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He would never tell anyone this but he was so happy to see his phone light up and Rachel's name appear on the front of it and when she said she needed a ride he had no doubt in his mind that he would leave his friends that very minute and drive out to find her. He'd known Rachel for a few years now and they had really become best friends. He'd always loved her but never admitted it. He couldn't. Their friendship meant too much to him and he just couldn't bare losing it if she didn't feel the same. Really though, why would she feel the same? She was smart and elegant and oh so talented and he was just a dumb jock who would have never gotten into college if he hadn't been able to play football. He knew that Rachel would be going off to New York at the end of the summer to chase her dreams and he dreaded having to say goodbye. He hated the idea of her meeting other guys, other talented guys that she probably would have way more in common with. He sighed while he drove toward where she said she would be waiting for him. Maybe he should tell her how he feels. He swallowed hard. Yeah, maybe he would.

He slowed as he approached the bench at the bus stop illuminated by the street light above. He squinted when he didn't see her. Maybe she had started walking? He was about to drive off when he noticed something on the bench. He parked his car and got out, walking toward the bench. His stomach dropped and a lump in his throat formed when he recognized Rachel's bag sitting open on the bench and an open book along with her cell phone on the gound a few feet away. He picked up her phone in shock and immediately knew something had happened. He tossed the phone onto her bag and began screaming her name.

"Rachel! Rachel where are you! Rachel answer me!" He ran off into the night to find the girl he loved.

Rachel's eyes widened as she tried to scream. He had gagged her and tide her hands behind her back. She lay there on the wet ground unable to move.

"Well, well, well, aren't you a pretty little thing?" The man who had come up behind her asking for the time was now standing over her. She trembled in fear, praying that what she thought was about to happen wouldn't. "I'm going to ungag you alright? But if you scream..." He held up a knife blade and her eyes began to tear up. "You will regret it." She nodded slowly and he removed the gag from her mouth.

"What do you want from me?"

"Oh, I think you know what I want." He knelt down beside her and moved the hair from her face. He lowered his face to hers and sniffed her hair. "My god you smell good."

"Please..." she was begging now. "You don't have to do this."

"Oh but I do sweety, I do." He placed a kiss on her lips and she had to hold back a gag. "Don't worry, you'll like it. You know you will. You dirty girl. Standing there at that bus stop with that short skirt. Those fleshy legs begging me to touch them." He drew a single finger up her left thigh and the tears started pouring from her eyes. "Ssh, don't cry. After all, you were asking for it." His voice became harsh with the last statement and she felt herself becoming sick.

Her tears turned into sobs and she begged again. "Please, please don't do this."

"Don't tell me what to do!" He was gritting his teeth when he spoke to her now. Her eyes watered more as she felt the sharp sting of his hand hit the side of her face. "Now, let me give you what you want." He began to undo the button on his pants and moved his hand over her panties. Before she could scream, he covered her mouth with his large hand and covered her body with his.

Finn began to feel sick as he made his way through the woods behind the bus stop. He knew something was wrong and all he could think about was getting to Rachel. Was she ok? Was she hurt? Was she...no he wouldn't think about that now. He just had to find her. He kicked himself for not getting to her earlier and he prayed that he could find her in the dark woods if she was even there. He had been searching for nearly half an hour. Calling her name. Screaming for her to answer him with no luck. He was just about to go back to his car and call the police when he spun around to the sound of russtling leaves and a barely audible wimper.

"Rachel?" He whispered this time as he slowly made his way to the spot that the sounds were coming from. "Rachel, are you there?" As he approached the source of the sounds he began to feel his knees getting weak, nervous about what he was about to find. As he stepped through a clearing in the trees, he stopped. His head instantly becoming light, he had to fight to remain standing. Rachel Berry was curled in the fetal position, facing away from him. Her shirt was flung next to a tree and her bra lay broken next to her shaking body. Her skirt was bunched up around her waist and his teeth clenched together as he saw her panties down around her ankles. He felt tears welling in his eyes and slowly walked around her so that he could see her face. His heart broke at what he saw. He could tell she was barely conscious, she was trembling uncontrollably and every now and then a little sob would escape her lips. Her face and body was bloody and already bruising.

"Rachel..." he whispered as he slowly knelt down beside her as to not scare her. "Rachel...it's me. It's Finn." She began to shake more now and curl tighter into her body. "Rachel, it's ok. I'm here now. I'm here." She didn't say a word but she tried to turn away from him, he assumed in order to hide her naked body from his view. He took off his jacket and covered her with it which calmed her a little for a few brief moments before she lost consiousness all together.

"Rachel...Rachel?" He dug in his pocket for his cell phone and dialed for an ambulance.