Okay, FYI this is from April's POV. mArTiNaMcBrIdErOx91 wrote chapter one. We're going to keep switching from April's POV to 3rd person between writers so if it gets confusing, I'm sorry. We're gonna start doin' other POVs too!

April's POV

I hate studying, I really do. It's just reading over some giant four pound text books for hours until you're brain hurts from overload, and how does that help anyone? I really don't get the point of History. It's already happened, people! Why do I need to learn this stuff?

After some time scanning over the giant History book I begin to get thirsty. I go off to find something to drink, when I come across Will's liqueur cabinet which somehow happens to be unlocked. I pull out some wine and take it back with me as I study the History book, taking a drink every few chapters. I hear the front door open and I look up to see Will, who seems worried about something.

"Hey, Will!" I say brightly, "Where's Rachel?"

"In the car, she won't come out with me," Will replies, "Could you try to get her?"

"Sure," I say, getting up and stabling a little on my way out.

I find Rachel in the car, and she's the saddest thing I've seen in a long time. She's cramming herself in the corner against the door, and she looks terrible. Her eyes look heavy and sleep deprived, her hair in a loose ponytail, wearing a old glee club t-shirt and black sweats. Nothing like that perky, but somewhat stuck up girl I saw a few years ago.

"Rachel? Sweetie?" I say softly. She looks up to see me. "Could you please come out of the car? We can't really help ya when you're scrunched in a corner."

After some coaxing she exits the car with me. I take her into the apartment when Will stops me.

"April, how could you start drinking again?" Will says, his voice coated with disappointment. "This is what messed you up last time!"

"Wha?" I ask.

"You were drinking when I was getting Rachel!" Will exclaims, holding up my wine bottle.

"I didn't drink THAT MUCH!" I exclaim, before muttering, "Not enough to get drunk anyways… Got Ra—where is she?"

I look around to see a door tightly closed. Rachel locked herself into the guest room. I look at Will with a worried look on my face.

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"Honey, could ya please come out?" I ask gently from behind the door.

It had been a while after Rachel locked herself into the guest room and Will and I had been begging her to come back out.

"Rachel, I'm sorry for yelling at April, please just come out," Will begs.

The door begins to open and Rachel comes out.

"Okay," she says taking a seat on the couch. "I'll tell you why I came back to Lima."

"Why?" I ask, joining her on the couch.

"I… I was raped by one of my cast members," Rachel says, burying her head in her hands, she mumbles, "I left New York right after."

"Oh, sweetie," I put a hand on hers sympathetically.

"Rachel, that's a terrible thing to happen to you. Now I understand how you acted in the car. I'll try to help you however I can," Will says.

"Me too," I add, looking at Will. "You need all the help you can get.