"Daddy! Daddy! Wake up!" I tried shaking daddy awake but he wasn't moving. The red sticky stuff that was all over his shirt was spilling onto the floor and it wouldn't stop. "Daddy please wake up!" I cried begging Daddy to open his eyes. I didn't understand I was upstairs in my room playing cowboys and then there was screaming and a big bang then slamming of the door. I ran downstairs to check on Daddy and he was sleeping on the floor with red gooey stuff all over him.

"Finn!" Mommy rushes over to me and Daddy, tears in her eyes. Leaning over she presses her fingers to his neck, shaking her head back and forth with tears running down her face. "No Chris! No!" She can't stop shaking. She looks back at me with sadness. "Finn, sweetie why don't you go to the park?" She tells me but it's hard to understand her, her voice is shaky. She covers her mouth with her hand as more tears fall.

"Mommy you said I'm not allowed to go anywhere by myself." I remind her. Her and Daddy still hold my hand when we cross the street. Puck makes fun of me for it saying I'm a sissy for still holding mommy's hand. She looks at me with sadness all over her face.

"No go. You're six now. You're a big boy look both ways when crossing the street and stay there until Uncle Johnny comes to get you. She stands while Daddy stays sleeping on the ground. I walk out the door to the front yard when Uncle Johnny comes rushing through the front gate. He looks panicked and guilt stricken. Once he's inside I go back to the porch and stand by the open front door hearing Mommy and Uncle Johnny yelling at each other.

"Johnny he's dead! You did this you let him get involved with that man and now he's dead! God Finn was in the house! What if he came downstairs while that man was here." Mommy yells, her voice getting louder and louder.

"Carol calm down. Finn is okay I saw him outside. Chris is dead but it was bound to happen the way he's been going we're just lucky it didn't happen on the streets." Uncle Johnny said without a care.

"Johnny how am I supposed to tell a six-year-old boy who was the happiest little boy that his father is gone and never coming back? Finn doesn't have a father anymore!" She yells.

That's all I hear before I go running away from the house. Mommy saying Daddy's gone and never coming back. No, he can't, he promised me he would never leave and teach me to play baseball. I'm so angry for him leaving me. When I get to the park I see other kids smiling and laughing and playing. Puck is over by the monkey bars but I don't want to be near him right now. He's always picking on me calling me names and right now I might punch him in his stupid face. Walking past him and the others I head over to the empty basketball court.

Finn doesn't have a father anymore. Those words replaying in my head over and over. I kick the basketball that is laying by feet so hard. I don't even care who's it is I hope they never see it again like I'll never see him again.

"That ball went so far I can't even see it." A high pitch girly voice speaks from behind me interrupting the quiet sounds of the court. I turn around and see a small girl with long dark hair wearing a pink dress with flowers all over it. I'm so mad at my dad for leaving me and now this little brat for bothering me. I hate her. Walking up to her, she looks up at me with a hint of a smile on her face. Her smile makes me stop in my tracks almost stopping me from doing what I'm about to. I just want someone to feel like I do. I circle around her like a lion about to attack his prey.

Grabbing her by the shoulders I roughly push her down. She falls on her on her knees bracing herself with her hands. I see the red gooey stuff that was all over my father coming out of her knees running down her legs. She looks up at with watery eyes and for a split-second I regret pushing her down but then she looks down wiping at her face and I feel in control. Her sitting on her knees with her head down worshipping me like I'm king. It makes me feel good but then she starts breathing heavily and really starts to cry.

"Does it hurt?" I ask. She sniffles and nods her head yes. "Good. What's your name?"

"Rachel Barbra Berry." She replies instantly on my command.

"I'm Chris." Chris was my father's name and for some reason I didn't want to tell her my real name.

"My knees hurt." She hiccups in-between sniffles. I get on my knees and sit on them in front of her. Grabbing her by the arms I pull her into my arms and let her cry on my shoulder. Her warm breath consuming me. I brush my fingers through her long hair and hold her in place not letting go. She pushes away to look at me but my arms are still holding her to me. "Why'd you do that?"

"You deserved it." She didn't.

"I did?" She questions, looking up at me with those innocent eyes. "I'm sorry for whatever I did to deserve it." She apologizes, she's gripping onto my grey t-shirt with her tiny hand holding onto me. And it feels good that she needs me, clinging to me.

"It's okay. Just don't make me do it again."

"I won't I swear." She promises putting her head back on my shoulder. Since she's been in my arms I haven't felt the pain of never seeing my father again. She makes it go away. "Please forgive me Chris!" She cries hugging me harder.

"I won't forgive you but you will make it up to me." She leans away again giving me a curious look.

"How?"

"Meet me right here tomorrow." I instruct her.

"I have to ask my mom." I grab at her chin holding her in place and looking into her eyes.

"Be here or I will hurt you again do you understand?" She nods in understanding.

After her mother rips her out of my arms moments later leaving me cold, she looks back and smiles at me. The smile tells me she will be here tomorrow.

Rachel

"Hey baby girl how was your first day?" Daddy asks when I walk into the kitchen. He's baking some banana bread, wearing his 'world's best dad' apron. Going up to him and giving him a kiss on the cheek. I tell him about my day.

"It was interesting to say the least."

"Why what happened honey?"

"I met Kurt's brother and he's odd and I only have one class with Kurt and he was acting weird."

"Honey maybe he's not use to having you around." Yeah if only you knew the truth Dad.

"Yeah maybe." I sit at the counter watching him put the bread in the oven.

"Honey, did you ask about joining the Glee Club?"

"No I just don't think I'm ready yet but I'll consider it." I look down knowing he's going to be disappointed.

"Baby girl I just don't want to see you give up on your dream."

"I won't daddy I promise I just need time. Daddy I'm going to go upstairs to study I don't want to fall behind. Call me when dinner is ready." I leave the kitchen and head upstairs.

0o0o0o

The next morning, I walked into my new school with my head down. I avoided Kurt's texts and calls last night. Not even bothering to read through the messages or listen to his voicemails. I half expected him to show up at my house and beg for my forgiveness, but he didn't, and I couldn't help but be disappointed with him. I still couldn't believe that he handed me off to his brother like I was some toy that was up for grabs.

Hurrying through the halls I get to my locker just as the warning bell goes off meaning that I have exactly five minutes to get my books and get to homeroom. If only I'd only taken my dad up on his offer to drive me to school instead of deciding to walk the somewhat long distance. I just needed time to think, away from my father and the rest of the world.

"Shit!" I whisper as three of my five books tumble to the ground. Lowering to my knees I gather my books and the loose pieces of paper that have fallen from my notebook.

"Starting your second day the same way as the first I see." The dead voice of Finn Hudson makes me shiver.

Raising my eyes to look at him I noticed he is glaring down at me just as he was when he first found me on the ground yesterday. Except today I'm kneeled in a submissive position allowing him to tower over me. There was something cold and dead about this teenage boy, he reminds me of a cold winter night when you can't get warm no matter how many blankets you cover yourself with or how high the heat is on.

"Get up. You're going to be late." He commands and walks away leaving me kneeling on the ground. Standing I gather my things and head to homeroom.

Finn

Walking away from her was almost as hard as I currently am. God why did she always have to be wearing fucking short skirts and dresses. Did she even own a pair of jeans? Probably not. Fuck I thought her short pleated grey skirt yesterday was bad but today she had on this tight short black and green plaid skirt that was way to short and when she was kneeling on the ground all I could do was stare at her thighs. I was about five feet away from her when I noticed her having trouble. And I also noticed all the other horney fuckers watching her. She needed to learn a lesson that I was going to have a hell of a fun time teaching her.

"Man, I know she off limits but she's so hot!" Puck exclaims as he walks up to me.

"If you want to keep breathing you better not mention her again." I breathe out.

"Dude trust me I know she's yours, plus Santana would have my balls if she heard what I said. But man, why didn't you tell me what she was like? I mean I've seen her picture in your room so forgive me for saying this but I knew she was a hottie but man she's so fucking innocently sexy." I stop in my tracks and slam my best friend against the lockers. Wrapping my hand around his throat cutting off his air.

"What did I just say?" I growl. His green eyes blaze with anger but I don't fucking care I warned him. "Now you're my friend so I'm going to let you go but first I want you to repeat the rules to me." I drop my hand to let him catch his breath but continue to hold him in place.

"Fuck man I told you not to choke me anymore!" I continue to stare him down. "Fine! Fine! Rule number one under no circumstances should I Noah Puckerman ever go near Rachel Berry unless you Finn Hudson are in the room. Number two if I ever have thoughts about her to keep them to myself otherwise I will get my ass kicked hard by my best friend. Number three never should I ever touch her no matter the reason."

Nodding in approval I let him go and continue my way to homeroom. Ignoring the scared looks from the remaining students in the hallway. He knew better than talk about her. Calling her innocently sexy? He's lucking I didn't give him a black eye. I knew her transferring here was a bad idea I knew I wouldn't be able to control myself around her I just had to touch her yesterday. It had been way to long. And watching her body respond to my touch, it was just enough for me to get my fix. She was my favorite drug. I couldn't wait to do it again, I was tempted to just then but that would have made her late to class and I couldn't have her on the shit list of students on just her second day. But her just gazing up at me was almost as good as touching her, almost.

"So, what's the game plan today? Are you going to push her around again or are we gonna have some fun? You said if I helped you get all those fucktards at Carmel to turn on her we would have some fun playing games. So, what's the next step? She knows who you are now, and you have Kurt boxing her out and I had Santana become her new bestie so what's next?"

I forgot Puck was next to me. Sometimes he's a little too loyal. I mean he went above and beyond when I asked him to make Carmel a hell hole for her. But I wasn't sure what I wanted next, I could drag her along with me during the day and torture her by continuing to edge Kurt out of her life. But I did notice the sad longing looks she was giving him during our last class yesterday. I tried to occupy her attention by pulling her notebook away from her as she tried to write or wrapping my arm around her chair or knocking her stuff to the ground. I know childish, but it was only her first day, I had to go easy on her.

"We have class." With that I ended the conversation and walked into class.

0o0o0o0

The next time I saw her was just before lunch. She was walking out of class her phone in her hand and her books held close to her chest. I could tell she was annoyed by the way her eyebrows scrunched together as she read most likely a text message. She wasn't paying attention to where she was walking she almost never did, she always had her head down trying to avoid gaining attention. Its ironic really because she used to love attention.

"Hudson I've been looking for you." Quinn's sickeningly sweet voice creeped up beside me. She placed her hand on my back making my blood run cold. She was always trying to touch me, I made the mistake of making out with her once and since then she's always tried to push a relationship on me. I don't know what makes her think I want her at all.

"Fabray get your hand off me before I break it." My angry growl makes her flinch and lift her hand off me like I was on fire.

"You know you use to like it when I touched you." Her sad voice does nothing but make me angrier.

"I didn't like it, I tolerated it there's a difference." Hearing her gasp did nothing but annoy me. Especially when I notice Rachel watching us with curious eyes. No longer distracted by her phone but distracted by me and the blonde cheerleader. "Now leave before I make you regret it." I growl. Huffing she turns away and marches down the hallway.

Rachel notices I'm the one watching her and quickly turns away. Stalking her down the hallway, I catch up with her.

"Enjoy the show?" I question her as we walk side by side.

"Not really." Her flat voice distracts me for a second. No emotion? Very un Rachel.

"Well you seemed to like watching."

"Watching a desperate girl fawn over the school's bad boy? Its not very original." Her snarky response makes my dick twitch always coming to life around her.

"School's bad boy?"

"I'm sorry would you prefer asshole or jerk?"

"You know for such a good girl you have quite the vocabulary." She stops at her locker opening it throwing her books in and shuffling somethings around in it. I watch her tense movements. Her tight grey shirt hugs her body along with her black and green tight skirt and the black tights that stop just below her knees. She's perfect and I couldn't wait to break her. Slamming her locker shut she goes to walk by me but I put my hand against the locker blocking her path.

"Why are you so annoying!" She yells drawing in the attention of our fellow students. Now I definitely don't like the attention on us. Turning I glare at them making them return to their own bullshit.

"Wrong move." Grabbing her arm I drag her down the hall turning to take the steps and heading to the cafeteria.

"You're going to pull my arm out of its socket." She mentions but I ignore her. Pushing the doors open I see Puck, Santana, Quinn and Mike already sitting at our normal table. I drag her to the table and order her to sit. She doesn't move only glances toward the back of the café where I know Kurt and his friends sit. She knows their watching just as much as I do.

"You have five seconds to sit down or I'm going sit you on top of this table and let everyone in this room know exactly what my intentions are with you." I growl in her face. Her eyes practically bug out of her head realizing what my intentions really were, like she was reading my mind and the dirty thoughts I was having about her. "Five, four…" I start to count down as she swiftly takes a seat at the table. "Don't move." I order.

Turning I see Kurt and his angry expression, and I just smirk at him. I go to get some food for myself and for her. I get her a salad and lemon ice tea, its what she ate yesterday. Arriving back at the table I take my seat next to her and place the tray between us. Her and Santana are talking about some paper that is due in one of Rachel's classes. Quinn glares at Rachel from her seat next to Santana and across from us. Puck on the other side of Santana shoves a burger in his mouth and Mike sits at the end of the table having grabbed a chair from another table. He quietly listens to their conversation nodding along as Rachel talks. I briefly wonder if he's in her class.

"He said I need to write five pages on my transfer and what I've read so far this year at Carmel." She tells Santana and I wonder what class this is for.

"Wait so he just stopped you in the hall and told you this? Can he even assign you an assignment that the rest of the class doesn't have?" Santana asks.

"I guess so. He said it would help me catch up with the class, I mean I didn't think I was behind because I read Romeo and Juliet last year, but he insisted on it." Romeo and Juliet isn't that what we are reading in English?

"It's a little weird but Mr. Riley probably just doesn't know the curriculum at Carmel so maybe he just wants know where you're at with the readings." Mike speaks up. That fucker Mr. Riley always trying to pry in people's business.

"Mr. Riley is an ass, he has some agenda with you the way he was questioning you yesterday." I state gaining her attention. She barely noticed I was back except when she straightened her back when I sat down. She turns her body towards me her eyes full of question.

"I mean he was a little questioning but that's normal with new students. Isn't it?" She only talks to me. Ignoring everyone else and it hasn't been like this in a while and I forgot how much I needed her attention.

"No, it was different the way he asked about your mom." I speak lowly so only she hears this. I know how much the topic of her mother makes her uncomfortable. Her eyes shift, as if wondering the others had heard. I shake my head telling her no, she nods and plasters a fake my smile turning back to the others.

"It doesn't matter I still have to write the paper." She says then goes to eat her salad.

Reaching under the table I place my hand on her leg giving her a gentle squeeze. To comfort her? I don't know I just know I've been longing to touch her and this gives me the opportunity. She places her hand on mine squeezing it back, not moving it but instead holding onto it. Holding onto me, just like I've held onto her all these years.