Chapter 1

Rachel gawked at the pages sprawled before her on the table. She took a sip of her vanilla latte as a tall-not quite as tall as Finn- guy strolled in, his short hair dark and his eyes like chocolate orbs. His eyes met Rachel and he flashed a smile. She returned the smile, slightly blushing. He was cute. She had her eyes set on Finn, but then again she didn't think that was going to go anywhere ever. He stepped in the short line and Rachel returned to her notes.

"Big test?"

Rachel looked up to find the cute guy standing above her, nursing a cup of coffee. She couldn't help the small smile that found her lips. "Yes. On the Scientific Revolution."

"Ugh history is the worst." He scrunched his nose. "I'm Jason by the way."

"Rachel." She grinned, gathering her papers into one neat pile. "Would you like to sit?"

"Sure." He said as he took the seat across from her. "So what grade are you in?"

"First year of high school." She replied. "You?"

"I'm a junior." He said. "You look so much older than a freshman."

Rachel blushed, pushing her hair behind her ears. "Do you go to McKinley?"

"No, I go to Carmel."

"Oh. I hear they have a great performing arts club."

"You hear right." Jason nodded. "We're famous for our glee club. I'm actually in it."

"Really? You like to sing?" Rachel asked, her smile growing wider.

"I do." He grinned.

"I love to sing. Singing is my life. Ever since I was three I dreamed of being on Broadway."

"So your pretty, you seem smart, and you can sing? That doesn't seem very fair." He laughed, taking a sip of his coffee.

Rachel giggled, feeling her stomach flutter with nerves.

The two talked for hours, until the manager approached their table. "I'm sorry, but it's closing time."

Rachel looked around to find the coffee place clean and empty. She glanced at her phone to find that it was past ten o'clock. "Oh my. I'm so sorry. I didn't realize it was this late."

"No worries." The woman said, wiping down the table.

Rachel and Jason both stood, pulling on their coats and exiting together. They stood by Jason's car, talking for another few minutes. The woman exited shortly after, getting into her car, and driving away.

"I should probably call my dads and get home. They're probably worried. I'm surprised they haven't called yet." Rachel said, shivering at the cold November air.

"Don't go yet. Let's go to my place or catch a movie." He said as he touched her arm.

"I'm sorry, I'd love to, but I have to get home. My dads are probably worrying. Maybe some other time." Rachel smiled.

The smiled dropped from Jason's face and a look a fury overcame his features. He grabbed her wrist tightly and pulled her towards the car door. "No, c'mon. We're going out."

"Owe! J-Jason, you're hurting me!" Rachel cried as an uneasy feeling settled in her stomach. She attempted to pull her wrist away, but he only latched on tighter. Her eyes wandered the parking lot, but found nobody around. "J-Jason, let go of me."

"No!" He growled as he dragged her to the woods behind the coffee shop. She struggled against his grip, but he was too strong. He threw her to the ground and kicked her abdomen. She drew in a breath as tears welled in her eyes. "Take off your clothes."

Rachel's heart began to pound as she realized what was going to occur. She scrambled to her feet, but he grabbed her waist and slammed her against a nearby tree. She let out a yelp and he slapped her across the face. "P-please st-stop."

He just ignored her, pulling her coat off and tossing it on the ground. He tore her shirt off, revealing a black bra. His hand slipped beneath her skirt and she squirmed at the unwanted touch. She began to scream for help, hoping somebody was around to save her. But he only became angrier, and after ripping her skirt off, he punched her abdomen. She let out a yelp, wondering how this turned so bad. How could someone so sweet turn into such a horrible monster?

His hands began to roughly wander her body and she wriggled against the tree, desperately trying to get free. He was too strong. He began to leave a trail of unwanted, hostile kisses down her neck, biting her in the process. His hand found the clasp of her bra and he undid it, tossing that to the ground, along with her other clothing.

Rachel was too terrified to even react to the freezing temperature against her bare skin. All that was going on in her mind right now was that this horrible boy was invading her. He suddenly attacked her lips with his and when he pulled away, she could taste the blood dripping into her mouth. She worked up all her strength and kneed him in the groin. She darted towards the parking lot when he bent over in pain, but she tripped and fell to the ground on a rock. She whimpered as pain shot throughout her knee. However, that suddenly didn't matter after Jason grabbed her again. He grabbed a clump of her curls and dragged her further into the woods. He shoved her to the ground and kicked her again. It sounded like enraged thunder as his hand clobbered her face, leaving a bright red mark. He threw punches at her, stopping her from getting up. "You bitch! I'll teach you a lesson. I'm going to get what I want and you're going to enjoy it."

"N-no. P-please." Rachel begged as tears streamed down her bruising face.

He crawled on top of her and his hand slipped beneath the waistband of her underwear. She let out a horrified gasp and thrashed beneath him, despite the pain coursing throughout her entire body. His body was crushing her tiny one, leaving her no room to breathe. "Jason, stop. Don't do this to me."

"Oh please, you were asking for this." He growled. She shut her eyes as his hands assaulted her body. She attempted to distant herself from the horrible situation, but failed. She hated the feeling of his hands on her. He was so violent that every touch left a mark. His dirty fingernails dug into her skin. She would not stop fighting, but with every squirm, he reciprocated with a stronger force, only leaving her more pain. She could practically feel the bruises forming beneath her skin.

Jason grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head. She thrashed, but once again, he only hit her in return. He unzipped his jeans with one hand and she lashed beneath him. "No, no, no! Please! Don't do this! Get off! Get off me! Stop! No, no, no!"

In one swift thrust, everything was taken from her. She let out a horrifying shriek and she sobbed in pain. "Please stop! It hurts! Please, get off me!"

Her pleads and whimpers were ignored as he continued his brutal assault. He swallowed her scream with his mouth and his grip became harder on her aching wrists. She felt like her throat was on fire from screaming, but that was the least of her pain right now.

He finally pulled away, kicking her as he pulled his pants back up. "I had fun. I hope we can do this again soon, you little whore."

And with that he took off. He disappeared into the parking lot, leaving her on the freezing ground, naked and bloody. She saw his car speed off and she curled into a ball, sobbing and trembling violently. She could feel the blood oozing out rapidly from between her legs and her entire body ached. She reached for her purse, which sat in the pile of her clothing, and grabbed her phone. Six missed calls from her dad. She hit redial and rocked herself as she listened to it ring. "Rachel! Where the hell have you been? We called you and you didn't answer. We were worried."

"Daddy, I need help. I was attacked." She choked out through a sob. "Please, Daddy. Help me."

Hiram felt his heart stop at his daughter's words. He almost dropped the phone. He grabbed his coat and started for the front door, signaling for Leroy to follow. "I'm on my way, Rachel. Stay on the phone with me. Are you still at the Lima Bean?"

"Yes." She whispered huskily. Her body was growing numb, yet the pain was still so intense.

"What's going on?" Leroy asked nervously as he hopped into the passenger side of the car.

"Dad and I are on our way." Hiram swallowed the lump in his throat as he pulled out of the driveway. "Rachel's hurt. She said she was attacked."

Leroy froze as a million thoughts ran through his head. His daughter was attacked. What did that mean? Was she attacked by an animal or a person? How badly was she hurt? How did this happen?

"Are you hurt?" Hiram asked.

"Y-yes. Everything h-hurts." She cried, her teeth chattering wildly.

"We're almost there. Is anyone around?"

"N-no. I'm in the woods. H-he left." Her eye lids grew heavy and she so badly wanted to shut them, but she was too scared. "I'm tired."

"Rachel, stay awake." Hiram shouted. She was tired? Did that mean she was approaching unconsciousness? How badly was she hurt? "We're pulling in now."

The tires screeched as Hiram swerved into the parking lot. Leroy grabbed a flashlight from the glove compartment before hopping out of the car and sprinting towards the woods behind the coffee shop. "Rachel? Rachel, where are you?"

They both paused when the sounds of sobs met their ears. Leroy turned to find his daughter curled in fetal position a few feet ahead, her back facing them. They both raced towards her, feeling their hearts stop as they examined the scene more carefully.

Her clothes were strewn nearby, torn and dirty. She was shivering violently, but they didn't know if it was due to the freezing temperature or fear.

"Rachel…" Leroy began, pulling his coat off. He gasped when he caught a better glimpse of her body, battered and bloody. He pulled his coat around her, his heart breaking when she flinched. He turned his head toward Hiram. "Call 911."

Hiram nodded, quickly dialing the numbers on his phone. "Take her to the car to warm her up."

Leroy knelt before Rachel, slowly reaching a hand out to her. "Rachel, it's me, Dad. I'm going to pick you up to take you to the car so we can warm you up. An ambulance is on their way, okay?"

"N-no!" Her voice cracked as she shook her head. "I want to go home and sh-shower."

It took everything in Leroy to keep himself from crying. He was going to kill whoever did this to his daughter. "I know, star, but you need help."

"Ev-everything hurts." Rachel's whisper was barely audible as she struggled to keep her eyes focused on her father.

"I know. It's going to be alright." Leroy said softly as he gently scooped her into his arms, bridal style. She whimpered, grasping onto his shirt tightly. "I'm sorry, pumpkin."

Hiram opened the back door when they approached the car. He ran around to the front, turning the car on, and turning on the heat. Leroy slipped in the back of the car, holding Rachel in his arms.

Her eyes fluttered shut before opening again. "I-I'm so t-tired."

"No, stay awake, Rachel." Leroy urged. "Fight it, Rachel."

Sirens screamed in the distances, growing louder with each passing seconds. Flashing lights illuminated the dark sky as they approached the parking lot. Two police cars sped into the parking lot, followed by an ambulance.

Leroy hopped out of the car with Rachel still in his arms and ran to the gurney the ambulance had just pulled out. He gently laid his daughter on the gurney and pressed a ginger kiss to her forehead. "You're going to be okay, Rachel."

A man in a paramedic uniform, who appeared to be in his thirties, hovered above Rachel. He poked and prodded at her, only causing further distress to the frightened girl. "St-stop! P-please don't touch me!"

"What the hell is wrong with you? That is not protocol, especially to a traumatized patient." A woman, whose dark hair was pulled back, whispered angrily to the man. She softened her voice as she stood beside Rachel. "Hi Rachel, my name is Sara. I know you're hurt and scared, but we're not going to hurt you, okay? Can you tell me how old you are?"

"Fourteen."

Sara's face faltered for a second. "Okay, We're going to help you and take you to the hospital. Do you want your dad to ride with us in the ambulance?"

"D-Daddy." Rachel whimpered.

Hiram nodded, turning towards his husband. "I'll go. Go home and change and bring her some comfy clothes. I'll meet you at the hospital."

Leroy nodded, glancing down at his shirt that was tainted with his daughter's blood. He took the keys from Hiram and kissed him on the forehead. "Keep me posted until I get there."

They loaded Rachel into the ambulance and paramedics scrambled to help her, which only seemed to further frighten the girl. Hiram stood by her head, holding onto her hand and whispering soothing words. "You're going to be okay, pumpkin. These people are going to help you. I won't let anything happen to you."

"Lucy, Start an IV. James, cover her with blankets, I'm suspecting hypothermia. Amanda, apply pressure to the wound on her left knee." Sara commanded, grabbing a towel. "Rachel, I know you're very scared, but just remember that we're helping you. I'm going to put a towel in between your legs to help stop the bleeding, okay? I want you to focus on my face. I'm not going to hurt you."

Rachel fixed her eyes on the woman before her, but she struggled to focus. There were too many people touching her. She felt too much. This was all too much for her. She thrashed when she felt Sara's hands on her inner thighs. These hands were gentle, much different from Jason's rough ones, but she couldn't seem to separate the two. "N-no! Please!"

"Shh, it's okay. I need you to relax so you don't hurt yourself further. I'm just putting a towel here." Sara soothed as she squeezed the towel in between Rachel's legs.

The vehicle suddenly came to a stop and they began to usher Rachel into the emergency room, Hiram following behind. "Fourteen-year-old girl, suspected sexual assault, and hypothermia."

The several voices faded in Rachel's ears. She couldn't focus on anything other than the overwhelming fear and pain. She wanted to close her eyes and succumb to the darkness her body was craving, but she was too scared. She was too scared she would see him if she closed her eyes.

"Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to leave." A nurse said to Hiram.

"I can't stay with my daughter? She's very scared."

"I'm sorry, but you can't be in here." She frowned sympathetically. "I promise I will get you as soon as you are allowed back in."

"Thanks." Hiram sighed, gently pulling his hand away from Rachel's. "Sweetheart, I can't stay in here, but I'm going to be right outside in the waiting room, okay? The doctors are going to help you."

"No! Don't leave me, p-please." She sobbed, reaching out for him.

"I can't, I'm sorry. But you're safe now. I promise." Hiram started for the door; his heart breaking with every whimper and sob that escaped from his only daughter.

"No! Stop it! P-please." Rachel thrashed at the surrounding doctors and nurses. There were too many people.

Hiram stepped out of the room, regretting it at soon as the door closed behind him. He closed his eyes at the sounds of Rachel's terrified and pained cries. He wasn't completely sure of what happened to Rachel, but by Rachel's reactions and injuries it was assumed that she had been raped. She was only fourteen. She was too young to go through something like this.

Hiram spent the past fourteen years doing everything to keep his daughter happy and safe and suddenly that all came crashing down. It felt so surreal; like some kind of horrible nightmare that he couldn't wake up from. He's read about this in the newspaper, seen it on the news or shows like CSI, but never did he think his daughter- his baby girl- would go through something as horrible as she did.

There were a million thoughts swarming through his mind. Was she raped like the doctors said; like it appeared? How badly was she hurt? Who hurt her and why? Where was the person that hurt her? Would she be okay? Would she ever be able to get through this? Why did he let her go to the Lima Bean tonight? Why didn't he go look for her when she didn't answer his calls?

Guilt was consuming him. If he hadn't let her go to the café, this would never have happened. However, the thing that was really bothering him was the fact that he didn't go there when he and Leroy started to worry. She told them she would probably be no longer than eight and that she would call if she needed a ride otherwise she would just walk the short distance to the house. Leroy began to worry when the clock hit nine and his daughter still was not home. Hiram was the one who insisted she probably decided to stay longer. It was past ten when they both began to worry, knowing that the Lima Bean had already closed. They had called her phone countless times and received her voicemail time after time. Yet neither of them thought to go to the Lima Bean to make sure she was okay. Hiram told his husband that her friend, who was possibly meeting her there, showed up and the two went somewhere else. If he had just gotten in his car to check on her, he could have prevented all of this.

If only he could go back in time.

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