A/N: I'm sorry for the 21 days I was missing :( You know those times where the days are just kinda blurring together and you can't really remember accomplishing anything, but you know you've been super busy? That basically sums up my last three weeks. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this chapter! Thanks so much for all your reviews, favorites, and alerts! :3
Disclaimer: Glee is owned by FOX.
Summary: When Jesse St. James, the golden boy of McKinley High, and his goons take things too far, they realize their actions have more affect than they realize. In a whirlwind of emotions and heartbreak, Jesse begins to discover what it feels like to walk in the shoes of Rachel Berry. Rated M for themes of abuse, violence, attempted rape, suicide, and more.
Category:Glee
Genre/s: Romance/Hurt/Comfort
Story Type: AU/AT
Character Type: Jesse/Major OOC, Rachel/Major OOC
Rating: M
Pairing: St. Berry
Inspiration Behind Chapter: Hey You by Tokio Hotel
Geeks and M-Gleeks
"We're born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Only through
love and friendship can we create the illusion
for the moment that we're not alone.
-Orson Welles
I was still reeling from my encounter with Jesse and his posse. My wrist was throbbing and I didn't have the guts to go to the nurse's office. Too many questions would be asked and if answered, my fathers would get involved, and my every-day torment was something I had been trying to keep from them since it all began. They raised a strong, independent woman—or so they thought—not some cowardly misfit who nobody liked.
The halls were empty as I trudged through them, everybody sitting in their first period classes. I was nervously looking around, positive that I would be caught cutting class and would be given detention. I rounded the next corner and was again surprised at the emptiness. I managed to make it all the way to the lunchroom without being seen, and I grabbed some ice from the kitchen. Sighing in bliss at the numbing feeling of the ice, I slipped back out and went to my locker. Now that classes began, I felt safe and secure knowing no one would harass me as I gathered my books together.
I had just slammed the door shut when I heard footsteps coming in my direction. I quickly turned around and saw Mrs. Holsten, the school's vice principal, walking towards me, her head looking down at some papers. I frantically scanned my surroundings looking for anywhere to hide only to realize that I was surrounded by tiny lockers and no closets. I was trapped. I held my breath as she drew near, wondering if at any point she would look up from whatever was holding her interest. When she passed by, I didn't dare move in fear that she would still turn around. Once she turned the corner, I sighed quietly in relief and quickly began walking in the other direction for my physics class.
I was almost in the clear until I tripped and landed on my wrist, letting out a startled cry of pain. I shut my eyes tightly in preparation, hoping nobody heard me only to realize I could hear hurried footsteps in my direction. Mrs. Holsten's worried face came into view which turned to shock as my crumbled form on the floor came into view.
"Ms. Berry, are you alright?" she asked as she hurried towards me. I nodded, my face slightly grimacing in pain as I tried to get up off the floor, gathering my books in the process.
"Here, Dear, let me help you," she said hurriedly and made a grab for my arm to help me up. I tried pulling back, insisting I could get up just fine, but her hand managed to land on my bad wrist and pull me up. I yelped as shooting stabs of pain made their way up my arm and she quickly dropped me again, startled.
"Ms. Berry, what's—" Her voice stopped short when she saw the bruises already formed on my wrist, a clear indicator that they couldn't have appeared from when she tried to pull me up. Her eyes flickered between the bruises and my face, her shocked face and rigid posture sending me a message: she knew. Her face became sympathetic as she gently lifted me again, this time by the elbow, and she helped me grab my books and schoolbag. There was an awkward pause before I broke the silence.
"I really should be getting to class Ms. Holsten; I'm late enough as it is. Mr. Devino is probably already irritated over my absence." I made a move to leave, but she fell into step beside me.
"I'll walk you and tell him you were with me." Her gesture didn't surpass me, and I was irritated at her sweet, yet blatant attempt to try and do something nice for the girl who was obviously having a shit-tastic day. We walked in silence until we reached the doors and I subconsciously made sure my hair was okay and smoothed down my shirt and skirt. Her eyes were calculating every move I made, and they continued to watch me even as she knocked on the door. There was a pause in the teaching on the other side. The door opened to reveal Mr. Devino, his face becoming questioning at my appearance.
"Please excuse Ms. Berry, Rubin. She was with me." A look was exchanged between the two before he curtly nodded and ushered me in.
"Hurry up and take your seat, Rachel, you've already missed half of my lesson. Please get the notes from a friend." (And no, the irony of that statement didn't get passed me either.) I caught a glimpse of Ms. Holsten before the door was closed and Mr. Devino continued his teaching. I walked towards my desk trying to ignore the stares and whispers as I passed. I had almost made it to my desk when I heard someone call my name in a whispered voice.
"Wow Berry, you just can't seem to get anything right, can you?" It was Jesse, and I felt my stomach sink and my heart beat faster when I remembered he sat right behind me in this class. Inwardly cursing myself at my sudden lack of a brain, I looked down again and quickly took my seat. I tried to concentrate on Mr. Devino, but it was hard when you had someone whispering crude words in your ear and throwing spitballs at you. I tried to endure his torments, but after five minutes I recalled why I hated this class. As much as I liked the subject and teacher, I had the worst seat in the room (or rather, the seat every girl in the school wanted aside from me—after all, who wouldn't want to sit in front of him?)
Jesse St. James was in my grade. His talent rivaled mine in the musical department, and his fashion sense made him look gorgeous—although he did tend to wear a lot of black. He was also the captain of the glee club of MK High, aka: New Directions. He was loved by every student, teacher, and parent, was mega rich, got everything he wanted, and had the voice of an angel with a smile to match it. All in all, Jesse St. James was living the life I wanted to live. I didn't go to grade school with him because he used to live in the Carmel district, so the first day of freshman year was the first day I met him.
It only took a couple of suave words to the girls, promises of endless parties and supply of gaming devices to the guys, and a perfect record transferred over to the administration for Jesse St. James to take over. In other words, it took him all of one day. It took me one day to realize I had just committed myself to the pits of hell for the next four years.
I wasn't sure why he targeted me. Maybe I was just an easy target or I had done something to really piss him off that I couldn't recall. Either way, Jesse was out to get me, and I didn't know how much longer I could survive.
A/N: I have a pretty basic idea of where I want this story to go, but suggestions and ideas for chapters are completely welcome. :) This chapter is completely unedited and a bit hurried just because I wanted to get another chapter out, but if you find a mistake just let me know and I'll fix it. Review for a virtual hug from JGroff? :D
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