Written by me, mArTiNaMcBrIdErOx91. I hope you enjoy this chapter, we're really sorry about the long wait. April's POV written by Broadway Babe WA
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WILL'S POV
Rachel is completely terrified. She won't even look at me, thank god April is here. I know I said I was going to wait until the morning to talk to Emma, but something needs to be done, now.
"Hey…" I say, as calm as I can possibly keep myself at the moment. April looks at me attentively, but Rachel closes her eyes. "I know this is probably not what you want to do, but we really need to call the police. They can arrest him and make him suffer for what he's done…"
Rachel shakes her head no, and screams that he'll find her and kill her.
April sighs, "Just wait, Will. She's not ready to deal with something like that yet…"
"Okay, April. But we need to do something, she's not going to get better this way. Remember how I told you I was gonna talk to Emma tomorrow?" I reply.
"Yeah, Will, that might be a good idea. She'll be able to help…" the blonde woman replies.
"I don't think waiting until tomorrow is going to be a good idea. I'm gonna call her now," I say, leaving the room to get my cell phone.
I sit down at the kitchen table, slowly dial Emma's office number, and look at it for a good five minutes before I press the call button. After two rings she picks up.
"Will?"
"Emma, I need a couple of huge favors…" I reply.
"Like? Is everything okay?" she asks.
"First, I need someone to cover my Glee period, and cancel practice. Do you remember Rachel from a couple years ago?" I slowly ask.
"Yeah, I'll cover Glee. What's up with Rachel?" she replies.
I'm relieved she's gonna help out with Glee, "Rachel's been at my apartment for two weeks. She's in pretty bad shape…" I explain.
"Oh God, bad shape? What happened?" Emma frantically asks.
"Em, she was raped by one of her cast members. She took a greyhound to Dayton, and called me to come get her. April's been taking care of her, and she's not getting better, and April's getting worn out," I explain, trying to keep calm.
Emma is silent for a minute, "That would explain the reason why April's grades have slipped. How bad is Rachel?"
"She can't sleep, won't eat, and the man keeps texting her saying he's gonna kill her. Every time she closes her eyes, she screams, I guess because she sees him. April is constantly by her side, making sure she doesn't hurt herself, and calms her down every time she starts screaming, gets a text, or freaks out."
"Okay. Well, there are a few things you could do. I can come over and relieve April for a while, so she can sleep, shower, and work on some stuff, I can recommend some people and treatment centers that could help Rachel, or, you could call your mom, Will. I know Rachel never had a mother, so that might be what she needs to help her heal…" she replies
"I'm not sending Rachel to a treatment center. It would be like kicking her out, which is basically what happened to her. Until I can get my mom here, could you come over? April is exhausted, she's struggling to stay awake, and calm for Rachel," I tell her.
"Of course. I'll be over right after Glee. I'll explain to Figgins what's going on, and I'll be there as soon as I can," she calmly says.
"Thank you so much. I'm going to call my mom and explain to her what's going on. I know it's almost time for Glee, so I'm going to let you go. They're working on country stuff right now, so let them work on some of their stuff for you," I say and hang up the phone.
I put the phone down on the table and run my hands through my hair that Sue just can't stop making fun of. I then pick up the phone and hit speed dial one, for my mom. I listen to it ring for three times.
"Hey Will!" she answers, happy that I've called.
"Hey mom…"
"Will? Is everything okay?" she asks, noticing the stress in my voice.
"Not really, I need you to come over…" I reply.
"Why?" she worriedly asks.
"This might sound crazy but, one of the kids that was in my Glee club three years ago has been with me for two weeks. She was raped in New York City, and came back because she thought I could help her. Well, since April's been with me, she's been a huge help. But Rachel's not getting better…" I explain.
"Oh God. What can I do?" she asks.
"Well, Rachel can't sleep, won't talk, won't eat, screams every time she closes her eyes, and the guy who hurt her texts her threatening to kill her. April's been really good about helping her get through the nightmares, panic attacks, and all kinds of stuff. But it's taking a toll on April. Her grades are slipping, she's losing sleep, and is just exhausted," I reply.
"I'll be over soon. I'm gonna tell dad what's up, and I'll be there. How long do you need me to stay?" she tells me.
"Well, I've got Emma coming over in about an hour. She's gonna cover Glee for me and then she'll be here. So you have some time to get your things ready and get out here. Hopefully it will only be a couple of days," I reply.
"Okay. So things will be okay until later this afternoon then?" she asks.
"They should be. With Emma here, it should start turning the situation around," I tell her.
"Alright Will. I'll see you around five or six."
"Thanks mom…" I reply, and she hangs up.
Back in my living room, Rachel is crying again. Or, has never stopped crying, I can't tell anymore.
"I talked to Emma, she'll be here in about an hour, and my mom will be here later this afternoon," I explain, mostly to April.
This is when I notice the dark circles under April's eyes, her messy hair, and how pale her face is. "April, do you want me to sit with her for a while?"
I notice Rachel's body tense up when I suggest this, "Rachel… can you look at me for just a minute?" I calmly ask, afraid of how she's going to respond.
It takes her a while, but eventually, she slowly lifts her head up and I smile at her. "Hey, Emma is going to come over for a few hours and let April have some time to catch up on her school stuff. Then my mom will be here tonight."
She gives me a worried look and then gives April the same look. "Don't worry, April's not going anywhere. She just needs some time to herself, only a few hours…" I reassure her.
She hangs her head, and sighs. "You hate me…" she whispers, to no one in particular.
"No, Rachel. We don't hate you, we're doing this so to help you get better. April can't help you very much if she can't take care of herself," I explain.
"Will, I'm going to go rinse off in the shower. Can you sit with her until I'm done?" April asks.
Rachel's body tenses up, again. This does not go unnoticed by April.
"Hey, Rach, listen. We really want to help you get better. We're going to start really small, I'm gonna be in the shower for no more than twenty minutes," she explains.
"DON'T LEAVE ME IN HERE WITH HIM!" she screams, curling up into a ball.
April sighs and looks at me, "I guess I can wait until Emma gets here…."
Rachel doesn't respond, just rocks back and forth on the couch. Thankfully there's a nock on the door, Emma's not supposed to be here for another forty five minutes, so it scares me a little bit. I cautiously open the door and it's her.
"I thought you were in Glee…"
"Figgins. He's got it under control. He decided that I needed to get over here quickly so he's covering the club," she calmly replies.
"Okay. Great, well, Rachel's in the living room…" I explain, only to be interrupted by a loud sob, or scream, I can't tell anymore.
"I'm guessing that's her…" she sadly says.
"Yeah. She's having a really hard time coping…" I begin, but Emma has already made her way into the living room and by time I get there, she's already sitting on the other side of Rachel.
"Hey, Rachel…" she quietly says.
Rachel is quiet for a few minutes before responding, "Ms. P?"
"Yeah, I'm here. I know you're really scared, but April really needs some time to herself so she can relax and do some of her school work…" she slowly says.
Rachel just looks at her, unsure of what to say. Emma notices the dark circles under Rachel's eyes, and how thin she's gotten, I can tell because of the concerned look she's giving me.
"Rachel, I really want you to try to stop crying okay? It will make it easier for you to talk and breathe," she gently says.
"I… don't… think… I… can…" she sobs.
Emma puts her hand on Rachel's back and starts rubbing it, "Shhh. Rachel, breathe with me okay… big breath in through your nose… and let it out slowly through your mouth…"
Rachel's first breath is shaky, because she's still crying, but after a few more, she's a lot calmer than she was before Emma got here.
"Wow, Em.." I smile.
April has leaned back on the couch, and is sound asleep.
I quietly motion in her direction and Emma sighs, "One at a time Will…"
"Great job Rachel. Honey, when was the last time you had something to eat?" she asks.
"Uhmmm…" she mumbles. Emma looks at me.
"We've tried everything…" I add in my defense.
"You've got to be starving, honey. Let's get you a little something…" Emma calmly says.
Rachel shakes her head. "At least drink some water, or juice," I hear, focusing on Emma's concerned eyes, trying to figure out what she's thinking.
"I have some grape juice… do you want me to get you some?" I ask.
"Sure Will, that'd be great," Emma replies, mouthing that I should bring her a glass as well.
I walk into the kitchen, with a million and one thoughts running through my mind. It jumps from the things Emma has in mind, how to take care of April, now that she's worn herself out. What my mom's initial reaction to the situation is going to be, and what Figgins and Sue are going to have to say. Back in the living room I hear more soothing words come out of Emma's mouth, but I'm not focusing on them at the moment, so I'm not really sure what she's said.
I return to the living room and find April curled up in the corner of the couch sleeping, Emma trying to get Rachel to relax, which is surprisingly working, slowly but surely. I calmly sit the glasses down on the coffee table by them and try to figure something out for April. She's absolutely exhausted, and needs somebody to take care of her for a day or two.
"I'm gonna take care of April. It looks like you've got everything with Rach under control…" I say.