Before long, the van which Harmony was trapped in rolled to a stop. Instantly Harmony tensed, ready to run as soon as the door opened. Time was passing slowly as her breath hitched slightly. After about twenty minutes, Harmony realised that this interviewer – if that was what he really was – had left her alone. Slowly she allowed herself to relax her tense muscles; focusing on listening to determine whether anyone was coming.
Hours and hours seemed to have passed before Harmony heard someone loudly speaking outside of the van. She couldn't quite make out what they were saying, but she presumed that it was about her. Once again Harmony prepared to run, only to squeak in surprise and try to grab onto the floor, as the van once again began to drive.
After about a minute, the truck screeched to a stop, causing Harmony to fall to the side. Before the brunette had a chance to even sit up, the back of the van opened, and the scared girl was pulled out. Harmony gritted her teeth as she realised that she missed her chance to run.
As she was roughly thrown over someone's shoulder she screamed as loud as she could. The girl was about to scream again when the person who was carrying her walked into a large building. Almost immediately the strong woman threw the teen into a small room; the short interviewer slamming the door shut.
Harmony felt scared; she couldn't help but feel tears of frustration and fear forming, however she vigorously rubbed her eyes before they had a chance to roll down her cheeks. The teen bitterly acknowledged that this had been the worst week of her life.
Seven days ago, her Mother was still alive. Even though Harmony and Nellie didn't see her that often, due to long working hours, Rachel would still show her daughters how much she cared for them.
Sometimes, when the two sisters woke up for school, they'd find raspberry muffins on the kitchen bench, with a note that always said something along the lines of 'My Darling Daughters, I've been missing you while at work! I hope you've been practicing and studying hard. Love and hugs for both of you – Rachel'.
Now, seven days later, she was motherless and trapped in a mysterious room. She wasn't even sure whether she'd see Nellie again; the brunette just desperately hoped that her younger sister was alright, and that nothing like this had happened to her.
"Hello?" Harmony suddenly shouted, hoping that someone would find and release her; the girl timidly wondered when the brown-haired interviewer would come back; she hoped that he would at least tell her why he took her here.
Eventually the brunette got sick of calling out, sliding down the white wall, she looked around the room. It wasn't very big, about four metres wide and five metres tall. In it there sat a simple white table with two wooden chairs pushed under; a white and black clock was hanging on the wall. Other than those basic items the room was empty.
After a while of sitting on the hard wooden ground, Harmony went and grabbed one of the chairs, gradually lowering herself onto it.
In order to calm herself down, she began singing. All she did was a warm up exercise, but it made her feel safer. It reminded her of when she was a young girl; when her mother had first taught vocal warm-ups to her.
Without warning, the interviewer guy slammed the door open, strutting into the room, and interrupting the girl's gentle singing.
"Listen here, Berry's girl, the head of our company is coming here right now to see you." He yelled, causing Harmony to flinch slightly. "You are not to mention anything about us forcing you to come here. She doesn't care! You are to answer her questions accurately and without hesitation."
Harmony dumbly nodded, feeling slightly intimidated. The cruel man then walked out of the room, once again leaving Harmony alone. The brunette couldn't help but feel annoyed with herself; she knew that she should have stood up to this man, or at least demanded answers; instead, she had nodded with a stupid look on her face.
"Guess I inherited more of Finn's traits than I thought." She huffed to herself, waiting for the head of whatever company this was to come and ask her questions. Harmony willed herself to not give them answers, no matter how scared she was. Harmony would never reveal whether the horrible rumours that were spread about her mother were true, even though some of them unfortunately were.
As the door once again opened, the smirking interviewer walked in, followed by a pretty blonde lady. The lady's demeanour seemed gentle and nice, but Harmony wasn't going to trust anyone in this place. The blonde quickly sat down on the other wooden chair, giving Harmony a friendly smile.
"Hi there, sweetheart, my name is Quinn Fabray. Your mother and I were…" The blonde hesitated for a moment before mumbling "very close friends in collage."
Harmony's eyes widened; Quinn Fabray, the girl who sent Harmony and Nellie a cardigan each Christmas, was head of the company which had kidnapped her. As Harmony glared at this woman, she saw long blonde hair; Quinn was wearing a white dress that was appropriate for work, yet casual at the same time. Harmony noted that this woman did look like a slightly older version of the Quinn in the photo book that Rachel had shown her.
Quinn giggled slightly at the look of shock on Harmony's face; only stopping when the teen looked away.
"How are you?" Quinn asked after a moment of silence.
Despite the fact that Harmony knew that this woman was one of her Mum's close friends, she was determined to stick her plan, simply mumbling, "No comment."
The interviewer man gave her a warning glare, stomping his foot once; Harmony did her best to ignore this man, but his hate-filled gaze caused her to shudder. The thing that surprised Harmony was that Quinn actually looked concerned for her; the blonde was sympathetically frowning.
"I know it's hard, sweetie," Quinn began, "but you've got to talk about it with someone! It'll be just you and me; we can start the interview later."
Harmony stubbornly shook her head, determined to stay strong. The interviewer man once again stomped his foot, however this time Quinn noticed.
"Max, can you go see if Cara has finished that report?" She asked him, waving her hand in the direction of the door. The interviewer guy, who Harmony presumed was named Max, begrudgingly walked out of the room.
"Why was he glaring at you?" Quinn asked, though it was more a question to herself; Harmony decided to answer anyway.
"Because I broke one of his rules." Harmony mockingly grunted.
"And what are those rules exactly?" Quinn asked, her voice laced with genuine curiosity. This confused Harmony; why would Quinn, the head of the company, not know the rules that were given to her? Harmony couldn't help but begin a Rachel Berry style rant.
"Well, first off," she began "I have to tell you whatever you to know without even hesitating and I'm not to mention the fact that I was basically kidnapped and brought here… In fact I literally was kidnapped and brought here. You honestly can't expect me to reveal all the dark secrets I hold about my Mother to-" Harmony was cut off mid rant as Quinn stuttered,
"W-what? He kidnapped you? What do you m-mean?"
Harmony, who was fuming due to being interrupted mid-rant, snapped back at Quinn,
"You had that Max guy pull me into one of your news vans against my will, then force me into this small room, and due to the fact that the definition of kidnapping is-"
Once again, Harmony stopped her rant, but this time it was because Quinn had ran out of the room, her face looking slightly paler than seconds before.
Harmony slowly walked out of the small room, as the door had been left open when Quinn stormed out. The brunette quickly turned to the door she had been dragged through while coming into the building. As she tried to turn the handle, it barely moved, meaning the door was locked. Harmony let out a slight sigh as she turned around, deciding to follow the long hallway in the other direction.
Soon the teen reached another door; it was open, meaning that Quinn had probably gone this way. After hesitating for a moment, Harmony walked through the door; she was searching for both, Quinn and a way out.
The teen saw many people sitting at desks, typing in the office area which the brunette had walked into. All of them were frowning ever so slightly; Harmony could see that most of them were itching to gossip.
As the girl continued through the office, she saw another door that had been left open. Harmony quickly slipped in through the door, gently closing it after herself. The brunette could tell that this new room led to Quinn's office, as there was a security guard leaning against one of the walls. Harmony wasn't sure whether she should enter the office or not, but eventually decided that it would be best to stay outside.
Harmony did, however, decide to look through the glass window on the side of the wall. She could see that Quinn was giving this man her infamous HBIC stare; the one that Rachel had told her about. Harmony had to say that she was impressed; she had told her mother that the stare didn't sound that bad, but now that she had seen it in person, she felt a shiver run down her spine.
After a while of what appeared to be Quinn furiously yelling, Max slowly walked out of the office. He gave Harmony a bitter glare and seemed like he was about to approach her, but Quinn came out of her office to talk to Harmony, causing the short man to walk away.
"Harmony, dear, I'm so sorry that happened to you." Quinn exclaimed, pulling the girl into an apologetic hug. "Let me drive you home, it's the least I can do after what Max did to you! I can assure you that will never happen again; I've fired Max. You could choose to press charges against him if you wanted, but I don't think you should, as I presume that you don't want the media cornering you every time you go out.'
"They already do that." Harmony murmured under her breath, although she did agree with Quinn's advice, so she nodded
"If you do want a lift, we can leave right now?," Quinn offered, biting her lip gently.
Harmony hesitated for a moment, before accepting; she knew that she was probably being overly trusting, but Quinn had been nothing but nice to her, and her mother had always spoken highly of her.
Once Harmony had agreed, Quinn went back into her office, grabbing her coat and car keys; then blonde then began to walk towards the car park. Harmony quickly followed her through the office area, then outside. Quinn had a large white car, which she promptly unlocked. The teen sat in the passenger seat, offering Quinn a timid smile.
"I have a gps if you want to enter your address," Quinn began, "I know that you probably won't know where your house is from here."
Harmony briefly nodded before reluctantly entering her address in the electrical device. Once she was done, a little voice asked her to confirm, causing the brunette to jump in fright, before stuttering out "confirm."
Quinn gently chuckled at the girl's terrified response, before beginning to drive the girl home.
Nellie sleepily stepped off the bus; she was exhausted after her first day back at school. Practically the only thing the brunette had heard today was the constant sound of people saying 'I'm sorry!' and 'Where's Harmony?'.
Suddenly the young teen saw a lone school bag sitting on the bench across the road. Nellie frowned slightly as she wondered what it was doing there; carefully she crossed the road in order to have a closer look at it. As she saw a familiar purple star keychain hanging off one of the zips she began to panic.
"Why's Harmony's bag lying in on the bench here?" Nellie franticly exclaimed out loud. "She wouldn't just leave it here!"
Nellie grabbed Harmony's schoolbag and began to rapidly walk towards their house, her pace speeding up as she neared the building. It didn't take long for her to burst through the front door.
'Harmony?' She immediately yelled, her eyes widening when she got no response. "Are you here, Harmony?"
Once Nellie had locked the front door, she dropped both her and Harmony's schoolbags and ran up to her older sister's room. As she opened the door, she saw that her sister wasn't there. Nellie felt butterflies beginning to flitter in her stomach as she gently bit her lip.
The brunette wasn't used to being alone; usually her sister was there for her, and when she wasn't, Rachel, or even Finn, had her back. Since Rachel wasn't with them anymore, Nellie knew that she'd have to lean on her Father and Harmony for all the support; and since Finn was never home anymore, except when he was drunk, Nellie had begun to rely solely on Harmony.
Nellie did feel that she had gained some strength inside herself in the past couple of days, she had felt a little more confident at school, even raising her hand to answer some of the questions. The brunette acknowledged that she'd never have gained the confidence without Rachel and Harmony's assistance; the brunette was terrified of losing her sister too.
"Where are you, Harmy?" Nellie asked as she stumbled back downstairs.