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WILL'S POV
I think Rachel cried the entire way back to my apartment. I'm not really sure though because, she was huddled in the corner, and her eyes were closed. We are, well, me and April are sitting in my living room. Rachel is in the shower, and has been for almost an hour.
I know for a fact that Rachel is not okay right now. And she probably shouldn't be in the shower for as long as she has been. I look at April, who now has a math book in one hand and a pencil in the other. "Hey, can you go check on Rachel for me?"
She nods, puts down the book and walks into the bathroom. While April is helping her, I hear some screaming, all Rachel's, crying, and April's soothing voice trying to calm Rachel down. I really don't want to know all that was said in there, or what happened. I'm not forcing either one of them to say anything, it's probably for the better.
The rest of the night was interesting. Filled with sleeplessness, more screaming, and lots of crying, all of it Rachel's. Sunday came and was pretty calm, except for I don't think Rachel got any sleep. April and I have both tried to reassure her that nothing bad was going to happen while she's with us, she's too traumatized to understand it right now.
Monday morning came way too soon. When the alarm, well Rachel's screams, woke me up I didn't want to go to work. Part of me didn't want to leave Rachel alone because she's so fragile, and the other part of me didn't want to get out of bed. I roll over and notice that April's spot is empty, she's already across the apartment in Rachel's room.
I get up and get in the shower. And thirty minutes later when I get out, April is laying back on my bed, staring at the ceiling. "She okay?" I ask.
"No, Will. She's not." the blonde woman yawns, not looking away from the ceiling.
"You can take the day and stay here with her if you want to." I tell her, knowing that Rachel is not ready to be alone.
"Math test. History quiz." she sighs, making her way into the bathroom.
"Okay. I'll let you call Rachel at lunch and check on her. And in Spanish if you need to." I tell her, but the shower is already running and I don't think she can hear me.
While April is getting ready, I quietly venture into the guest bedroom where Rachel is laying on the bed, completely covered up, crying and looks like she hasn't slept at all. "Rach?" I gently ask, not getting too close to her.
"Go away." She quietly says, completely terrified.
"Hey, it's just me, Will. I'm not gonna hurt you, I promise. I just wanted to make sure you're okay." I calmly explain to her.
She doesn't respond, just pulls the covers over her head. "April and I have to go to school, it's Monday. April is going to call you around lunch time, okay?"
"NOOOOOOOOO" is all I get in response from her and I hear April's running footsteps behind me.
"What on earth are you doing Will? She's scared out of her mind right now!" April asks me. She's still not ready, wearing jeans, a McKinley shirt and her hair is still in a towel.
"I was just checking on her. I told her that we were both going to school and you'd call her around lunch time to check on her…" I explain.
April just glares at me, and I leave to go make a cup of coffee. Twenty minutes later, April is in the kitchen, already looking exhausted, her hair in a loose pony tail, and hardly any make up on. "Let's go Will. We're gonna be late."
I nod, grab my briefcase, car keys and hear April tell Rachel goodbye, again.
RACHEL'S POV
This is crazy. I'm at my old teacher's apartment, in bed, scared out of my mind. He's just left me alone, so he can go to work. The only person who has actually taken care of me while I've been here, is gone too. So I don't know how I'm going to get through this.
I really need to call the crew back in NYC and let them know where I am, but I'm afraid that if I do, he's gonna come find me and kill me, like he said he wanted to. I'm glad April and Will don't know what happened, other than he raped me. Because I just can't relive it again, even though I do every time I close my eyes.
I'm exhausted. I just want to sleep, maybe if I could, I'd feel a lot better, but I see him every time I blink. And I'm really scared right now, I wish Will hadn't left me alone. I could call my daddies, but I'm kinda scared of men, everybody teacher wise that I know I could call is working, but Ms. P might be in her office, but then again, I don't want her to tell Will that we talked.
Maybe Santana. I could call her, I haven't talked to her in a long time. I don't really know what she's doing now, because the last time we talked she was at Ohio State.
I really wanted to call her a lot earlier than I did, I just couldn't make myself get out of bed. It's already eleven thirty by the time I try to find my cell phone. Once I get up out of bed, I realize how sore I really am. After sitting on that bus and attempting to sleep on the uncomfortable bus seat for a night really did a number to my already bruised up body.
After about five more minutes of searching for my phone, I finally find it on the coffee table in the living room, with about a million missed calls. I don't have a million really, just like a couple hundred, and lots of text messages. Some are from him, which scare me a lot. I probably should call Will or April and let one of them know, but I'm just too scared.
Most of them are from the rest of my cast, concerned about where I am, and I like the fact that they care, I just don't want them to tell him where I went. One is from Will, telling me not to worry and that I'm not going to get hurt while I'm at his place. The only one I reply to is April's, because she just might be the only one who can understand me.
So after texting her for a while, I finally get the nerve to dial Santana's number. After about 4 rings she picks up, "Rachel?"
"Hey, Santana, what's up?" I quietly ask.
"Not a whole lot, just getting ready to go to class. I'm going to graduate in May." She tells me.
Part of me tries to smile, I'm really happy for her because she worked really hard to get into Ohio State. "That's awesome San, let me know when graduation is…" I reply.
"Will do. What's up with you? Are you still in New York?" she asks me. I'm afraid to tell her where I am.
"No… I'm not…" I reply, barely above a whisper.
"Why?
"Yeah…" I mumble.
"Oh god, Rach, are you okay? Where are you?" She asks.
"I… I'm at Mr. Schue's apartment…" I manage to tell her, biting back tears.
"WHAT? Why? Is anyone there with you? Do you want me to come over?" she asks, obviously worried.
"No, you don't have to come. April is with him again, going to school. They're both there now. I'm by my self…." I tell her, trying to avoid talking about the rape.
"Oh, god. So I'm just curious, what happened that made you come back?" She calmly asks.
"I… I was…" "I was raped…" I tell her, crying again. But this time, April's not here to rub my back, tell me it was gonna be okay, and I kinda want her here right now. This is not easy.
The girl on the other end of the line is silent, all I hear is background noise. "Santana?" I timidly ask.
"Rachel, do you need me to come over? Seriously, I can skip class." she asks me.
"Go to class. I'm okay. They'll be here in a few hours anyway" I tell her, not wanting her to see me like this.
"Rach, you're not okay. You're crying, alone in Schue's apartment, and obviously scared…" she tells me.
"Whatever San, you're not coming over. Go to class, we can talk later…" I reply wanting to get off the phone.
"Okay. But really Rachel, you need to talk to someone, okay?" she says, and hangs up the phone.
I hear the clock gong, noon. Will's lunch period, I kinda want him to call me, but then again, I don't… I just wish this never happened to me.
I lean back on the couch, even more exhausted than before, but my phone beeps. It's him texting me again, scari Did something happen?" she asks me.
ng the crap out of me. I ignore it and start typing a new message to April, letting her know that he's been texting me.
Thirty seconds later, she texts back, saying that she's told Will and they're on their way home. I reply attempting to tell them it's nothing, and they should stay at school, and I'll be okay for a few more hours. She quickly replies back and tells me that they are already in the car pulling out of the parking lot.
I throw the phone on the floor, but it doesn't break. I'm crying, again, but they'll be here soon. I hate him, I hate myself, I hate everything right now… I don't understand why he had to do this to me, it hurt so much.