Thanks to drgleekforever for once again fixing all my mistakes.
"Rachel what did you do?" Santana asked, still in shock.
"I think...I think I killed him."
-20 minutes earlier-
"Yeah sure but hurry, there is a super cute football player waiting for me!" Santana shouted after Rachel. Rachel paused before turning around and running back over to her friends.
"I love you." Rachel whispered as she planted a kiss on Quinn's cheek.
"I love you too," Quinn whispered back. Rachel smiled and stole another kiss before she walked away.
She couldn't believe that she has just done that, she's never told anyone apart from her parents that she loved them, which she now wishes she could take back.
When Rachel came out to her extremely religious parents, they blew up and kicked her out of the house. Thankfully, Rachel had a grandfather who unlike his daughter was nice and caring man. Rachel's mother was his only child making Rachel his only granddaughter, so when he passed away a few years prior, he left his entire life savings to her. He truly cared for Rachel and now that she thinks about it she wished that she would have told him that she loved him. Because of him when Rachel was kicked out of her home by her "loving parents", she was able to rent an apartment to live in thanks to the money he gave her.
Before Rachel knew it she at the locker room door. She paused before opening the door and walking in almost instantly alarms started ringing and her instinct was telling her that she wasn't alone. She knew that all her teammates had rushed out of here as quickly as they possibly could, so who was it that was hiding in the girl's locker room of all places, and where were they.
"Hello is anyone in here?!" Rachel shouted. She heard some noise from behind a set of lockers and that's when he appeared. She instantly recognised the man standing in front of her.
"Dad is that you?" She asked, almost not believing that the man, who had banished her a year ago was standing in front of her in the girl's locker room.
"Rachel." He said blankly. The man had absolutely no idea why he was in his daughter's locker room. He hated the lifestyle his daughter had chosen for herself. He was raised to believe that being gay is wrong and a sin.
"What do you want?" Rachel sneered at him. She couldn't believe the nerve of this man to show up here and look at her with disgust written all over his face. He's the asshole that kicked his 16 year old daughter out.
"I came to speak to you, but instead I came in to see that person kissing and touching you!" He shouted. Rachel's eyes widened at what she had just heard.
"You watched that? Are you some kind of perv now, this is the fucking girl's locker room. No boys allowed. SO GET THE FUCK OUT!" Rachel shouted. Her fist were clenching and unclenching next to her side.
"You will not talk to me like that! You are the one that is in the wrong here!" He shouted back to her.
"Why the hell are you here?!" Rachel screamed.
"I heard that tonight was the big game, so I thought I'd come and support my daughter." He calmly lied to her. In truth he was alone. His wife had finally had enough of the drinking and constant abuse, both physical and mental abuse. He really had no idea why he was there. Part of him thought that he'd be able to convince Rachel to get help and then his wife would come home. Rachel's eyes narrowed. She could see right through the lie.
"BULLSHIT! Why are you really here?! Run out of money for alcohol?! Did you hit mom too hard this time?!" Rachel shouted at her father.
The man stood red faced and slightly shaking with anger. Each word that fell from Rachel's mouth only added fuel to the fire already brewing inside of him. He raised his hand and slapped Rachel across the face, cutting her cheek with one of the rings on his fingers. Rachel quickly grabbed her cheek.
"You will not speak to me like that young lady!" He shouted at her as he pushed her up against the lockers. Rachel could feel the blood slowly start to drip out of the cut on her face. He had never hit Rachel before, he tried to when she came out but her mother wouldn't let him. She took the beating instead.
"Stop...your hurting me!" She managed to get out. Her father had his forearm pressed firmly against Rachel's neck. She couldn't believe her father was doing this. She knew that he had hit her mother on several occasions, but he had never laid a finger on Rachel. Now she could see the anger, disgust, and something else, that she couldn't quite decipher, in the man's eyes.
"You have to learn how to talk to your elders young lady!" He sneered out before he slapped Rachel across the face once again.
Rachel winced in pain. The man was pressing down harder on her throat constricting her breathing even more. She could feel herself start to pass out and she knew that she wanted ... no... She needed to get him off of her. Rachel quickly brought her knee up and kneed him in the balls. As soon as her knee connected with his junk the man cried out in pain and released Rachel, who quickly tried to rush away. The man realised this and grabbed Rachel by the back of her shirt and pulled her backwards.
"LEAVE ME ALONE!" Rachel shouted. He didn't listen instead he threw her back into the locker and started to press himself up against her again, only harder. But Rachel wasn't giving in this time; instead she punched him in the face as hard as she possibly could making him stumble backwards.
"LEAVE NOW, BEFORE I MAKE YOU!" Rachel shouted at the man on the floor.
"You will not talk to me like that, you worthless piece of shit! Don't forget that I helped bring you into this world and I won't hesitate on taking you out of it!" He said as he stood and tried to grab her again.
Rachel could see that her father meant what he just said. He would kill her, so she began to panic and reached for the closest thing to her, which just so happened to be the trophy they had just one. She swung as hard as she could and the trophy collided with his head. This only made him, stumble slightly and scream out in pain, but it didn't stop him. He tried to come after Rachel once again, so she swung the trophy again and again, until he was on the floor. She waited for him to try and get up again, but he did, in fact he wasn't moving at all.
That's when Rachel heard someone turn the corner, in a state of panic she tried to hide the trophy in her locker, but there was no point. The person would see the body and the blood on her hands and face. 'Shit! What have you done Rachel' she thought to herself. Her eyes then met with those of her best friend Santana, she looked from her to her dad and then back at Santana.
-Present time-
"I think...I think I killed him." Rachel stuttered out. Santana looked at her in shock. Could Rachel really have killed her dad? What would people think? What would Quinn think? She'd leave her because of this.
"What...what happened, Rach?" Santana asked while looking over at the body. Rachel didn't reply, she couldn't reply.
"Rachel what happened your face?" Santana asked once she finally looked to Rachel, who was curled up in a ball against her locker. Santana knelt next to her best friend and cupped her face examining the cut on Rachel's cheek.
"He hit me...he was coming… for me and I… He was going to kill me...I grabbed the nearest thing. I didn't mean to kill him. I couldn't have killed him...he's just sleeping right?" She rambled. The realisation of what had just happened was finally kicking in.
"Santana, Tell me he isn't dead!" Rachel shouted hysterically, making Santana jump.
"Okay...I'll check now." Santana stated calmly. She walked over to the body and leaned down to check his pulse. Santana closed her eyes and took a deep breathe once she realised that he man did not have a pulse.
"Is he dead?" Rachel asked, quieter this time.
"Yeah...we have to get out of here." Santana said as she stood up, turning to face Rachel. She knew that she had to stay calm in this situation even if she did want to freak out.
"What? We can't just leave! What about the body?" Rachel asked while Santana pulled her off of her feet.
"We'll come back for that, but if you don't want Quinn or Britt coming to look for us you need to get out of these bloody clothes and meet them outside!" Santana stated simply. She began lifting Rachel's shirt up and pulling it over her head.
"San, no… you should leave...this is my mess not yours. I can't…" Rachel began to say, but paused. Santana paid her no attention to her as she grabbed a new jersey out of Rachel's locker. She quickly threw it to Rachel who slowly changed.
"Rachel, look at me. I'm not letting you deal with this on your own okay. You would do the same thing for me." Santana said before taking her phone out of her pocket.
"What are you doing?" Rachel asked while trying to snatch the phone out of Santana's hand. She was panicking and was afraid that Santana was about to call the police. Rachel didn't want to go to jail. She was to pretty for prison.
"I'm calling Puck, he owes me a favour." Santana said while moving away from Rachel.
"No! I don't even want you to be involved in this. I'm not dragging Noah into this as well!" Rachel snapped at her.
"We need him Rach. Noah can be an asshole but you are his little Jewish Princess and he'd do anything for you. Not to mention, you may be strong but you're not strong enough to lift the body into a car, so that we can get rid of it." Santana reasoned with Rachel before calling Puck.
"Puck, I'm calling in that favour you owe me." Santana said into her phone.
"What's up San? Are you okay?" Puck asked sounding worried. He could hear that something was off just from the sound of Santana's voice. To anyone else she would have just sounded calm, but Puck knew better. The only time Santana was calm was if someone she loves is in trouble and needed help.
"Something happened in the girl's locker room at the school. I need you to get down here as soon as possible. I'll explain everything when you get here and then you can decide whether or not you want to help." Santana said while looking at a pacing Rachel.
"I'm on my way." Puck replied before hanging up.
"He's coming; you need to get out there and go get rid of Quinn and Brittany. I'll stay here and make sure that nobody comes in." Santana said while walking Rachel over to the door.
"What do I say to them?" Rachel asked once she reached the door.
"Think of something Berry. I can't do everything!" Santana snapped before shutting the door in Rachel's face.
Rachel quickly fixed her hair so that it covered the cut below her eye. She had to come up with something fast. She ran out to the parking lot to see Quinn and Brittany waiting.
"Hey what kept you so long? Where's Santana?" Quinn asked while running over to Rachel.
"I just realised that I needed to sort some paperwork out and San offered to help. We don't want to keep you guys waiting, so you should go on to the party. We'll be there as soon as possible." Rachel stated while trying not to make eye contact with them.
Brittany and Quinn noticed the way that Rachel was avoiding making eye contact with them. That was unlike Rachel and they had a feeling something was up but chose not to comment on it. If it were something major then Rachel and/or Santana would tell them.
"Oh okay. Will you be long Rachie?" Quinn asked. She was really hoping that Rachel wouldn't be long.
"Not sure, but I promise that we'll make it there before it ends." Rachel said before giving her a small peck on the lips. She then gave Brittany a quick wave before running back to the locker room.