CHAPTER SIX

Noah had gone home to look after his little sister for a little while, Charles had told Rachel she needed to stay home.

"Daddy," Rachel started as she sat at the kitchen table while her father prepared dinner.

"Yes Pumpkin?" He asked.

"Noah's staying tonight," Rachel said picking at her nails.

"No Pumpkin, it's a school night and he slept over last night," Charles said.

"You don't understand," Rachel said quietly, an instant panic arising in her, "I need him."

"You'll survive, sorry but no means no," Charles said firmly.

"I-I…I hate you!" Rachel shouted, running up stairs in tears. She rang him the moment she threw herself onto her bed.

"Berry Juice?" Noah answered on the second ring.

"N-noah," Rachel sniffled.

"Shit Wifey what's the matter?" Noah asked with concern in his voice.

"I-I'm so scared! Daddy said you couldn't stay tonight," She took a shakey breath in, "W-what if he comes to get me?" She let out a gentle sob, curling herself into a ball.

"Shh, you're going to be fine, I promise," Noah whispered, his fingers were itching to rub along her back and his arms were itching to take her into them.

"N-noah, I-I can't, I just c-can't."

His phone started ringing, he instantly woke up and answered it.

"Rach?"

"Noah, its Charles,"

"Hello Sir," he checked the clock, 1.04 am.

"Listen, I know it's late but I'm really worried."

"Is Rachel okay?"

"She's locked herself in the bathroom, she crying and saying 'Noah check the closet' over and over again," Charles said. Noah pulled some sweats and a hoddie on and ran downstairs, jumping into his truck.

"On my way," He hung up speeding towards the Berry house. When he pulled up he went straight in and sprinted to Rachel's bathroom.

He knocked on the door.

"GO AWAY! NOAH NEEDS TO CHECK!" Rachel screamed, her voice was a little hoarse by now.

"I've checked, he isn't in the closet Wifey," Noah said through the door. Charles just stared at Noah as if he was out of his mind.

"Wifey," Noah whispered, "I promise I'll stay the night."

"N-noah?" Rachel soft voice answered him.

"It's me Rach," Noah replied. The door opened about half an inch and Rachel peered through the gap. Letting a huge sob escape her when she saw him. She immediately folded herself into his arms. Noah held her close.

"You checked?" Rachel asked.

"I checked." Noah pecked her head and then turned his eyes to Charles, "I'm gunna get her to bed, she needs to sleep."

Charles just nodded dumbly and left, shutting Rachel's door behind him. Noah pushed Rachel to sit on her bed, she stared up at him with her big brown eyes as he stripped to his boxers and they both got into bed. She immediately snuggled tight into his chest and uttered an 'I love you' before falling asleep.

When Noah woke up Rachel was still snuggled tight into him, her arm was round him, clutching him tightly. He rubbed his hand over his face, repeating his moms words in his head over and over, 'sooner or later she'll have to try and stand on her own two feet but she won't like it'. Rachel's door opened slightly and Charles popped his head round it.

"Morning," He said looking at Rachel who had tear streaks still down her face, "Wake her up and come down for lunch when you're ready."

"Sure, what time is it?" Noah asked, pushing Rachel's hair out of her face.

"It's 2 o'clock, too late for school now. But I-I just want to make sure she's okay." Charles mumbled. Noah nodded and Charles pulled the door closed and went down stairs.

"Baby," Noah whispered, kissing her lips. Rachel groaned and held him tighter.

"Time to get up Rachel," Noah chuckled. Rachel opened one eye and smiled up at him.

"Noah," She breathed out, kissing his chest softly.

"Your dad wants us down for breakfast." He pecked her lips.

"Okay," Rachel said stretching and pulling him up and into the bathroom. Noah watched her wash her face, brush her teeth and brush her hair. They went back into the bedroom and both got dressed.

"Thank you for coming last night, I don't know what I'd have done," Rachel said quietly.

"Rachel. You need to tell your dad," Noah said standing up and gently cupping her cheek.

"I-I can you do it? Please?" Rachel asked. Noah sighed and nodded, kissing her lips gently.

Charles was waiting for them downstairs and all three sat down at the kitchen table.

"I need to know what happened last night. What's going on?" Charles asked.

"Rachel…Finn…Finn's been hitting her and drumming into her head stuff that…well he shouldn't. But he-h-he raped her. She's not over it, I guess," Noah said quickly. He shoulda planned this out…

Charles gasped and stared at his daughter. "How long has this been going on?"

"A year and a half…but Noah's here now…I-I'm safe," Rachel said, leaning into Noah.

"Rachel what do you need? Do you need to call the police? Go to therapy? Do you need me and dad to come home?" Charles asked, a look of complete worry on his face.

"N-no. All I need is Noah. He keeps me safe a-and I feel safe with him…but no one else," Rachel said gripping Noah's thigh hard.

"But darling, Noah's a young boy. He needs to be able to breath…" Charles trailed off. Rachel was staring wide eyed at Noah.

"D-do you feel that way?" She asked, gulping back the tears.

"No, I don't. I love you too much. But I do think it would be good for you to stand on your own two feet a little bit," Noah said looking at her.

"What do you mean on my own two feet? You don't want me anymore do you?" Rachel stood up from the table, so fast her chair fell back, slamming loudly on the floor.

"Rachel," Noah got up, trying to catch her arm but she turned to him with all guns blazing.

"No! Puck. Just say it! I'm too damaged for you, aren't I?" She pushed his chest, "You don't find me attractive, you see my scars and you see him, just like I do…isn't that right?" She turned on her heel and sprinted upstairs, locking herself in her bedroom.

"M-my baby," Charles wept, "How long has she been like this?"

"Only a week or so," Noah mumbled. Charles put his head in his hands.

"Don't worry sir, I'll go and talk to her," Noah said turning to go up the stairs. He knocked on the door.

"Rach,"

"GO AWAY!" She screamed, "YOU DON'T LOVE ME SO JUST GO!"

"Rachel, I love you. You know that. So open this door before I break it down."

"DON'T YOU DARE!"

"One…" He waited, "Two…" Still nothing, "Three…I'm coming in!" He slammed his body into the door, bursting it open, only to be hit it the chest by her hair brush.

"Don't fucking throw shit at me wifey!" He warned her. She picked up a mug and tossed it at his head. It went slightly to the right and smashed against the wall, "Fuck sake, why are you mad at me?"

"Because you don't love me!" Rachel yelled back, picking up another mug.

"Bullshit. You know I do." This time the mug smashed to the left of his head. He quickly moved to the bed and straddled her hips, pinning her wrists above her head, "Why are you mad?"

"Finn's coming back to school on Monday and you're suppose to protect me. But you can't do that if you are pushing me away," Rachel whispered, staring up at him with angry, watery eyes.

Noah's face turned to anger then softened.

"He-he's coming back?" He asked through gritted teeth.

Rachel nodded.

"I swear I'll never leave your fuckin' side Wifey," He growled, dropping a heated kiss to the hinge of her jaw.

"Take me Noah," Rachel whispered.

"Rach-your dad…" He trailed off, hoping that would explain.

"My dad soundproofed my room when I was twelve."

Noah's lips claimed hers in a slow, loving kiss.

"Baby, I need to go home tonight, for Beth. Why don't you come with me?" Noah said pecking the corner of her mouth and climbing off of her.

"Okay," Rachel said getting up as well and slipping her arms into her jacket.

They pair went downstairs.

"Sir," Noah said to Charles, "Uh- I need to stay at mine tonight and look after Beth, is it okay if I take Rach with me?"

"Yes, of course. But I will need to have a chat with your mother soon," Charles replied.

"Okay see ya sir," Noah said making his way to the front door.

"Bye daddy," Rachel smiled, following Noah out.

When they pulled up in the Puckerman drive Noah's face went stony. There was a black truck in the drive.

He stormed into the house with Rachel on his heel's, the pair ran upstairs and pushed open Beth's door. Revealing Beth on top of a guy. She was in her bra with her tongue down his throat. His hands were down the back of her jeans, resting on her ass.

"FUCK SAKE BETH!"

A/N So there's the next chapter! Again I've got writters block so idea's are appreciated.

NEXT TIME: Miriam and Charles have a little chat and Finn comes back to school.