A/N: Hi everyone :) You all would not believe how happy you guys made me with you reviews and your alerts, it was just so amazing :') Thank you guys soo much. So since everyone wanted me to update soon, I wrote this chapter last night once again avoiding my home wrok and finishing it this morning before I go to school. So I hope you enjoy it :) Please leave a review feed back is appreciated :)

Guest: This is a new story, I have never posted it before this is only my second fanfiction.

Disclaimer- I do not own Glee.

Rachel entered the door and slowly closed it trying to be as quite as possible. Her dad was passed out on the couch- At least that's who she thought the man on the couch was, her father , but lately she was not sure who he was anymore. He wasn't the same father who loved her and was warm hearted; now, he was cold, empty and soulless. There was no more love just pure hatred - with a bottle of whisky next to him. Rachel turned around and dreaded what she saw. Her dad had gotten up and was standing less than an inch away from her. Towering over her, drunk with blood shoot eyes and a sinister facial expression. Rachel feared for what was about to take place in the next few seconds.

"Dad, I… I was just-"Rachel started but was soon cut off by her dad's hand connecting with her face.

Rachel fell to the ground and held her cheek which was now stinging. Tears formed in her eyes as she watched up to her father. The monster that now replaced the father she once knew.

Rachel's father took her by her T-shirt's neck and lifted her up from the ground. He brought her close to her face," Don't you dare start to cry you worthless filthy bitch! You understand me," Rachel's father Hiram said snarlingly. As he said that, Rachel could only smell the alcohol on his breath it inflicted her nostrils and made her feel nauseous. She squeezed her eyes shut trying to hold back her tears and furiously nodded her head. "Open you damn mouth and talk to me. Do you understand me!," Hiram shouted shaking Rachel violently, Causing her immense fright.

"Yes sir," Rachel said trying not to sound as if she was about to cry.

"Good," Hiram said in a low growl.

Hiram aggressively pushed her down to the ground. Rachel collided with the ground with great force causing her to groan in pain. She watched as her dad came closer to her. Hiram could see the fright in Rachel's eyes and he could care less, that's what he wanted, for her to fear him, she deserved everything that she got from him, every punch, every kick, every slap, and every bruise. Rachel tried to get up, but was immediately put back to the ground with a kick to her stomach.

"Where do you think you're going you little good for nothing brat!" Hiram shouted.

She clutched her stomach and groaned leaning forward on her knees.

Hiram pulled her up, and kneed her in her stomach. He then pushed her onto the stairs, "Get out! Get out from my sights I don't want to see you! You little unwanted bitch!" Hiram said as Rachel scrambled up the stairs causing her to trip in the process.

Rachel knew she was going to have bruises all over her stomach in the morning. Breathing was already painful. Never in her entire human life, Rachel thought she could experience such pain, she thought only boxers or wrestlers had to go through this kind of physical pain, not teenage girls whose pain was inflicted by their father, well a father that was now consumed by nothing but pure hatred towards his daughter.

Rachel finally reached her room. She quickly closed the door behind her and locked it. She collapsed on the floor and began crying. She didn't even have the strength to make it to her bed. Her stomach just hurt so much. Rachel practically cried herself to sleep.

Hiram just went back to sitting on the coach and drinking out the bottle of whisky while watching a picture of his dead husband.

Rachel got up the next morning sore, but mostly her stomach. Rachel felt a cold breeze when she got up; she turned her head to the window, and realized she slept with it open. Rachel got up off of the floor slowly and made her way to the window rubbing her eyes. She closed the window and sniffled a bit. She then looked at herself in the mirror. She lifted up her T-Shirt and saw some nasty looking bruises covering her stomach. She gently traced her fingers over them shedding a tear or two as she did. No Rachel, don't cry, Rachel said to herself wiping away her tears. She then made way to her bathroom that was joined to her bedroom.

When she was finished taking a shower, she stood in front of her bathroom mirror and wiped away the steam on her mirror. She looked at her reflection for about an entire minute contemplating the events of last night. She bent her head down and shook her head. She quickly got dressed into a loose fitting black jeans and as she was about to put on her T-shirt something caught her eye.

"Oh my God," Rachel said as she saw a long bruise on her hand. She mentally swore. Yes, that s right Rachel Berry swore. Keeping a clean language was really one of the least things Rachel cared about now. She never really knew when it began she just knew she swore now.

Rachel took out a long sleeve grey T-shirt from her draw and put it on to cover her bruise. She took up her bag and left. Just as she was about to unlock her bedroom door, she stopped. She thought. Her dad would be downstairs on the couch passed out drunk. She didn't want to take the chance of him waking up again and hitting her, so she decided to leave through the window.

She climbed out the window and jumped onto the garage's roof, then to the ground. Easy enough Rachel thought. This was not the first time Rachel left through the window, she had done it on numerous occasions and while doing it, she thought of herself as Spiderman.

Rachel slowly walked to school. Rachel groaned, she had Shelby this morning. Oh no she thought. She thought about ditching. Oh well, whatever happens, happens Rachel thought. After all it was just English and we speak English in our everyday life, so there was only so much one could learn.

Rachel entered the doors of McKinley and saw the football team slushying Artie, Tina and Mercedes. Rachel all ninja like dogged the football team so they would not see her. She was not in the mood to clean corn syrup off her face and change her clothes. Too much drama she thought. She wanted a drama free morning and a slushy facial was not on the list for a drama free morning.

The bell rang and everyone made their way to their classes. Rachel rolled her eyes and shut her locker and reluctantly made her way to class.

A/N: Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed it. There were probably some errors, but I will fix it later, I just finished writing it before I went to school. Please leave a review :)