Monday morning rolled around quite quickly. Rachel groans when the alarm clock goes off. She wonders how she can continue to hide all the secrets that haunt her every day. She just gets changed and goes to put on her makeup. She's not sure how she can keep up the lies she tells every single day. It's almost like they're eating her alive.
She makes her way to the mirror and contemplates about how painful dancing will be today, considering all the bruises. She pokes one of them and winces. 'Well, at least they aren't on my face,' she thinks. They've always been careful not to bruise her face. It's too open and people might suspect something. 'Doubtful,' she bitterly thinks. She tries to convince herself that they hit her because she's the problem. By now, after years of the abuse, she's fully absorbed that it's her fault. If anyone ever saw the purple and yellow bruises covering her tiny body, she doubts they'd give a shit. It's not like anyone likes her at school and in Glee Club. She doesn't know why she deserves to be treated this way but she stays silent and doesn't bring it up; it'd just cause more trouble.
Her one safe haven is no longer safe, but her own personal hell. She rarely sings anymore and she takes all that crap the Glee Club sends her way. She doesn't even understand what she ever did to make them hate her. She gives away all her solos because she is honestly tired of trying to defend herself when Mercedes complains that she gets all the solos. But that's a lie. She hasn't had one in months, but it's not like Mr. Schue has noticed. All he does is drone on and on about her not a team player, while no one defends her. She expects that, though. In all honestly, there's no way in hell they're a "family" as Mr. Schue likes to put it. They make her feel like the outsider whenever they plan parties and to go shopping right in front of her. And does anyone invite her? Nope. The jocks still slushy her in the morning and now, they change it up so they can get her before lunch too. They only slushy her, not one other person in Glee Club. Whenever a Cheerio passes by her, they "accidently" shove her so she slams into the locker. It's a bitch on her bruises and she has to keep the screams in. But, she still holds her head up high and pretends that they don't get to her. But, with all the abuse at school, she feels like she's slipping off the edge.
After she gets ready, she checks to see if her dads are awake downstairs. Of course they aren't, they're probably trying to sleep off the alcohol they had the night before. Every night her dads go out to a bar and get drunk. Then they come home and take their anger out on her for the smallest of things. For example, they blame her for the stress they have at work and because she costs them so much for just being alive. In the mornings, she puts concealer and foundation on any visible bruises. It's her routine.
She leaves for school and once she steps through the doors, she's met with the whole hockey team with various members of the football team (including Finn) and all of the Cheerios holding slushies. She freezes and braces herself. All at once, they throw the slush inside their cups at her and she's met with icy cold slush dripping down her shirt and stinging her eyes. She's grateful she packs two sets of clothes every day. She runs to the bathroom so they can't see the tears in her eyes. She locks the door and starts to sob as she falls to the floor. She really thought Finn was different. 'Everyone will hurt you in the end,' she reminds herself.
Once she's done getting changed and has reapplied her makeup, first period is already over. The day moves by extremely slowly and she starts to heads to lunch, but not before Karofsky throws a slushie right in her face. She doesn't feel that hungry anymore and goes back to the bathroom. She doesn't understand it, whenever Kurt or any of the girls in the Glee Club got slushied, they rushed to help them clean up. But, when it comes to her, they wouldn't even waste their time asking if she's okay.
It's time for Glee Club, the period she always dreads. She walks in and ignores the glares and insults from her "family" and takes a seat in the back.
Then Kurt speaks up, "God Rachel, don't you think you could ever stop being such an attention whore." And here's the start of the insults yet to come before Mr. Schuester comes in.
"Manhands! Did you enjoy that slushie attack? I had someone record it so now it's on Jewfro's blog for everyone to see what a fucking loser you are," Santana says smirking, while whipping out her phone to show everyone. Everyone continues to laugh. She doesn't even know what she did to make them hate her so much; she was there for all of them when they were slushied and when they needed someone to listen to them. They act like she's diseased.
Thank God Mr. Schue came in at the moment.
"Alright guys, I was thinking that Quinn could take on the next solo. You will perform "Defying Gravity" for Sectionals and then you and Sam will perform "Lucky" and Santana will sing "Back to Black." Okay, are we good?" Mr. Schue asked. Rachel's shocked. She couldn't believe he gave her solo to Quinn. He knows she'd be better for it, but she guesses there isn't much worth fighting for. He'll always take Quinn's side and ignore and break her down bit by bit.
So Rachel heads back to the hellhole she's forced to call her home. When she gets there, she's grateful her dads aren't home. But her happiness doesn't last long once she hears the front door open and in comes her highly drunk dads. Rachel froze in fear and couldn't bring herself to make a move for upstairs. Then they noticed her and her dad, Hiram, smiled this sinister smile that sent chills down her back while her daddy, Leroy, comes over and roughly grabs her arm. She knows what's about to come but that doesn't stop her from cowering in fear. Dad grabs her hair and starts to kick her stomach, while her Daddy twists her wrist so painfully that she's positive it's broken. Once they finish, she hurries up the stairs and locks the door. She makes her way to the bathroom while numerous words swim through Rachel's head.
Whore
Untalented
Selfish
Replaceable
Bitch
Worthless
Rachel rummages through her cabinet until she finds what she's looking for. A razor. She lifts up her sleeve and starts to glide the cold piece of metal against her olive skin. She watches as the blood trickles down and she gets a sick sense of satisfaction from watching that. She feels numb and lifeless as she does this. It takes her pain away. After she adds another soon-to-be scar, she puts a bandage on it and heads to bed. But she can't shake the feeling of that one pair of eyes that were watching her with intrigued concern in Glee Club.
A/N: Honestly tell me how you feel about this story, love it or hate it? Just be honest(:
