A/N: Sorry for the long wait. I've got other stories that I've been working on and this one is particularly hard to write because of the material. I hope you all enjoy this one. I know that there are a bunch of grammar mistakes in the sentences in the second part, but just go with it. Other than that, please R&R! 3

The next few days were simply amazing. Finn thought that even though they had a lot to do, they should take a break and try to enjoy the city. He knew that she was a bit afraid of the city after what had happened and he needed to change that.

He set up picnic in Central Park one afternoon. Finn brought her to the picnic area and surprised her. He even had the airplane cups. She was thrilled. It was just what she needed.

"So, how are you feeling?" Finn asked. He had been asking that more often these days.

"Better. Much better." She said with a smile.

"Are you falling in love with the city again?" He asked.

She thought for a moment. "Yeah." She replied. "With the city and with you."

He smiled back and bent down to place a gentle kiss on her lips. They then went back to their lovely lunch.

"Um." Rachel spoke up. "I got an email from NYADA yesterday."

Finn looked up. "What about?"

"Well, the head of the theater department heard that I was going to try out for the last musical and he just wanted to give me the opportunity to try out for the next one."

"Really?" Finn asked. "I wonder why he did that."

"I don't know. I guess that he heard what happened and felt bad about it." She paused. "Actually, I probably shouldn't do it. I don't want an audition out of pity."

Finn grabbed her hand. "No, Rach. You should do it. Even if it is out of pity, they will love you and it could be the start to your career."

Rachel looked up at him. He noticed something right away. That spark. He saw it. It was back in her eyes. He hadn't seen it in so long, he'd forgot that there ever was one. He had to kiss her right then and there.

-X-

Every night since the meeting with the detective, Rachel had been having nightmares. Most of which, Finn can calm her down from, but some were just too terrible that she would not be able to go back to sleep.

This was one of those nights. After much reluctance, Rachel finally convinced Finn to go on back to sleep. She told him that she would just do some reading or something to try and get her mind off of it.

She took her book and walked over to the chair in the corner of the room and turned on the lamp. She opened the book and looked at the page.

A few minutes passed and she realized that she was just reading the same sentence over and over. She decided to just let her mind wonder. So she sat back in the chair and closed her eyes.

She started to think about everything that had happened. Then she thought about what the detective had said. She couldn't believe that there were four other girls. She wondered how they were dealing with this. She figured that some were probably moving on with their lives, but maybe just one of them were in some sort of institution because they just couldn't deal with it.

She sighed. She didn't want to end up like that. Rachel wanted to be normal again. She didn't want to feel scared. There was only one way that that would happen. The guy had to be in prison. She was sure of that.

But how? The detectives were working on it, but there's only so much that they can do with the information they've got. Then she thought of how much she knew. Not much.

She decided to run through what had happened again in her head. She walked herself through it.

Rachel was walking on the street. She had her iPod in. What was she listening to?

It was something catchy. Oh, she remembered, it was "Call Me Maybe."

She had just bought it. For some reason, it made her think of Finn. She was walking along with the beat, thinking of Finn. She was relatively happy at that point.

Then she felt it. Someone push her into the alley nearby. At first, Rachel had thought there must have been some sort of mistake. Maybe they thought that she was someone else. Someone bad or evil.

She heard a the person's heavy breathing. When they didn't get up, she knew something was most definitely up. But what? What happened next?

Rachel freaked out. That's what happened. She screamed. Or tried to. He covered her mouth harshly. She was taken by surprise. She dropped the pepper spray that she had retrieved from her bag a few streets back. That was her only defense. Now what?

He started grabbing at her things. "Call Me Maybe" ended abruptly. She was unable to hold onto her bag. Rachel paused for a moment in her thoughts. What did she see while this was happening?

He had a T-shirt on. A black one. She tries to focus on his arm. There was some writing on it. Two words. One looked like angel. That was odd. Can't be right.

She focused her thoughts back on what the guy was doing. He was reaching behind him and grabbed something. A gun. She heard a click. She remembered that she felt like she was truly helpless at that point. She shuddered at the thought.

He then spoke to her. His voice. It was scratchy. His breath smelt of smoke. He must be a smoker. His voice was low. It struck pure fear into her. She tried to move onto the next thing quickly.

She was thrown to the ground. It hurt. He was strong. Very strong. In fact, he was built. Very muscular. She remembered looking up at him as he stood over her. He was tall. Not as tall as Finn. More like Mr. Schue's height. She still couldn't see his face.

The fall hurt. She screamed. He didn't like that. He pulled the gun back out. He seemed afraid that her scream would alert someone of what was going on.

He then dropped down on top of her. He hovered over her for a minute. He spoke again. His words hurt. She felt tears finally fall down her face. His hands roamed over her clothes. That was until he reached her skirt. He gripped it and pulled. She felt the fabric ripped as it left her body. The article was thrown to the side.

She looked straight at his face then. He was sweaty. He was tired. That was when she saw his eyes. Shining green. Then his right eye twitch. A beat passed and then her underwear joined her skirt.

That was when it hit her what was happening. Like truly hit her in the gut. So she fought. She punch at his face. She kicked at his legs. He was aggravated. He started squirming to try and stop her. Then she got her shot in. A knee right to the groin. He seemed to shrivel up as he grabbed himself to stop the pain. He was distracted.

She bolted. This was her chance. She felt a surge of adrenaline rush through her. Then it ended. He grabbed her, causing her to fall. She continued her fight against what might happen. She punched him in the nose causing him to recoil, but not give up.

He reached behind him and grabbed that gun. He was no longer aggravated. He was pissed. He hit her over the head with the butt of the gun. She was dazed. She felt as though she was watching this happen to her, but couldn't stop it. In fact, she could no longer feel anything. Her body was numb. So she did the only thing left she could. She screamed at the top of her lungs.

She screamed.

And screamed.

"Rachel!" She heard.

It was Finn.

"Rachel!" He yelled again.

She slowly felt her body start shaking. No. Someone was shaking her.

"Rachel! Wake up!"

She opened her eyes. She was in the chair. Finn was standing in front of her, staring at her.

He pulled her up into his arms. She stayed there shaking. The dream. It was so real. It felt like what had actually happened.

Maybe that's because it was.