A/N: Thanks for all the reviews! Especially from SuzQQ, thanks for all the time you but into helping me with my story! Also remember Delilah when she was younger had reddish hair but she dyed once she reached thirteen.

Disclaimer: I don't own glee. Pout, even though I'd be pretty embarrassed to own it right now. No offense to the writers but I don't really care anymore like I used too.

Rachel stomped out of the room. Her face was bright red and her nostrils flared. Her beautiful globes of eyes were now filled with pure hatred and determination. Bull shit she was going to let a perfectly innocent by standard get harmed by taking by the wrath that was brewing in Delilah. But Delilah needs to know when enough is enough. She just can't come running into other people's life and destroy them.

Once Rachel got home she tossed her book bag on the sofa in the family room. She lightly went up the stairs. To anyone who could see her right now it would look as if she was another girl getting home from another day at school. But behind her perfect mask of average was all twisting turning flip flopping memories. She tore of the oxford heels as she placed herself primly on her bed. Her tiny feet were red and stung from the friction she had been causing during the day. She rubbed her blisters on her heel with coconut banana lotion. She felt better soon enough once the pain in her heels were soothed she felt really groggy and decided to take a quick power nap before she started her homework.

Two little girls sat in front of a large wooden cottage. They were sitting both cross legged on the bright green grass. Butterflies fluttered in the orchid trees. They both had porcelain dolls in their hands. The one with the red hair seemed to have the newer looking one though. The doll's hair was tightly curled and a pink bow pulled back the front section. So it still hung across her shoulders but was pulled away from her face. It allowed you to see how perfect the dolls snake like green eyes flared against its soft white skin. Its soft pink lift showed a perfect cupids bow. The dolls blonde hair seemed to complement its every feature. But the doll that was seated between the girl with the soft curls lap, this one had knotted hair that you could tell had tried to been brushed out to be semi elegant looking (such as the other dolls). It was pulled back with a blue bow on the top of its head. The dolls eyes were magical brown chocolate color. But they were tried and sad looking. But the dolls lips were pale and full. Between the two dolls you could easily tell which one had been recycled and damagingly used while the other was pristine and cunning. The girl with the brown curls, Rachel, had begun to run her fingers over the other dolls hair.

"Don't touch her! Play with your doll. I don't care how gross it is. This doll is m-i-n-e. Granny gave this one to me because… well she just loves me more. So play with that ratty one." The one with the straight long dark red hair, Delilah, had said to the younger one. Rachel pulled away her fingers as if bitten by a snake.

"Granny loves me just as much Delilah. She said we should share." Rachel said quietly looking down at her beaten doll.

"Please, Rachel you know she loves me best she just feels bad for you. I mean look at your family! You don't even have a mom!" Delilah said harshly towards Rachel. Rachel raised her own hand up to her face clearing away the tears that slide down her cheeks. "Besides Rachel she knows I'm more careful then your clumsy self. You probably would have broken Morgan by now. And I love her way to much to let you have the chance of holding her. You'd break her." She said referring to the blonde doll that she now clutched against her chest as Morgan.

"Granny loves me just as much. She said Megan was her doll when she was little. So actually its much more priceless then some store bought Barbie doll." Rachel said as her face twisted up. Holding the doll against her head. The doll she called Megan.

"Rachel get real. Granny fished that one at of one of the good will boxes she was going to give to charity. How special could it have been if she was willing to give it to some kid she didn't even know. A kid she felt sorry for. Your just like those other mislead foolish kids she feels sorry for." Delilah said as she glared at Rachel. She grabbed a fist full of Rachel's hair. She got up and pulled Rachel by only her hair and dragged her to the woods. She lead her in through the maze of forest. The sun was starting to set.

"Good Luck finding your way home. Not like anyone will miss you." Delilah said before running off and leaving a terrified Rachel alone in the dark woods. She hugged the doll close to herself as she began slowly walking. Tears mad there way fiercely down her face.

"You're a liar Delilah."

A/n: Soooo, tell me what you think! Hope it was good enough, promise next time I'll get into present time. :)