She didn't understand. She wasn't late, she did all of her chores and cooked dinner, but he kept on hitting her, and she could feel the contact on her other bruises and winced in pain as she felt a strong boot come crashing down on her chest.
"Please, stop!" She cried; her face wet from her tears and snot.
The only response she receives is cruel laughter followed by several slaps to her face, stinging her cheeks. She hears the nasty man speak. "You know the consequences of your actions and you deserve to be punished!" He yells, "You are worth nothing and don't deserve our love! We do so much for you and you are so ungrateful and never appreciate it! You're a selfish bitch!"
She receives one final hard blow to her face and like the previous incidents; she hears the front door slam and all she can hear is the dripping of the bathroom tap. In an attempt to get up, she pushes her hands down so she is in a sitting position, and stays like that for a long time.
This whole situation is escalating; it only used to be a few punches or slaps and a lot of yelling but every night it is getting worse, and she doesn't know whether her body can take any more. She reaches towards the draw to her right, and takes the sharp, nail scissors out of their little box and pushes the sharpest blade into the underside of her arm, sighing with relief as the pain is washed out of her by the blood.
Rachel gazed at some of the previous cuts that she applied from the previous incidents that had already started to heal. The blade is applied to each of those cuts and they open up, blood pooling down her arm. She feels a little light headed and falls asleep in that spot, dropping the scissors to the ground.
The usual knock on the door echoed through the silent house. The only sound that could be heard inside was the knocking of the door and the dripping of the bathroom tap.
Puck was worried. Rachel was always home in the morning and would answer the door nearly straight away. But today he couldn't hear a sign of life coming from inside and was about to leave when he heard a crash and a bang coming from inside.
Rachel woke up to the sound of knocking. The night before she would have usually gone up to her room but she was too weak to get up. She looked around and noticed that her arm was stained with dry blood and there were blood stains on the floor. She was in desperate need of a shower as her face had traces of tears and snot all over it and she was covered in dry blood and bruises.
She was still in her sitting position from the night before and she made an attempt at getting up, but felt light headed and had to sit back down again. As the knocking had passed, and she thought that Noah had left, she successfully stood up but suddenly felt her sore legs give way and fell, stomach first, using her arms as a brace, and brought the shower curtain and rod down with her, causing a loud crashing and banging noise that shocked her ears.
She felt pain rush up her leg; it felt as if something was stabbing into it. The pain returned to her bruises, the cuts to her arm and her stomach felt heavy. She didn't move, just laid there basked in the pain the previous nights and the fall had caused her.
Suddenly she heard the front door burst open, and she felt fear run through her as she thought that her dads had returned, and she felt more tears pouring out of her eyes, and she braced herself for the beating that she was about to recieve.
Rachel shut her eyes as tightly as possible as she heard the bathroom door open, but was surprised to hear a short gasp.
After hearing the loud noise, Puck had no choice but to break in. He kicked the door until it gave way, and blew off its hinges. Feeling proud that he kicked open a door, he proceeded to look around the house.
All was silent now, and he had no idea what to look for and/or what to expect. The kitchen looked normal as did the living room, so he walked towards the bathroom. The door was slightly ajar and he mentally braced himself for what he might see.
He opened the door all the way and let out a short gasp as a broken Rachel Berry lay there. She was stained with bruises; some looking fresh and others looking older. His gaze wandered down her broken body and he noticed cuts reaching all the way up her arm and the dry blood that surrounded it.
Rachel shut her eyes as tightly as possible as she heard the bathroom door open, but was surprised to hear a short gasp.
There was a short silence until she heard a familiar voice. "Rachel! Rachel, can you hear me?" She heard panic laced in his voice and realised who this person was.
She tried to move but he stopped her. "Puck?"
He was relieved to hear her voice, but he knew he had to move her and get her to a hospital. "Shh, Rachel, don't move okay."
She relaxed a great deal knowing that her father's weren't home, but she felt a little panicky when she was faced with the possibility that they could walk in the door at any moment.
"Rachel," she heard his voice, "I'm going to try and move you, okay? It will probably be painful." When she didn't give a reply he decided to try because he knew that he had to do it anyway.
She felt strong arms wrap around her fragile body, and felt a burst of pain throughout her figure as she was lifted into the air, and opened her eyes and saw that she was being taken out of the bathroom and into the living room. As she took a last look at the bathroom, she was horrified at the sight.
There was blood everywhere, her blood, and the place was trashed as the shower curtain and rod were lying on the floor. As she was moving through the room, she studied herself and was saddened to see herself covered in bruises and cuts.
Rachel was brought down on the hard floor. Puck thought the floor would be better as he had heard that when someone isn't breathing (which even though she was, he wasn't sure what else to do), they should be put on a flat surface.
Puck stared at Rachel and realised that his phone had been in his pocket the whole time he had been here. "Rachel, I'm going to call an ambulance. Just stay strong okay?"
Rachel was scared. If she goes to the hospital they would ask about the bruises and she would have to explain everything; or lie. But how could she make up a story about all of the bruises. Her thoughts were interrupted as she heard Puck's voice.
Puck had already dialled the number and was talking to the kind woman on the other end. "Yes, I've found my friend in her bathroom. She is bleeding and is covered in bruises."
"Okay, we'll send someone over right away."
Puck put his phone back into his pocket and stared at Rachel, who had her eyes open now. "I've called 911; the ambulance is on its way."
Even though she was scared about the reactions she would get and the questions she would receive, she was also relieved that Puck had found her and was flattered that he cared so much.