some kind of chemical. Rachel held her breath, trying her hardest not to breathe it in.

"Hello, Rachel." The sound of Jesse's voice was the last thing Rachel registered, before everything around her went black and she slipped into a deep, dark hole of unconsciousness.

When Rachel woke up, she was sitting in an uncomfortable chair. Her wrists were bound behind her back and her feet were tied firmly to the front legs of the chair. A blindfold covered her eyes and a piece of tape across her mouth prevented her from calling for help.

Part of her prayed this was some kind of horrible, frightening nightmare. She hoped soon she would wake up in her bed and everything would be okay.

Fear and anxiety ripped through her body in waves.

"Glad to see you're finally awake." Rachel stiffened at the sound of Jesse's voice. She heard his footsteps as he slowly made his way towards her. "You've been unconscious for quite some time."

Rachel couldn't control the tears that began to fall down her cheeks. She could taste the horrible flavour of bile in her mouth and could feel nothing but adrenalin and fear pumping through her veins.

Jesse came to stand behind her. She could feel his breath on the back of her neck. Then, just to make her feel even worse, he leaned down and placed a kiss on the skin below her ear. Rachel shuddered at his touch and tried her best to ignore the nausea that had settled in her stomach. He ran his hand lightly over her neck, before finally pulling the blindfold off of her eyes.

It took Rachel a few seconds to adjust to the lighting in the room, but after a moment she was finally able to see where he had taken her.

The room was dark. The only light came from a dim lamp that hung on the wall over on the left side of the room. She was sitting in the middle of some kind of warehouse. It was dusty and empty and looked like it hadn't been used in quite some time. There was a table beside the lamp with a seat pushed underneath it. On top of the table was her backpack and a black leather overnight bag. These were the only things that filled the dark, empty room.

"No one will be able to find us here," Jesse said, sounding pleased with himself. "This warehouse closed down three years ago, so nobody has a reason to come here any more." He smiled at her. "Which means we wont be interrupted."

Rachel's fear increased. She swallowed back more tears and pulled her eyes away from Jesse's face. What was she supposed to do now? How was she going to get out of here? Why was he doing this? What did he want from her?

Jesse kneeled down in front of Rachel's knees. He took hold of her chin in his hand and lifted her head, forcing her to look at him. "You made a big mistake, Rachel Berry. You should never have broken up with me."

She couldn't control the loud sob that escaped her throat. Rachel pulled her head away from his grip and closed her eyes tightly.

"You're scared," he stated. An evil smile crept across his face. "Good...you should be scared." Jesse took hold of the tape and ripped it off her mouth, causing Rachel to wince in pain. "You are going to pay for what you did to me."

"Please...let me go!" Rachel's throat was dry and she was in desperate need of a drink, but she ignored her thirst. That was the least of her worries right now.

Jesse smiled and reached out to run his fingers over her cheek. Rachel pulled her head away, not wanting him to touch her. "I'm sorry, but I can't let you go. You have to pay the price for what you put me through."

His words made her heart race and her eyes brim with more tears. "What are you going to do?" Rachel asked, voice broken.

Jesse sighed dramatically and stood up to his full height. "Don't worry. You'll find out soon enough."

"Why are you doing this?" Another loud sob escaped her throat.

"Because you need to learn a lesson," he replied, turning his back to her. Jesse folded his arms behind his back and began to pace the large, empty room. "You shouldn't have broken up with me. I loved you, Rachel! I loved you and you broke my heart!" He stopped his pacing and turned to look at her. "I didn't want to do this, but you gave me no other choice. You asked for this. This is all your fault."

Rachel looked up to meet his gaze. Her breath caught when she saw how much anger and hatred was behind his dark eyes. The look on his face sent ripples of anxiety straight through her body. The hairs on the back of her neck stood at attention and her whole body suddenly felt about ten degrees colder.

She shook her head and swallowed the large, dry lump in her throat. "You wont get away with this," she stated. "Mr. Schuester knows what you did to me and he'll tell the police and he'll find me!" Rachel wasn't even sure if she believed her words. She was pretty sure Mr. Schuester hated her now and he'd be more than happy if she disappeared forever. But she tried not to think about that too much.

Jesse chuckled and shook his head. He went over to the other side of the room, grabbed the spare chair and carried it over to where Rachel was sitting. After placing it down in front of her, he took a seat. "I don't think I need to worry about Mr. Schuester," he stated. "I highly doubt that teacher will be able to find you here."

Rachel had never felt more frightened in all her life.

Jesse leaned back in his seat and folded his arms across his chest. "I know you had sex with him, Rachel," he stated, bluntly.

Rachel's whole body stiffened as hot tears began to make their way down her cold cheeks. "You don't know what you're talking about!"

"I know exactly what I'm talking about," he replied."I saw Schuester take you back to your house after our little disagreement in the auditorium that day, and I know he spent the night with you." Jesse's eyes hardened. "You had sex with him, didn't you?"

Rachel shook her head. "No!"

Jesse got to his feet and before Rachel knew what was happening, he pulled his hand back and planted a hard slap across her cheek. Rachel's head flew back and a loud yelp escaped her lips.

"Don't lie to me!" he growled. "I saw him go to your house and I know he spent the night there!"

More tears fell down her cheeks in waves. Rachel closed her eyes and silently prayed for someone to come and save her.

"I bet you begged him for it," Jesse went on. "I bet you begged for him to fuck you! I bet you were all over him like a cat on heat." And then, to Rachel's disgust, Jesse ran his hand up her thigh, towards the hem of her skirt. "Did you enjoy it, Rachel?" he asked, running his fingers over her skin.

"Don't touch me!" she yelled.

Jesse's hand continued to make its way up the inside of her thigh. Rachel's body stiffened at his touch. She tried to pull herself away from him, but it was no use.

"You always refused to have sex with me," he stated, voice quiet and calm. "Whenever I wanted to do it, you'd always come up with an excuse and tell me you weren't ready." Jesse's hand came in contact with the fabric of Rachel's panties, causing her stomach to coil with hatred. "But the second you're alone with Schuester you are more than happy to let him screw you!"

"Get away from me!" she snapped, tears running down her cheeks. "Get your hand off me!"A small, deadly smile crept across his lips. Jesse made no effort to remove his hand. Rachel pulled at the ropes around her wrists, trying to free herself. "Leave me alone!"

Jesse moved even closer to her so his body was touching hers. "You can't refuse me any more, Rachel," he whispered into her ear. "And you can't run from me now."

Rachel's breathing hitched and a loud, frightened scream escaped her lips. She yelled out for help as she began to thrash around in the uncomfortable chair.

"Shhh," he murmured. Rachel's stomach tightened as he leaned closer to her and planted a kiss on the side of her cheek. "The less you struggle, the less this will hurt."

"GET AWAY FROM ME!" she screamed.

Jesse finally pulled his hand away from her and got to his feet. Rachel watched as he made his way over to the other side of the room, grabbed the leather bag off the top of the table and carried it back to where she was seated. He smiled at her, before placing the bag on the floor and kneeling down to open it.

Jesse searched through the bag for only a second before he found what he was looking for. He pulled a black handgun out and placed it down on the floor beside his knee. Rachel's heart all but stopped and her eyes widened in both shock and horror when she saw the weapon.

"What...what are you doing?" she asked, blinking back more tears.

Jesse grabbed some more tape out the bag, before closing it and pushing it out the way. He picked the handgun up off the floor and got to his feet. After making sure the gun was loaded, he turned his attention over to Rachel.

"I'll use this if I have to." He gestured to the gun in his hand. "Do you understand?" Rachel gulped and slowly nodded her head. Jesse smiled and kneeled down to undo the ropes from around her feet. Once her feet were free, he got up and went around to untie her hands.

"Stand up," he ordered, pressing the gun into her back.

Rachel didn't hesitate before quickly getting to her feet.

He pressed the gun harder against her spine. "You are going to enjoy this," he whispered in her ear. "I'm going to make you wish you never even thought to leave me."

Jesse ran his hand up Rachel's arm, making Rachel flinch with disgust.

"Please," she begged, voice filled with desperation. "Please, let me go!" Her body convulsed as she sobbed. "Leave me alone!"

Jesse shook his head and moved his hand up her arm and across the base of her neck. He lifted her hair out of the way and placed his lips against her skin. "Get down on your knees," he ordered, pushing the gun harder against her back.

Rachel fell onto the floor, her knees landing hard on the concrete. Jesse walked around to stand in front of her. He looked down at her like she was some kind of animal. His dark eyes filled with nothing but excitement.

"You are going to do everything I tell you to do. Is that clear?" He raised the gun and pointed it directly at her.

Rachel felt nothing but terror rush through her. She held back another sob and slowly nodded her head.

"Good girl." He looked pleased. To Rachel's horror Jesse slowly began to undo his belt. Rachel closed her eyes and tried to will herself to wake up from this horrible nightmare. "Remove your underwear," he instructed, while pulling off his belt and tossing it onto the floor.

Rachel shook her head and closed her eyes even tighter. She wouldn't do it. She wouldn't give in to him. She wouldn't give herself up so easily.

Rachel yelped in pain as Jesse pulled his arm back and hit her hard over the head with the gun. Her whole body fell backwards and she landed on her back on the cold, hard floor. She could feel warm fluid pooling on the top of her forehead where the gun had made contact with her skin. Blood slowly began to drip down the side of her face and onto the floor.

"Remove your underwear, Rachel," he repeated.

Rachel made no effort to move. She closed her eyes and tried her hardest to ignore him.

"You are only making this harder for yourself."

She didn't respond.

Jesse growled in frustration, before kneeling over her on the floor. Rachel stiffened as he grabbed her and pulled her body against his. She could feel the excitement in his jeans, which only added to her terror. Bile began to rise in her throat and it was everything she had in her power not to throw up.

Jesse grabbed her panties and began to pull them off her legs. "You deserve this," he told her, tossing her underwear onto the floor. Rachel held back another round of tears. Her eyes remained tightly closed as Jesse began to undo the buttons on her blouse. "Tell me you deserve this," Jesse ordered, pulling off her shirt. "Tell me you want me."

Rachel's lips remained closed. She wouldn't say it. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction he wanted.

Jesse growled in frustration. He held the gun against the side of her head. "Tell me you want this!" he commanded, voice filled with anger.

Rachel would rather he pulled the trigger than say those words.

Jesse planted a hard smack against Rachel's right cheek. She hissed in pain.

"Tell me you want this," he repeated, pressing the gun harder against her temple.

"No!" She shook her head.

He kneed her hard in the ribs. Rachel winced as a sharp stab of pain passed through her chest. She didn't need X-rays to know he had broken at least one of her ribs.

"Stop fighting, Rachel," he murmured. "You wont win."

She struggled to breathe. The pain in her chest made it almost impossible to make any kind of movement. "Please...don't do this!" She sobbed. "Let me go!"

He lifted the gun and aimed it directly at the spot between her eyes. "You want me, don't you Rachel?" he asked, a deadly smile playing along his lips. To her horror, Jesse began to undo the zip on his jeans. "Tell me you want me and I wont shoot you."

Rachel's sobs grew louder as Jesse's finger began to play with the trigger on the gun. Her breathing hitched and she knew Jesse wouldn't hesitate to kill her if she didn't do what he wanted.

She knew her only chance of surviving was to tell him what he wanted to hear.

If she wanted to survive, she would have to say the words.

"Yes...yes I want you." She forced the words out of her mouth as another round of tears fell down her cheeks.

A huge grin spread across his face, before he positioned himself between her legs. He held her arms above her head, while his body pinned her to the ground. Her loud, frightened sobs were silenced when his mouth landed forcefully on hers.

Rachel knew, without a doubt, that William Schuester wouldn't be coming to save her this time.

-x-x-x-

After Jesse had finished having his way with her, Rachel curled up on the cold, concrete floor, trying to remain concious and alert. She tried her hardest not to think about what had just happened to her and the fact that she had just been abused in the most horrible way possible.

Jesse got to his feet and began to pull his clothes on. "Rachel, I am sorry things had to be like this." He didn't sound very sorry. "But it was for the best. Now no one else will want you. That teacher of yours wont ever want to touch you again after this. You're damaged goods now."

Rachel blinked back more tears and closed her eyes. She struggled to breathe. The pain in her chest was beginning to get worse and her head ached from where Jesse had hit her with the gun earlier. Her body felt as though it was covered in bruises and she was finding it almost impossible to stay awake.

"How about I go find us something to eat?" Jesse knelt down next to Rachel. He smiled at her and brushed her hair away from her eyes. "There's a gas station down the road. I'll go get us some food and come back."

Rachel didn't respond.

Jesse stood up and went over to get the ropes off the floor next to the chair Rachel had occupied earlier. He grabbed the roll of tape and made his way back over to where Rachel was lying on the floor. Without saying a word he knelt down and started to tie her ankles together and her hands behind her back. He ripped some tape off and placed it over her mouth.

"You stay here and behave yourself. I'll be back soon." Jesse placed a kiss on the top of Rachel's head, before slipping the gun into the back of his jeans, grabbing his bag and making his way out of the warehouse. Rachel opened her eyes and watched as he walked out a door that was located on the left side of the room, locking it behind him as he went.

The second he was gone, Rachel tried to pull her hands free from their restraints. She pulled at the ropes and tried to undo the knot Jesse had tied around her wrists, but it was no use. They were much too tight. She tried moving her feet. The knot around her ankles wasn't as tight as the one around her wrists, but she couldn't pull the rope off without using her hands.

Tears of frustration began to fall down her cheeks. She knew this was going to be her only chance to get away from Jesse. She needed to think quickly and do something before he returned.

She looked around the room, hoping to find something to use to help undo her ropes. She was about to give up all hope, when she noticed a large piece of scrap metal lying on the floor about ten yards from where she was. Rachel didn't think before inhaling a deep breath and rolling onto her stomach. She winced in pain, but tried her best to ignore it. She closed her eyes and began to pull herself across the cold concrete.

Her chest ached with excruciating pain as she used all her willpower to slowly pull herself across the floor. It was everything she had in her power not to pass out from the pain. Her head throbbed and her whole body screamed for her to stop and rest. She didn't. She couldn't. If she wanted to get away from Jesse now was her only chance.

It took her almost ten minutes to crawl across the filthy, dust covered floor. The ground left deep cuts and grazes on her bare skin, but she couldn't think about that right now. She had more important things to worry about.

Finally, she made it to her destination and she didn't think twice before turning onto her side, placing her wrists against the side of the metal and rubbing the ropes against the sharp iron. Her gaze kept looking up towards the door, praying Jesse wouldn't come back and see what she was trying to do.

Every muscle in her body was throbbing in pain. Tears fell down her cheeks and she suppressed the urge to scream in both frustration and agony.

It felt like forever before the ropes finally severed. She sighed a sigh of relief and slowly sat herself up. She ripped the tape off of her mouth and leaned down to untie the ropes around her feet. When she was free from her restraints, she slowly pulled herself to her feet.

Rachel turned toward the door and limped over to it. She turned the handle and pushed as hard as she could against the door. It didn't move. Once again, she suppressed the urge to scream. Turning her back to the door, she staggered over to the table on the other side of the room and opened her school bag. She found her cell phone and tried to turn it on.

Flat battery.

It was at that moment when she heard the sound of Jesse's footsteps outside the building. Rachel's whole body stiffened. She swallowed the dry lump in her throat and quickly raced over to grab the chair she had been sitting in earlier. Rachel didn't think twice before she quickly stumbled across the room, back over to the door. She pressed her back against the wall and lifted the chair up against her chest.

The door opened as Jesse walked into the room. Rachel didn't have a chance to think before she lashed out and hit Jesse as hard as possible over the head with the chair. Jesse grunted and fell to his knees. He turned his head to look at Rachel in both anger and shock. Rachel inhaled a sharp breath, before hitting him again.

And then she made a run for it. She didn't stay long enough to see how much damage had been done to Jesse. Rachel stumbled out the opened door and tried her best to run as fast as she could.

It was pitch black outside and Rachel had no idea where she was. As she ran, her foot caught on something and she fell down onto her knees. She landed hard on a sharp rock, cutting her shin and grazing the palms of her hands. She winced in pain and quickly pulled herself to her feet. Warm blood began to trickle down her leg, but she couldn't stop to look at it. She needed to get away before Jesse came looking for her.

Rachel pushed herself to run faster, ignoring the pain that shot through her body. The cold night air only added to her discomfort and she found herself wishing she had had enough time to put her shirt back on before running outside.

"RACHEL!" Her body stiffened at the sound of Jesse's voice. She continued to run, not looking back. "GET BACK HERE!" he called, voice filled with annoyance. "YOU CAN'T GET AWAY FROM ME!"

Rachel sobbed silently to herself as she continued to race through the darkness.

After only a few minutes her tired body just couldn't keep going. She found a large tree and collapsed behind it, hoping the tree would keep her hidden from Jesse's eyes long enough to catch her breath. She sat with her back pressed against the trunk and her arms folded across her bare chest. Her skirt and bra were the only items of clothing Jesse had left on her, and they were doing nothing to keep the bitter cold away from her skin.

Warm tears fell down her flushed cheeks. She tried her hardest to breathe as quietly as possible, but the pain in her chest made it almost impossible to breathe at all.

She wished desperately that someone would come and find her. She wished Jesse would leave her alone and she wished she was back home, in her own bed, away from this horrible, terrifying nightmare.

"Where are you Rachel?" Jesse's voice pulled her from her thoughts. "I know you're here somewhere. You can't run from me!"

She heard the sound of a gun being loaded. Rachel stiffened in terror. She began to feel around her feet, looking for something she might be able to use as a weapon. Her hand came in contact with a rock. It wasn't much, but it would be better than nothing. Her fingers closed around the rock and she held it firmly in both her hands. She wasn't going to go down without a fight.

Jesse's footsteps grew closer and she knew it wouldn't be long until he found her. Now was her only chance to do something. She jumped to her feet, turned to face him and used every ounce of muscle power she had in her body to throw the rock at Jesse. It landed hard on his shoulder, causing him to drop the gun and stagger backwards in surprise.

"Stupid Bitch!" He yelled, before diving for the gun.

Rachel didn't think before dropping to her knees and reaching out for the gun. Jesse was quick, but thankfully Rachel managed to grasp it only a second before he did. She turned to aim the handgun at him and without thinking she placed her finger on the trigger and pulled.

Jesse fell backwards and landed with a loud thump on the grass. Rachel watched with wide eyes, waiting for him to get up and chase after her.

He didn't move.

She slowly walked over to where he was lying. She stood over his body, looking into his lifeless eyes. He wasn't breathing and a small trickle of blood was seeping out of the gunshot wound on his head.

A loud sob fell from her dry lips. She dropped the gun, took a few steps backwards, and then turned on her heel and ran in the opposite direction.

Her legs ached as she pushed her sore body to run as fast as what was physically possible.

Rachel was just about to stop and give up, when she saw a set of car headlights heading towards her. She sighed a sigh of relief and ran towards the headlights, praying whoever was driving the car would see her and stop.

Rachel waved her arms in the air, trying to get the drivers attention. Thankfully, the car slowed down and came to a stop only a few yards in front of Rachel. The driver opened his door and jumped out.

"Miss, are you okay? What happened?"

Rachel had no time to reply, before everything around her slowly turned black and she collapsed onto the ground.


Yeah, I know it was short but I just felt it needed to end here...I was going to add more, but it just didn't happen...

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I'm writing chapter three as we speak...are you guys keen to read more? Please send me some reviews to tell me what ya think...the more feedback I get the more motivation I'll have to write!