A/N: Awesome guys! Over a 100 reviews! Yeehaw! Thank you guys sooooo much! You are all awesome and I will bow down to you. :) Here is the next chapter! It's not as long as I would have liked but i've been busy, sorry guys! However, there is goodness in here. It's more of a filler for me, but it does hold some important bits and humor of course. Oh Rachel, you're humor is fun to write lol Anyways, hope you enjoy!
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TWO HOURS LATER
When I do wake up, i'm very groggy. My head is killing me, and my eyes feel like they are on fire. I slowly begin to blink them open, fully aware that they are indeed going to explode into my skull. Ok, so that was a little dramatic but I am not kidding when I say that they, along with my head, hurt like a bitch.
I slowly continue blinking away the blurriness. I really have to stop getting knocked out. It kind of sucks. Who knocked me out again? Fuck. I can't even remember. I don't think anyways. I shake my head, finally making most of my vision return and almost instantly i'm aware that i'm staring at pretty much everyone in this joint. They're all watching me. Why? I have no idea.
"Oh look who finally decided to join us." A voice said to my right and I scowl. I would recognize that voice from anywhere.
"Fuck you, Finnept." I manage to get out, before letting out a small cough. I go to get up but realize that i'm tied to fuckin' chair. What the hell? I pull at my binds, hissing when they only seem to tighten around my wrists. "What the hell is going on?" I growl, looking up at the tall boy who was apparently beside me. "Why the fuck am I tied up?"
"You didn't think you would get away with what you did, did you?" A female voice enters the picture and my blood boils. However, that feeling lessens slightly when I see the large bruise on her face. Ha. Maybe I can just throw myself at her and squish her or something. Fuckin' carrot top. "I mean, it's one thing to threaten and hit me, but to touch poor Brittany? You disgust me." Bitchface growls, her eyes blazing into mind. However, I can see the hint of a smile. She reall-wait what?
"I'm sorry, but what?" I question, squinting my eyes in confusion. I turn to look at the crowd and see everyone looking at me with disappointment and anger in their eyes. "What the fuck are you talking about, Bitchface?" I ask, my eyes continuing to roam the audience before I do spot Brittany. She's looking at me with tears in her eyes, and I can instantly see that she has a large gash along her forehead. My eyes soften. Who the flying fuck would hurt Brittany?
"There's no use in denying it, Berry. You hit Brittany over the head with a shovel, and left her there. Then when I tried to stop you, you went after me too. We have two witnesses that seen you do it." Bitchface says, an angry yet happy scowl on her face.
"I did not hit Brittany!" I yell, anger surging through my veins. How can they all blame me for this? "I would never hurt her!" I growl, "I was the one who was taken by surprise and hit, you stupid-"
"I had no choice, you were practically standing over her body. She needed help and I didn't want to risk you hurting anymore of my family." Bitchface says, and it shocks me at how good of a fuckin' actress she is. That bitch.
My eyes search out Santana's but she isn't looking at me and for some reason that hurts. There is no way that she believes these fools. She just can't. My eyes glance over to Quinn's and I honestly don't know what she's thinking. Her face is a cold mask, yet her eyes aren't angry. They're rather pensive.
"Look Rachel, they saw..."
"Who fuckin' saw this, Finn?" I growl, starting to once again struggle against my binds. Fuck! "Tell me that you and the slutty raggedy anne didn't want me gone from this facility! You both have wanted me gone since the moment I came here!" I growl, glaring at both. "Of course you would say something as stupid as this!"
"It was me that saw you do it." I quickly snap my head to see Sam, stepping ahead with his eyes down on the ground. What? He...wait. Sam was coherced into doing their fuckin' dirty work and now I have to pay the price. Great. Just great.
"You know you didn't see anything, Sam. You know that." I say, my voice unaturally calm. "Look at me!"
He quickly looks up into my eyes and I can see remorse there. As if he had to do this or something was going to happen to him. Like he would get abandonned. I stare into his eyes and realize that there was no way that he would stick up for me and tell everyone that one of these assholes was the one who hit me.
"I'm sorry, Rachel. But I saw what you did to Brittany." He states, his eyes quickly moving to the floor again. I scoff. Fuckin' pansy.
"Everyone has discussed what is going to happen with you and we have all...well, mostly, " Finn pauses, sending a glare in the direction of Brittany and Santana, "..agreed that you need to be banned from here." He finishes and i'm actually shocked. They are just gonna throw me to the zombies? Really? Quinn is going to let them? I mean sure, I can handle myself. But it's the thought that they didn't give a crap as to whether or not I would die or not that really upset me.
"So, what? You tell everyone that I did something and now you're going to throw me to the zombies? Or, more accurately, you lie about something and I get thrown out on my ass?" I growl, turning to look up at the dumb boy. He nods. I laugh humorlessly and turn to stare into Bitchface's eyes. "I guess you are apparently getting what you want, you fuckin' Ronald MacDonald imitation, " I growl, her eyes turning dangerous, "...i'm getting thrown on my ass for something I didn't do. However, you on the other hand, get to fuckin' stay for attempting murder. Real fair there guys!" I yell, my glare piercing through everyone's souls, i'm sure. However, I know it's no use.
My eyes make land on Quinn's and in all honesty she looks torn. Perhaps she doesn't agree with this. Maybe she believes that I am innocent? I sigh, knowing that believing that is useless. My eyes then shift to Noah and my heart drops. By the look on his face, he must believe. At least somewhat, cause he's looking at me in disappointment. Just great. I tear my eyes away from his and stare down at the floor.
"So it is decided, " Dick starts, standing up beside Finn, Bitchface and I, "..you are to grab your belongings and you are officially banned from this compound. You have half an hour to get your things, and someone will accompany you and then escort you out of the building." He says, looking around the room before his eyes land on mine. Of course, when I see his face, I see that damn smirk that lay there as well. Bastard.
RACHEL'S ROOM/10 MINUTES LATER
I sigh as I grab my bag, throwing in whatever I had brung here. Luckily everything is still in place. My smokes included. I throw it all in the bag, knowing that about two feet away, Finn is standing behind me. Probably smirking. Fuckin' pastry nipples.
"You can't come in here, Sant-" Finn starts to say but is interupted by a voice that I am going to be either happy to hear or devastated.
"Haul your beached whale ass outta ma way, Pastry Nipples." See? Santana and I are two of a kind. I smirk, hearing her insult. "Lemme talk to my best friend, " Efore's I endz you, I think to myself. "...efore's I endz you!" She growls and I can't help but smirk. I know her down to a tee. But will she know me enough to believe me? I hear Finn growl but he must of been pushed out of the way, because I hear the door close and I can hear his muffled growls.
I slowly turn around to face my best friend and the moment I lay my eyes on her, I don't know if i'm happy with what I see. Her face is almost unreadable. Whether she thinks I actually would hit Brittany, the love of her life, I don't know. I notice my tiny little puffball in her arms and I give a small smile. She's sound asleep, and purring if i'm not mistaken.
"You big softie. " I tease quietly, not exactly knowing where we stand. She looks down at Pez and shoots me a glare.
"Damn thing won't stop laying on me and shit. I think it's you in a past life. Except it don't talk about feelings, unlike you." She growls, but it's playful, which a good sign. I smile as she lets out a sigh. Here we go. "Rachel..."
"You know me, San." I start off, looking her right in the eye. "You know I would never hurt Brittany in a million years. I would rather cut off my own limb then hurt that girl!" I continue, my eyes pleading with her to believe me. I really hated not having anyone on my side. I needed her to believe me.
There's silence. It's killing me to just sit there in silence waiting for the answer that will either make or break me. If she believes that I did this, then I will officially be alone. As much as I spew out the fact that I don't mind being alone. I do mind. I hate it. I don't want to have to be alone anymore.
"I know you didn't do it." She whispers and my head snaps up. Her eyes look tired and I feel so relieved. "Ya, you're badass, but Britt, Q, and I are the only ones you would never hurt. I know that." She pauses, shifting the little kitten in her arms a bit. "When skanktron, flipper, and trouty mouth told me they saw you do it, I told them they were trippin." Santana says and I nod.
"Those bastards set me up, S!" I yell, picking up the lantern on the desk and chucking it across the room, letting it smash to pieces against the wall. I'm so angry. "They want me out of here." I say, quieter. I know that Finncompetent is just outside and I don't want to let him hear too much.
"So let's go then." She says, and my eyes shoot up to hers in shock. What? "Let's leave this fuckin' place and continue what-"
"No San. " I deny quickly. "Brittany's here and you are not leaving her." I say, firmly. The Latina looks like she was gonna protest but she doesn't and visibly deflates. She knows i'm right. "I told you before, the hell with the loyalty to me. Britt is the love of your life and that automatically trumps the best friend card."
"But..."
"But nothing, S. I'll be fine." I say, giving her a half hearted smile. "I've went alone before and I did fine." I tell her and although I see her nod, I know she hates the thought of me leaving.
"I don't want you to go." She admits, and it pains me to see a small tear make its way down her cheek. She quickly swipes at it, hoping that I don't see it, but I do. "What if..." I sigh and stand up, walking over to her. When I reach her, I pull her in for a hug which she immediately returns, albeit not fully due to the puffball snuggled into her arm.
"I'm gonna be fine, San." I whisper in her ear, hugging her tighter then before, careful not to squish Pez. "I promise you that it's going to be fine. Stay here. Be with Britt and enjoy what you can."
"I'm gonna prove your innocence, mija," Santana says, her tone telling me that she was dead serious. "I'm gonna find who actually did it and fuckin' kill them." She growls, pulling away from my embrace. Her eyes are dark yet I can't help but smile. No matter what, she will forever be loyal.
"Tell you what, " I begin, giving her a serious look, " I'll do the best I can to stay in the state. Always close by, never too far away." I promise with a nod. "If you need me, i'll be here in a flash." She quirks her eyebrow at me and I let out a laugh. "Ok, well not that quick but if you want to meet me, i'll be at that warehouse every second night for an hour at sundown, alright?" I say and she lets out a sigh of relief, nodding.
"Ok." She says, turning her gaze towards me. "I'll find out who did it, Rach. I promise." I nod, hoping that she did and that she could prove my innocence to Brittany, Noah, and Quinn. "I love you, ya know?" She whispers and I nod. "Don't go spewing that shit around, puta, cause I gots me a rep to hold, ya know?" She jokes, puffing her chest out a bit. I let out a small laugh.
The door suddenly bursts open and in walks in Finny boy with his whore partner, Bitchface. They're both red in the face. Ha. Try me, bitches. Just fuckin' try me.
"It's time for you to go, Rachel." The bitch says it with such distaste that I want to punch her in the mouth. So bad.
I'm about to open my mouth but I feel a sudden pain against my jaw and I stumble back a bit. I'm in shock, but I still manage to look up into Santana's eyes. They're hard and stony, to anyone who didn't know her, but to me I see that she's on my side, that she believes in me, and that she has to keep the others aware of her hate for me. I rub my jaw tenderly.
"You won't be touching my Britt again. Good riddence." She growls, turning and stomping out of the room. I sigh.
"Ya whatever, i'm ready." I say, shooting bitchface a glare when I see her smirk. Finn throws my pack to bitchface and pulls my hands around behind my back. Ew. He's touching me.
MAIN LOBBY OF BANK
I watch as people stare at me as i'm being ushered to the front door. I feel like i'm about to be exectioned or something. My eyes catch Santana's after a moment and I see that her eyes are hard; as to not let anyone be suspicious, however I see the pain in them as well.
When we reach the door, Finn lets go and gives me a little shove, to which I turn and glare at him. He throws my backpack at me which I catch easily. My eyes shift to a figure walking closer to me. My heart pounds wildly as I see the flash of blonde hair. When she reaches me, I almost expect her to slap me. She doesn't though. She stares at me, her expression cold. She then leans in so that her mouth is right next to my ear.
"I know you didn't do it." She whispers, shivers going down my back. I want to look surprised, but if I do, it might raise suspicion, so I keep my face neutral. "You wouldn't hurt Brittany like that. Carly maybe. " She continues and I feel a small smile on her lips as they ghost over my ear. Oh god. Fuck Carly. I want Quinn like right now. I'll make her forget that bitch. "I'll find out the truth, Rachel. I lied before. I will always lo..." She pauses and she really doesn't have to say anything else. I know what she is trying to say.
She pulls back and nods to Finn who backs off, a smirk on his face as he turns his eyes to mine for a moment. He then stalks away. Quinn gives me a hardened stare before backing up slightly, letting Santana come up to me, Pez in her arms. When she gets to me, she hands over my little fuzzball and also leans in.
"Quinn knows." I whisper, my face a mask void of any emotion. She nods and understands what i'm saying. I shift Pez in my arms and throw my backpack over my shoulder. The kitten mews quietly, but she hushes when I run a finger across her ear, scratching it slightly.
My eyes land on Brittany and I feel guilty as if I had done the crime. Her eyes are angry, yet heartbroken and it hurts to know that she thinks it was me. That she thinks that I would ever hurt her. I close my eyes tightly as I hear another person step up to me. It's Quinn again, except she has my lucky bat and shotgun with her. She hands them to me and I send her a grateful nod. She goes to turn away but I grab her arm gently, turning her around. I can feel everyone on edge at my movement, but Quinn shakes off their offers to help. Instead she lets me lean in to put my mouth near her ear. Nobody can see my face, as hers blocks mine, so I feel safe in what i'm about to do.
"I will always love you too, you know?" I whisper, hearing her small intake of breath. "I promise to, Quinn. Don't...don't give up on me." I know I sound broken and pathetic but i'm more sad now then I ever have been. I feel my eyes well up but I push the feeling back down. No way. I don't cry. I clear my throat and place my lips on her cheek, letting it linger for as long as possible. I pull away from her after a little bit and sigh.
"I wish you all the best." I say loudly, looking around the room, my eyes landing on those of Noah Puckerman. His eyes are stone cold, yet carried a hint of hurt. I stare at him a moment with sincerity before my face morphs into what I like to refer to as my 'warrior face'. "Well, most of you." I let out a cold laugh as my eyes catch Bitchface's and Finn's. I turn around, with Pez still safely in my arms, and push the door open. I'm ready to start my journey, once again. Alone.
TWO WEEKS LATER/PETE'S GROCERY STORE
"All I want is a fuckin' bag of Friskies you undead bastards!" I yell, letting my bat swing once more, knocking a large woman onto her ass, her head rolling about two feet away. I hear another moan from behind me and quickly turn around, narrowly missing a grabby hand from a rather old man zombie. Gross. I swing my bat once more, and homerun! It's outta here!
I look around the aisle that i'm in and sigh heavily when I don't see anymore zombies around. Thank fuck. It's been a crazy two weeks. I shift my eyes down the shelves and smile when I spot what I am looking for. I pick up the last five bags of Friskies cat food and put them in the shopping cart that I acquired. I'm gonna have to somehow get said shopping cart over the dead zombie body, but i'm sure I can do it. Damn you Pez! You cute little, fluffy bastard. So cute. I shake my head.
I throw in a couple of cans of tuna on my way along with a small little mouse toy, and pick up a few items for myself as well. I gotta eat too, ya know? When I reach the front of the store, I take a look around and notice that the place is pretty run down. Not much left here. Thank god it had cat food and some water. Pez was starting to eat my hair.
I walk out the door with the cart, taking precaution as I step up to my large Hummer. I take a quick look around before popping open the trunk and chucking all the stuff in, minus a bottle of water, a bag of cat food and the mouse toy. I take another look around before slamming it shut. Once it's shut I hop in my Hummer and smile when my little fuzzball starts to meow. Loudly. She quickly hops onto my legs and rubs against my stomach. I smile.
"Look what I have Pez!" I coo, grabbing the cat bowl I had acquired at Mel's Pet Store. That was an interesting trip. Almost got butterballed by a turkey. Don't ask. I pour some food in on one side and water on the other. Pez meows again and when I set the dish down on the floor of the front seat, she happily jumps down and starts to eat. "There you go, you like that huh?" I coo once again and smile, as I tip some water into my mouth, wincing at how warm it is. Oh well, beggers can't be choosers.
After Pez is done filling her gut, I haul her up on the seat once again and give her the mouse toy which, instead of playing with, she simply cuddles up next to and sleeps. Wish I could do that. I shake my head with a smile on my face. Cute little thing. I start up the engine adn begin to head towards the warehouse.
It had been a real hectic two weeks since being kicked out of the bank. I miss Santana and Brittany. I miss Noah. Most of all I miss the only girl that makes my heart work. Quinn has been on my mind daily and in my dreams when I manage to grab a couple of hours worth of sleep. I'm lucky that i'm not completely alone, I suppose, even if my company is with a cat that I talk to. Oh well. No one to judge, I suppose.
The first week was insane. I had to find food for both me and the little puffball which proved to be a harder task then I had originally thought. The first store I went to had lots of food still there, but no cat stuff. The second place I went to, I nearly got doggie piled. Literally. The third place I went to had so many zombies that a Colosseum would be embarrassed. At that point I was pretty pissed. So I had gone to the forth and final place. Mel's Pet Store. I walked in and quickly found what I was looking for. I grabbed a bowl and some food with a smile on my face. Then the unthinkable happened.
You know how people love Thanksgiving? Ya, well, i'm not one of those people. Considering I was vegan and all. I just didn't enjoy the holiday. Well, in that pet store, my nightmare came true. You see, I had found some turkey at a shop a couple of weeks after the zombie apocolypse started. I ate it. This was its revenge.
As I strolled down an aisle to go grab a collar for my kitten, there it was. Standing in all its' glorified, zombie state. A giant fuckin' turkey. How it got in a pet store, I will never know. But it was there. It looked at me with those beady little eyes of hell and I actually shivered out of fear. A zombie was one thing. A Zog, was another. However, this thing was in a whole fuckin' different category. It had fangs. It had a beak. It had god damn feathers. Ruffled, mind you. It had blood soaked into said feathers. Mmmmm delicious. NOT.
I remember is slowly making its' way towards me, gobbling its' evil ass towards me. It was like a Batman sound too. Real low and monotone. Creepy. I remember seeing it open its' beak, teeth flashing and stuff and...I shiver.
Nope, I can't think about it anymore. It was too horrifying. Santana would have laughed if she could see my fear of a damn turkey. Eventhough she would have been right there with me. She probably would have killed it though, whereas, I simply ran my ass away from it, cat food and bowl in hand. Fuck the collar.
The second week was a little better but not by much. I had run out of food eventually for the little puffball and went in search of more for her and for myself. I had went to a couple of strores but no luck. For some reason, the zombies seemed to be getting more frequent around these parts. I don't know why though. Then, my car had broken down and I had to fight off like twenty zombies, which was tough. I made it through, barely alive, and had to go to a store to get some medical supplies...where Bully, Tweetie and Finn's cousins lived. The zogs chased my ass around that store like I was the bunny in a dog race. I managed to get out of there, unscathed with some supplies but I was dead tired.
Like I said, it was a long two weeks. On top of all that, I had sat and waited at the warehouse every night, hoping to see Santana or Quinn to find me and tell me that it was alright. That everything was sorted out and that I could come back to them. They never came. My hope was starting to dwindle down and so was my body. I was making it through, sure, but my body just wasn't healing fast enough. Not enough to keep up with the injuries I got everyday anyways. Something had to change, and soon, cause in all honesty, I don't know how much more I was going to be able to handle alone.
So we won't be finding out who hit Rachel yet but i'm pretty sure that you can all take a guess on who it is. But will you be right? Hmmm lol Anyways, Rachel is on her own and will be for next chapter as well, which means no present time Faberry or Pezberry, however! There might be flashbacks...maybe lol I can tell you that a surprise will happen in next chapter though! Another two additions will be in the story! Yay! Oh, and just so you all know, yes, I am keeping our little puffball Pez in the story. Don't know why, but I like the thought of Rachel having something to care about when she's alone...hehe...anyways, until next time folks!