Hey! So, here's a new chapter. I know it's short and I know most of you will have you pitchforks ready but I ain't bothered and you shouldn't be either. ;) I've already got the next chapter written so you won't have to wait too long. I hope you guys enjoy!
Despite Rachel's docile nature towards everything that's not Broadway, she is actually quite stubborn; that's why, much to Quinn's horror, after hearing who she'd be living with she becomes furious.
"I am not living with that woman. I refuse! It's just not going to happen!" Rachel exclaims as she frantically tugs on her jeans.
Quinn gapes at Rachel for a moment until she finally grasps what's going on. "Rachel, calm down. Hey! Don't do that!" Glaring at the discarded IV as she follows Rachel out of the room. "Where are you going?! Get back here!"
Rachel storms down the hallway, searching for the way out and absentmindedly ripping her hospital bracelet of and stuffing it in her pocket. She could tell Quinn was getting extremely annoyed and knows she has to get out as soon as possible; before Quinn called a nurse.
Which is why when she sees an open elevator she knows she had to act fast. Quickly stepping on, she hits the door close button and every other button in hopes of confusing the blonde. She knows she was being completely childish and very irrational but they can't really expect her to live with Shelby after she rejected her, can they?
The elevator stops at the lobby and five people step on. One of those people just happens to be Shelby, sending Rachel into a panic. She quickly puts her hood up to shield her face and prays to whatever deity that may be listening to let the elevator move faster.
After what felt like an eternity it finally stops at the parking garage where Rachel can make her escape. Scurrying off the elevator, past the car barriers, and onto the street, Rachel breaks out into a brisk jog.
Even though she feels like the star of a bad action movie, she still feels quite guilty. Quinn's concern seemed quite sincere, and if it truly was she is going to be a lot more worried now. Pushing those thoughts aside, Rachel breaks out into a full out run seeing as she was merely two blocks away from her home, if one could call it that anyway.
When she reaches her yard she decides to use the back door instead, just to be safe. Reaching into the plant by the door she grabs the extra key and enters as quickly as possible, going straight to her room.
Grabbing a duffle bag from her closet she begins stuffing random things inside as she goes through a checklist in her head: Panties – Check, Bra – Check, Shirts – Check, Pants – Check, Socks – Check, Pair of Shoes – Check, IPod – Check, Laptop Bag – Check, Elphaba – Check and, Fluffy the Lion – Check.
Suddenly there is a banging on the door downstairs; meaning Quinn, and probably Shelby, have found her. Slipping into her closet she settles herself behind the bottom rack of skirts. She could hardly be seen behind all the hideous clothing she despised.
Suddenly there's a loud bang in the other room, making her jump and smirk all at once. Before she'd taken refuge in the closet she had locked the door out of spite. If they wanted to find her, they'd have to work for it.
Somewhere in the background she can hear both women calling her name, desperate to find her. However, that was drowned out by one thought. Leaving like that was totally badass. Perhaps I should do more things like that!
The excitement she'd felt in that moment was indescribable. It was almost as exhilarating as singing, or how singing used to be before the world tumbled down around her.
Rachel shrinks down into the wall as the closet door is thrown open. "Rachel? Are you in here?" Quinn calls out, her voice cracking in desperation.
Shelby turns towards Quinn wearing a sad expression. "She's not here. I'm going to call the police. We have to find her; she could be out there somewhere, hurt. Lima isn't that big. God, I'm so worried about her."
Now Rachel is furious. Shelby doesn't care; if she did, she never would have left. In the days before Shelby's departure Rachel made it clear that she needed a mother. She assumed that after going to her for help with her costume Shelby would have seen that, but she obviously did not.
Eventually her stubborn side beats out her logical side making her forget about hiding. She stands up and steps out from behind the clothes, crossing her arms across her chest in annoyance, and glares at her mother. "I'm just fine, thank you. I think I know how to take care of myself; I have been doing it long enough."
Shelby flinches at the admission and Rachel smirks. Normally, she wouldn't have resorted to being so mean, but Shelby, or any parental figure in general, brings out a not so pleasant side of her.
"I know you're mad at me and you have every right to be but I'd like to work on it, Rachel. Now isn't really the time for this but I am sorry for all the pain I caused you. I want to try."
Rachel scoffs, she'd given her plenty of chances but Shelby only seemed willing to actually try when she found out how fucked up Rachel and her life truly are. She pities me. "No thanks, I don't need your pity. I'm better off on my own."
Shelby takes a step forward, pleading with the small girl with her eyes. "Please Rachel, I want to help. I do care about you."
A cynical chuckle bubbles in Rachel's stomach and escapes through her lips not only concerning herself but Quinn as well.
"The hell you do." Rachel growls out dangerously low.