A/N: This one reaches Rachel's peak. You see a different side of Rachel in this. Something that I don't think I've ever seen. I do hope you enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or the show. Mistakes are all mine though.
Rachel hadn't told anyone about how her fathers had left her and it's been a good two months now. She's been holding everything deep inside, showing off a fake and making sure no one asked questions. She thought she was fooling everyone around her, but truth was only one person could see passed the facade and she was just about ready to confront the tiny girl.
It had been a very rough day for Rachel. She woke up late and found that she had a call from her fathers stating that they weren't calling her again after that last message. They wanted her to know that they weren't coming to her gradation so she didn't need to save any seats. Upon waking up late and hearing the message all in one go, Rachel was late getting to school from crying so hard and giving herself a headache. So she got dressed as fast as she could and popped two Advil's before leaving the house in a hurry.
When she got to the school she was greeted by two cheerio's throwing two big cups of red slush all over her clothing. She hated red, it stained her clothes worse then the blue did. She grabbed her emergency slushie kit and proceeded to the bathroom where Jock number one shoved her so hard into a locker, she began to see stars. Rachel sat on the ground and tried to let her vision resruface. She could hear the jock laugh and mutter something about her but it went in one ear and out the other.
Finally in the bathroom, Rachel slowly peeled off her soaked clothing and grumbled to see that her white laced bra was completely soaked and she really didn't think she had an extra one. She grabbed the kit and dug threw it only to toss it to the ground in frusteration. Hot tears began to fall down her cold cheeks and her hands began to tremble. Appearntly she didn't have any clean clothes in her kit, she had forgot to restock it so she was stuck wearing her soaked clothes. Rachel let out some sobs as she pulled her knees up to her chest and hugged them. She didn't know just how tired she was till she fell asleep in that position.
When Santana and Brittany walked into the restroom, they were werent expecting to see the diva there. Santana's boyd heated up quickly at the state of the girl and Brittany felt her cheeks redden from the lack of clothing.
"Who the fuck did this to her?"
Brittany was at Rachel's side, a warm hand touching her cold shoulder jolted her awake. The diva scrambled away from Brittnay the best she could without hitting her head on the sink. She got scared but when she saw that it was Brittany and no one else, she calmed down and threw herself in the awaiting arms Brittany had held out.
"Rachie, who did this to you?"
Rachel held onto Brittany as she stared ahead, eyes unfocused and not particulary looking at anything, "The slushie part or the lack of clothing part?" Brittnay looked up to Santana in confusion.
"She means who left you in here in the state that you're in Berry?" the latina explained for her best friend and the tiny girl. Hearing her voice, Rachel flinched. She didn't want Santana to see her like this, so open and revealing. She didn't want Santana to see her so weak.
"Two of your mini me's and a football player," she hissed. Santana was take aback from the sudden anger coming from the girl but she recovered quickly.
"If you think I'm the one who sent them to do this to you then you are sorely mistaken. I haven't sent anyone on you since freshmen year. I wasn't going to stoop to their level. It's worth it,"
Rachel turned her head to look at the latina girl, her eyes glazed over, "You mean I'm not worth it?"
"That didn't come out of my mouth, so don't you dare try and twist my words around. You are more important to me then some reputation in high school that won't follow me into the real world," Santana growled. Brittany smiled at the confession but Rachel let it go in one ear and out the other. She didn't register it so she just kept talking.
"I don't see why, I'm worthless trash. No one stays. I'm always left in the end so I'm worthless," she turned her head to bury it into Brittany's chest and cry. Santana felt her body begin to tremble from hearing those words and spun on her heel. She pushed open the bathroom door and set out on a mission to find the sorry-good-for-nothings who did this to Rachel.
"Will you take me home Brittany?"
"Of course,"
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Santana spent her entire school day looking for the cheerio's that had slushied Rachel. What she wasn't expecting was to find Quinn behind the attacks, well she did, she just didn't understand why. So stomping her way into the girls locker room, Santana cornered Quinn and stood there with her hands on her hips.
"Why do you feel the need to continue to torture Rachel? She hasn't even talked to Finn in years," Santana spoke with a booming voice. Quinn looked up from her cheerleading folder and gave her friend a smirk.
"She's still annoying and I just don't like her,"
"You need to leave her alone," demanded Santana. Quinn stood from where she sat and came toe to toe with the tanned girl.
"And what are you going to do about it if I don't?" she raised her eyebrow, the same one that melted hearts and put the fear into people. But all it did was piss Santana off.
"I'm going to shove that folder so far up your ass that you'll be tasting the words you've already wrote,"
Quinn glared at the latina, "You don't scare me Santana, you're all bark and no bite,"
Santana bit the inside of her cheek.
"You won't do anything because you know it'll cost you your spot on the cheerios and your popularity. So stop defending that worthless piece of trash and come back to-"
Santana's right hand wrapped tightly around Quinn's throat as she slammed the girl into the lockers behind her. Quinn's eyes widen in shock then fear as her ex friend's hand tightened around her neck.
She leaned forward and with pitch black crazed eyes, Santana said in a very eerily calm yet stirn voice, "If you ever think about insulting or touching Rachel I will hurt you Quinn. If you send anyone of your goons to slushie her, I will hurt you. And if I think any of those idiots out there are bullying Rachel because you told them to, I...will...hurt...you. Do you understand me?"
Quinn tried to swallow but couldn't so she just nodded, her body shaking with fear. Santana gave her throat one last squeeze before letting her go and walking away.
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After Brittany made sure that Rachel was in some warm clothes and resting in bed, she left to go back to school and meet up with Santana. Rachel waited till Brittany left before she got out of her bed and headed down stairs. On her way she spotted pictures of her and her fathers. They looked happy, she knew they were lies. She stopped and grabbed the last picture, where both of her fathers were kissing either side of her cheeks. She held it in her hands before gritting her teeth and throwing it against the front door. It shattered.
She felt some relief after doing it so she rushed out to the garage and grabbed her dad's sludge hammer. She let it drag on the floor while she walked back inside and decided to start with the kitchen. She picked the tool up, not even caring of how heavy it was, and slamming it down onto the island. The shattering of the marble templates was very satsifying but she wasn't done. Rachel finished smashing the island, her face contorted in hurt anger. She set the hammer down and turned to the table. Screaming, she flipped it over so hard it broke in half and shatter the window behind it.
Picking up the hammer again, she smashed the microwave, dented in the fridge and destroyed the sink. She then stomped her way into the living room and grabbed the baseball bat near the couch and swung it into the flat screen tv, smashing the screen into pieces. She swung it down onto the DVR and DVD player. She didn't stop there; turning around she swung the bat down onto the glass table and shattered every piece. Spinning around, Rachel knocked off every picture on the walls and fire place mantel. She made sure to make holes in the walls with her foot or fists.
Once she was satisfied with the living rooms wreckage, she decided to move up stairs. Her fathers rooom was first; something was really wrong with her if she felt like she was enjoying all of this a little too much. She hadn't stepped foot in their room since they left so she wasn't for sure what they left behind. When she entered her heart sank. Their bed was still there, their tv and dresser. Everything else was gone. She let out a loud holler and began to smash the tv and dresser with the metal bat she had. Creating holes in the walls and breaking down the door. She threw the bat on the floor and began to rip the covers and pillows to shreds with the strength she didn't even know she posessed. Feathers from the pillows flew all over the room and blanket pieces were tossed onto the floor. The room was a total mess.
She walked into her room, and after looking at everything, she lost it once more and began to wreck everything there. Taking her dresser and pushing it on to it's side so hard that you could hear the loud 'CRACK' sound. Everything on top of it was gone. She ripped off every poster and playbill, ripped them to pieces. She grabbed every picture, even the glee ones and threw them on the floor, making sure they shattered, stepping on them to smash them. She grabbed her tv and threw it on the floor, sparks flying and the screen shattering. When she turned she stopped dead in her tracks. Her full size mirror was still in one piece and showed her what she looked like.
Brown hair wild, face red, eyes black and angry. Her body trembled with pure white hatred and she was panting, tears streaking down her face. This wasn't Rachel, this wasn't the girl who grew up in a happy life. This was the girl who grew up in a disfunctional life with disappointing parents and evil kids who bullied her. This was the face of a fed up girl at her breaking point. She was sick at seeing herself so she took her fist and smashed it into the mirror, breaking it to shards. She grabbed the sides of the pink mirror and tossed it out of her room and into the hall where it broke in half.
Walking out of her room, she walked down the stairs and made sure to punch each picture lining the wall, causing holes to appear as well as destroying the lies captured forever. She grabbed the hallway table where the answering machine sat and a lamp stood only to grip it and toss it into the wall across from it. The wall now with a huge gaping hole from the table. Rachel walked into the dining room, the enterence was on the left side of the stair case where the living room was on the right side. She grabbed the heavy table but managed to tip it over as she sat in the corner, pulled her knees up to her chest and began to ball her eyes out.
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Santana had decided to stop by Rachel's and apologize for the things she had said, she also wanted to make sure the girl was okay. When she got out of her car she looked at the house like something about it was wrong. It was getting dark outside but it looked like there were no lights on inside. She walked up to the house and knocked on the door but there was no answer. She tried again but only got the same result. So she tried the knob, it was unlocked. She pushed open the door and looked inside.
"Hello?" she called out. She used the flashlight on her iPhone and when she saw the state the front hall way was in along with the staircase, she began to panic.
"Rachel?!" she yelled but got no answer. She rushed through the house, seeing that every little thing was destroyed. Her fear for the tiny girl began to rose when she walked up stairs and saw the mirror in the hallway. She peeked into Rachel's room and felt her heart drop.
"Rachel Berry!?" she yelled again. Still nothing, Running down stairs, she stopped when she heard a whimper from the left side of the stair case. Santana shined her light into the dining room and spotted the girl instantly. She reached over and switched on the dining room light.
"Oh my god, Rachel," placing a hand over her mouth, she got to her side and pulled the damaged girl against her. She looked all over the girls body to make sure she was okay then her eyes set on Rachel's brusied and bloodied hands. "Did you...did you do this?" she asked in disbellief.
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