Brooke stood in the crowded house looking for her best friend. The party they were at wasn't really her thing. The kids were mostly high, if not high drunk and the smell of weed was overbearing. She hated that smell and someone around her was almost sweating it.

She hadn't talked to Felix since their fight at school and she didn't care too. The bruises on her wrist were turning a pretty purple and she had to make sure her outfit tonight covered them. She was trying to hide them from Quinn knowing that if she saw she would go into freak/bitch mood. Giving her the 'leave him, you can do better,' line. Yeah ok maybe she could find better, find someone to treat her better but she really had been with him so long she didn't really know how to handle not being with him.

"Hello gorgeous." The drunken slur and smell of beer whispered over her shoulder making her cringe.

"Hi." She mumbled over the rim over her cup not caring to look at him. She didn't need to see who it was; she didn't need to turn around to see the person trying to hit on her because it was always the same. The guys were always the same and being as she wasn't ever going to cheat on Felix she didn't need to even look.

"Want to dance?" He questioned placing his hand on her hip making her take a step so it dropped.

"No." was the simple answer that formed and it was almost rehearsed. Brooke was so use to this, the getting hit on and her answer 'no' now seemed almost robotic to these guys.

"Awe why not?" he pouted stepping around so he was now in front of her. He actually took her by surprise. He was attractive in that whole bad boy thing going on. He was far from her type with his eyebrow piercing, his shaggy black hair covering over his piercing blue eyes that seemed to burn through her. Yet he was still attractive somewhat.

"Because I don't want too." She told him again as he took a step closer so she was up against the wall behind her.

"Why don't I," he got a devilish smile as he placed his hand on hers that was holding onto her cup, "Get you another drink? Then we see about that dance." The no name offered.

Brooke opened her mouth to yet again tell him no but as she did the vibrating in her pocket stopped her. It was a text from Felix and though she thought it would be a sweet apology like she normally got she scoffed at his message.

'When you and Quinn stop being sluts come over here. I'm on my way to a good drunken state and if you don't come I will find someone else.'

"You know what." Brooke slammed her phone shut sliding it back in her pocket, "Another drink sounds fabulous."

Quinn fiddled with her phone as she watched the water crash. The warm breezy felt good against her skin and the smell of salt water she inhaled made her smile. It made her think about home, she missed home, she missed it so much sometimes and it really sucked she couldn't enjoy the perfection of the beach because it always made her mind wander back to home, to him.

Flashback

"Don't!" Quinn squealed as she ran along the beach avoiding the grasp of her boyfriend who was trying so desperately to get her in the cold water.

"Baby why do you come to the beach if you never get in?" he questioned reaching for her again but she just jumped passed him one again.

"Because the beach is warm and the water is cold!" She informed him but still laughing. She loved days like this, days of spending the whole night before making love to the boy she loved, waking up in said boy's arms and then coming to the beach where they spent the whole time playing in the sand. Days like this were perfect.

"Ok, ok I won't push you in the cold water." He gave her a half sided grin and she raised her eyebrow at him not so sure if she believed him or not, "Come here." He reached for her hand and after hesitantly she slipped her small hand in his bigger one as he pulled her into him, "However I didn't say I wouldn't carry you into it." He smirked sweeping her up into his arms before she could object or fight him off.

"No, no please it's so cold!" She squirmed in his arms, clinging tight onto his neck as he stepped into the water.

"Baby girl you keep moving I will drop you in it." He laughed as she stopped moving burring her face in his neck like it would stop the water she was about to feel, "Ok 1…" he counted down as she arched her body in his arms like she was climbing up him.

"Please..."

"2…" he bent his knees as he watched a big wave forming in the distance.

"It's going to be cold!" She cried feeling already the water that was splashing as he moved in it.

"3!" he yelled as he jumped into the wave taking them both under.

The water was just as cold as she thought and as they wrestled under the water she almost didn't care. His arms pulled her into him and the warmth of his body was enough for her.

"Now was it really that bad?" he asked as they swam up the edge of the beach laying on the shore as the water rushed over them.

"Yes it was." She told him in a matter of fact tone as she wiggled her body up his so she was lying on top of him, "But since I was with you its ok." She smiled tucking a stand of hair behind her ear leaning down and capturing his lips.

"I love you." He whispered pulling out of their kiss and pulling a piece of wet hair off her face, "God I am so in love with you."

Quinn smiled at the perfection beneath her. They really didn't come better than this, then him. He was the definition of the perfect boyfriend and she was lucky to call him hers, "I love you too." She smiled running her hand through his wet hair, "Can't really picture my life with you not in it."

"Well good," he smiled flipping them over in the sand holding onto her chin giving her a soft kiss, "Because you are stuck with me."

Flashback Over

"God…" She shook her head of it all opening her eyes annoyed it was blurred with tears. She shouldn't call she knew she probably shouldn't but it had been forever and before she knew it she had the phone in hand, number dialed and the ring echoed from the other line.

"Hello?" the tired voice answered with a yawn blinking a view times to wake up.

"Hey," Quinn's voice cracked missing the voice on the other line, "It's me."

"Come on." Darren, Brooke found to be his name begged as she started to move away from him.

"No." She told him but this time when she said it she wasn't annoyed, this time she was a little drunk and it came out a laugh as she tossed the cup on the counter, "I'm tired I don't want to dance anymore."

"Well how about I get you another beer?" he offered but again she shook her head no.

"I am already seeing double. I think a beer is the last thing I need." She told him running her hand through her hair that felt sweaty, "I'm just going to..." She started but stumbled some thanking Darren when he caught her, "Thanks but I am going to find my Tilley and I am heading home." She said trying to stand up to move again but got dizzy, "God my head is killing me." She slurred taking a few steps then falling into the wall.

"Why don't you lie down for a few minutes? There is a room just upstairs and I will find your Tilley whatever that is." He told her and Brooke slowly nodded as he took her by the arm walking her up the stairs.

"God my head has never felt like this before." She mumbled sitting on the bed closing her eyes tight feeling sick, yet tired at the same time.

"Well you did drink me under the table." He chuckled walking over shutting the door and locking it.

"Yeah but I didn't think it was that much." She widened her eyes feeling sick when she felt him sit next to her on the bed. Any movement made her feel sick, made her just want to throw up right there, "What are you doing?" she asked pulling away as he started to kiss her neck, "Stop." She cringed pulling away from him but he moved closer.

"You're so hot you know that." He told her running his hand up under her skirt.

"Stop it ok!" She told him again fighting to get his hand to get it away from her, "Seriously stop!' she panicked as she struggled to get off the bed. However once she did he grabbed onto her hand yanking her back down and rolling over on top of her, "Get off me!" She cried as tears trickled from her eyes, "Please get off of me." She begged hating that her voice cracked and that her throat felt like it was closing up.

"You really are a tease." He grunted her in ear as he ripped her shirt and started kissing up her chest biting her as he did, "I spent the whole night with you and I think I deserve something out of it!" He ripped at her skirt slipping his hand in the front.

"Help me!" she yelled yet the words didn't come out as his hadn't clamped down over her mouth. She bit down on his hand, wiggled around underneath him, did anything she could to get him off her; to get him away from her but it didn't seem to help. He didn't seem to stop. Her body was almost feeling numb, her vision going from fuzzy to clear and her whole body felt dirty as his hands roamed over her.

She wanted out, she wanted to close her eyes and not be here, she wanted to be anywhere but here. However no matter how tight she squeezed her eyes shut, how much she prayed to be somewhere else when she opened her eyes he was there and when she felt him undoing his jeans she knew what was about to happen. She knew what he was about to do.

"Someone help me!" She begged yet it came across more as a whisper over the loud music in the dark room.

"I'm sorry, I know it's late. I didn't mean to wake you up." Quinn apologized feeling guilty knowing it being almost 4 here and it being 1 back home.

"No, no you didn't. I just crawled into bed."

"You're such a liar." Quinn laughed but glad for it since she did want to talk, "I miss you Hales."

"I miss you too Quinn." She smiled missing her sister really more than anything, "How are you?"

"I'm ok.' She shrugged, "How are you and Nathan? Is he still treating you right?" She questioned but knowing the answer to that question. Nathan was crazy over her little sister. Somehow sweet little Haley James tamed the senior playboy.

"He is amazing to me." Haley smiled over at her boyfriend who was sleeping next to her, "Never been happier Quinn."

"I'm glad Hales." Quinn smiled truly happy for her sister as she picked at a piece of wood on the deck she was on. A silence fell over them as Quinn thought. Thought about her life, thought about her family back home, thought about everything.

"You going to ask or you just want me to tell you this time?" Haley teased breaking the silence knowing her sister only called late in the night was because her mind was wondering back to a certain boy.

"Not going to ask because I don't want to know." Lie. Both knew it was a lie; of course she wanted to know, "I mean he doesn't wonder about me so why should I wonder about him."

"Because we both know he wonders about you." Haley told her hearing her sister sigh on the other line, "How is David?" she asked knowing Quinn didn't want to talk about it.

"Still not him." She let out with a dry laugh, "God Haley I am so screwed up! I have David but am mad he isn't like someone who cheated on me!"

"You're not messed up Quinn." Haley told her shaking her head not letting her sister know she still doubted the cheating rumor, "You're just a James." She teased thanking when she heard her sister let out a laugh. It was a hurt laugh she knew but it was a laugh.

"You're right I am a James." She agreed, "When did you become so much smarter than me little sister?"

"Oh sweetie I have always been so much smarter." Haley laughed, "Its late Quinnie get some sleep and call me tomorrow ok."

"Ok." She whispered staring off at the ocean, "I miss you."

"I miss you too." She frowned wishing her sister was closer, "Love you big sister."

"Love you too. Bye Haley Bob." She said hearing her sister say bye before hanging up. Staring at the water a little longer she ignored the part of her inside screaming to call him and heading inside to find her best friend so she could go home.

It hurt less if she didn't fight with him. She felt less if she didn't shove him because when she shoved him he would shove harder into her or bit down on her somewhere. She could feel the blood on her lip where he bit her the last time she shove him; she tasted it when it slipped passed her lips into her mouth.

Nothing had ever hurt as bad as this did. Of course Felix had been rough with her sometimes but he never put fear in her like this. He never bit her, shoved in her when she begged him to stop. He never slapped her across the face when she bit hard on his neck he never did any of this and it hurt.

She thanked and cursed the alcohol in her. Thanked that it made her feel numb, made her feel as if it wasn't happening just a bad dream. She cursed it for drinking so much. She cursed for drinking so much he got her up here, got her body so weak she couldn't fight him off her and cursed that every passing second felt like an eternity.

She stopped screaming for help a long time again. She stopped begging him to stop; she stopped praying that she could magically not be here. It almost now felt like she was transferred out of her body, her mind. Looking at the wall so she didn't have to look into his eyes, so she wouldn't have the look of his face and eyes etched into her brain.

His grunts in her ear repulsed her, his smell made her ill and his sweat dripping off his nose on her skin felt like it burnt through her. She closed her eyes praying now that it would soon just be over.

"Brooke?" She heard a call over the loud music making her head snap towards the door.

"Quinn?" she whispered seeing Darren was so caught up in what he was doing to notice it. She took in a deep breath her eyes darting around the room trying to decide if she should yell, wondering what he would do if she screamed. The fear built up in her throat and when she heard her best friend's voice call her again this time right outside the door she screamed, "Quinn!"

His head shot up to look at her slamming his hand back over her mouth, "Shut up!" He demanded tossing his head over his shoulder at the door, "Shut the hell up!" He hissed tightened his grip on her face making it hurt. Brooke whimpered under his hand as the tears started to fall all over again.

"B?" she heard her best friend as the door cracked and her head poked in.

"Get the hell out!" Darren yelled squeezing tighter on Brooke's face to keep her silent.

"God sorry." Quinn apologized walking in on her best friend, "Quinn…" she heard a whimper making her head pop back up at the sight, "Brooke?"

"Get out!" He ordered again but Quinn ignored him as she walked into the room.

"Get off of her!" She snapped seeing her friend laying there, tears running down her face and clothes ripped, "Get off!" she yanked on his shoulder but his hand slammed her off falling against the wall.

Brooke heard a loud thud as Quinn's back slammed into the wall. Her head hitting just as hard as she slid down it. "Quinn help me." Brooke begged as she started to move hating as she did he slipped more into her, "Please help me." She pleaded.

"Shut up!" he told her reaching back slapping her across the face.

Brooke closed her eyes at the pain as he finally climbed off her fixing his jeans as he did walking over to her best friend who sat on the floor blinking open her eyes as she rubbed her head.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" he snapped yanking her to stand back up.

"Get off me!" Quinn yanked but he slammed her back into the wall making her cringe at the pain in her back, "You sick bast-" and her words ended when he slapped her like he did Brooke a few moments ago.

"Leave her alone!" Brooke yelled pulling him back but he like he did to Quinn slammed his hand against her chest throwing her back on her back.

"I'll finish with you in a second!" he yelled as Brooke laid on the floor, "And you are ruining everything!"

"What me ruining the fact you were raping my best friend!"

"Shut up!" he yelled slamming his hand against the wall above her should making her jump, "If your friend is slutting around and teasing everyone she deserves what she-" and his words got stopped by a hard hit to his head falling down, hitting his head on the nightstand by the bed as he did.

Quinn looked at her best friend who was standing in front of her with wide eyes. Her whole body was trembling, her tears were still spilling from her eyes and she looked a mess. Her bottom lip has blood slowly starting to stop coming from it, her shirt was ripped falling off her body and her skirt was hiked up with a torn in the side.

Then in her trembling hand was a baseball bat that made a loud noise as it dropped to the floor. The room was silent, neither moved as Quinn followed her best friends gaze to the motionless body on the floor.

Hey guys sorry for the late update. It has been longer then I hoped. On top of that sorry if this chapter isn't so great. I have never really written a scene like that before and wasn't really sure how to go with it. I hope you all review and let me know what you think :D