Everyone stopped cold, staring in disbelief at Scott. They each could remember at least one time that they had wished that Rachel would disappear off the face of the Earth, and before Quinn had gotten pregnant she had prayed to God for it every night. She had remembered being glad that Shelby didn't want to stay in touch with Rachel, since she didn't want her daughter to have long term permanent damage.
Meanwhile, in some grand old house in Lima, Rachel Berry shivered in a dark basement. Rachel remembered… Remembered the horribleness of what had happened to her.
Mrs. Jones's had warmly said goodbye to Rachel, giving her a big hug, and offering one of Mercede's coats, since it was winter and all Rachel had on was a pink tank top and a plaid skirt, but Rachel had declined the offer, also declining the offer of taking home the remains of last night's chicken stir fry, telling Mrs. Jones that her and her dads were vegans.
She stepped outside into the frigid, cold night, looking up longingly at the lit bedroom, where she could see Quinn laughing and throwing her head back, her hair cascading. She wanted to go back inside with her friends, and she had been in love with the head cheerleader since they were in 7th grade, even when she was pregnant, but she reminded herself firmly that she had work to do, and, after all, she had always been proud of herself for being firm and disciplined. She would need those skills if she wanted to make it to Broadway.
She was frightened as she walked to her car, but she told herself there was really nothing to be afraid of, and this was a great opportunity to pretend she was in a horror movie and was about to get stabbed. She walked, some menacing horror movie music playing in her head, but, as she breathed in sharply, preparing to let out a long, bloodcurdling scream… In a low tone, of course, because she didn't want Mrs. Jones to hear and think something had actually happened to her… A dark hooded figure jumped in front of her, and she let out a scream. Except this time, it was real.
She caught a glimpse of the face, but it wasn't anyone she recognized. It was a man.
The diva turned around and began to run, but she was short and had short legs, and he quickly caught up to her.
He tied her arms behind her back, and put a bandanna around her mouth. He led the brunette to the curb and shoved her roughly into a car. Rachel struggled, but it was useless. Her hands were immobile.
She remembered pulling up to a big old airy house and the man forced her into it. If she wasn't so frightened to die (after all, she never would be able to be a big star on Broadway or get together with Quinn,) she might love to explore the house. But now was not the time, and would probably never be.
The house was filled with light and very airy, but Rachel felt a dark numbing cloud settling over her. A woman with light brown hair, who she didn't recognize either, smiled at the man. She had a large butcher knife in her hands, and she was cutting up carrots and potatoes for dinner.
The man opened the basement door, and he reached with one hand and shoved her down the steep stone stairs, yelling as she hit the bottom with a crunching thud. The man shut the door and she heard the tiny click as he locked it.
Rachel groaned. Her leg was twisted from her twisting it the wrong way as she flew down the stairs. She looked around. There was concrete everywhere. It was dark, and the floor was hard. She managed to slide over to a spot in the corner and she sat there, rocking back and forth. Two hours and she heard the door opening and the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs. She longed for it to all be a joke, an April Fools joke two months early. However, deep down in her heart she knew it wasn't.
The woman was coming down the stairs. She had a glass of dirty tap water, a piece of moldy, hard bread, and a piece of hard cheese. She set the food in front of Rachel and left without saying a word.
Rachel wrinkled her nose, but she figured it was better to eat moldy food and get sick than to eat nothing and starve to death, so she took the bread, nibbling on it. It was so hard she almost cracked her teeth. She didn't want this to be her new life!
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