AN: Hey~ Another update so soon? I know. Weird right? Well I already had it written and thought I'd update. Enjoy :)

DISCLAIMER: As always I own nothing but Izy

*Sunday*

Rachel's POV :

I snuggled the warmth next to me with my eyes still closed. I felt so comfortable that I assumed I was still asleep. After a few moments enjoying the warmth I felt, I heard some noise. Mostly mumbles and people walking around. I slowly opened my eyes realizing I was indeed awake and notice that the pillow I was snuggling was actually a person. Izy was still fast asleep with a small smile on her lips. I noticed the dark rings that had formed under her eyes and decided it best to let her rest though I worried about her sleeping habits. I blushed slightly, feeling a little too comfortable in her arms but slowly made my way out of bed without waking her. I quietly got dressed and made my way downstairs and joined Quinn in the kitchen.

"Morning Quinn." I spoke happily.

"Morning, no hangover I see." She responded.

"Not at all." I smiled. "I think I learned from my party that the less I drink the better. Seems you didn't have much to drink last night either."

"Nope, only had a few drinks." She spoke gathering together some food for breakfast. "Why are you in such a good mood this morning?" She asked raising an eyebrow.

"In a good mood?" I questioned. "I'm not sure. I just feel happier this morning."

"Well I hope you enjoy it while it lasts." She said going back to making breakfast.

"What's that supposed to mean? Has something happened that I am unaware of?" I asked starting to panic. Quinn let out a laugh.

"Gee Rachel that's really a great memory you have. Remember you were gonna break things off with Finn? You really weren't lookin forward to that. Then again after what he said yesterday I'd be in a good mood knowing I'd be dumping his ass." I let my eyes fall to the counter. ' How could I forget all about that? 'I wondered.

"I... guess I forgot..."

"Sorry." Quinn said giving me a sympathetic look.

"Oh please." Santana said rolling her eyes as she entered the room. "Just dump Finnessa already. He's an ass. And he's not even good in bed OR at makin out to make up for it... Why are you going out with him again?"

"I do not wish to hurt his feeli-"

"Ugh seriously Berry! Your overly nice sugar and spice is making me wanna puke. Just do it already."

"I never thought I'd say this, but I agree with S. You really have waited too long and after last night right now is the perfect opportunity." Quinn responded.

"I will... I just... I have to do this in person. It's the only way to get him to understand I really care about him and still want to maintain our friendship."

"Fine, but you're doing it Monday no matter what." Quinn spoke seriously. I nodded sadly. "So... How's the new girl?" She asked trying to change the subject. I smiled.

"I think she is really starting to get along with everyone. She seems like she's really getting comfortable with us. I just wish she would open up more... I mean we really don't know much about her. Maybe we should take her on a girl's day out?" Quinn laughed hard. "What? I think that was a perfectly fine idea."

"Have you seen Isabella? She doesn't really look like the type that would enjoy a girl's day out shopping for clothes."

"True..." I said thinking. "Well maybe not a shopping girls day, but just hanging out? I shall have to spend time thinking on events we could do together. As a fellow member of glee I expect you to be doing the same so we can make her feel more welcome." Quinn rolled her eyes.

"Yes Rachel. I will devote every waking moment to it." She spoke sarcastically. I sent her a glare for mocking me. "Why don't you wake Isabella up? Kurt and Brittany are already up and I'm sure Santana can handle getting the guys up. Breakfast is almost ready." I nodded and walked back upstairs. I climbed back on the bed and laid next to Izy not wanting to wake her. ' She looks so peaceful... 'The more I thought about it the more I noticed how she usually looked tired at school. I also noticed she doesn't smile often... she always has a look of dread. The more I thought the more worried I became, but I felt more guilty for being the one who had to wake her.

"Izy?" I spoke softly gently shaking her. She didn't respond. "Izy. It's time to get up." I spoke a little louder.

"mm... no. More sleep." She said wrapping her arms around me and snuggling. I felt myself blush though I didn't know why. I tried to shake the feeling and wake her again.

"Izy, it's time to get up." I spoke once more brushing her hair out of her face.

"Hmm?" She mumbled waking up. She slowly opened her eyes. "Rach?" She backed away realizing she was just snuggling me. "S-sorry."

"Its okay." I smiled. There was a moment of silence. "Quinn made breakfast. She wanted me to wake you up and see if you wanted any."

"Sure. I'll be down right after I get dressed." She spoke getting up.

"Alright" I smiled. She turned around after she got the clothes out of her backpack.

"I'm sorry. I'm not giving you a show today Rach. You may have gotten me to undress in front of you last night, but I was buzzed." She said trying to keep a serious face. I let out a laugh.

"I am not a perv!" I yelled throwing a pillow and laughing.

"Psh, I know your type. Pretending to be all innocent then try and get me in bed."

"As if! You were the one that was all over me last night in bed."

"Really cause I was just trying to comfort you cause you were scared. Who was it that tackled me to the ground in that closet?" She said smirking.

"I had no intention of tackling you. I tripped." I said pouting.

"Sure Rach. Whatever helps you sleep at night." She winked as she left for the bathroom to change.

"I AM NOT A-" I started but she already left. ' Did she just do a storm out on ME? I will win this battle Izy. One day. 'I returned downstairs to see most of the guys had gone.

"Is Isabella eating?" Blaine asked.

"Yes, she will join us after she's done getting dressed. Where are the rest of the guys?" I asked confused.

"Seems they drank a little too much last night. They went home to die until Monday." Kurt responded.

"Psh what a bunch of wimps. I drank just as much as they did. You see me acting like a baby?"

"S some people aren't used to drinking as much as you." Quinn spoke smirking.

"Whatever." Santana responded. Isabella made her way downstairs and looked confused seeing half the people gone.

"Bad hangovers." Kurt said before she could question it. She nodded.

"Food is in the kitchen." Quinn said. "We have fruit, eggs, bacon for those who aren't vegetarian, toast and jelly." Everyone quickly gathered in the kitchen and ate. I couldn't help but notice how Izy just pushed around her food not hungry. After breakfast Kurt and Blaine left, Santana and Brittany took over Quinn's couch and tv while Izy and I helped Quinn clean up. Izy let out a sigh as we finished cleaning the mess from last night.

"I really should get going." She said picking up her bag.

"I can give you a ride. You don't live too far away from me right?" I said smiling.

"Thanks, but no I... need the fresh air anyway." She said slowly. I felt a pang of hurt. ' She's lying... Why wouldn't she want me to drive her home? Did I upset her in some way? 'I thought analyzing her response. She gave me a sad smile. "I'll see you tomorrow Rach... Good luck on the song Tuesday. I'm looking forward to it."

"Thanks." I smiled. She got her bag and headed to the door.

"Thanks for having me over Quinn." Izy said.

"No problem. Oh, yeah Isabella."

"Yeah?"

"If any of the guys give you troubles just tell us. We'll straighten them out." Quinn said smirking. Izy laughed.

"I am pretty capable of taking care of myself, but thanks. See you later." She responded as she left.

"She seems nice." Quinn said. Brittany frowned. "What is it B?"

"She didn't sparkle in the sunlight like Edward." I rolled my eyes at Brittany's comment. I couldn't help but wonder why she wouldn't want a ride home.

"Alright well me and B are out. See you at school Q... Berry." Santana said as she left with Brittany.

"What's wrong Rachel? You look worried. Is it about Finn?"

"No... I asked Izy if she wanted a ride home and she said no quickly followed by slow response as to why. I am trying to figure out the reason as to why she would lie and the reasons I have thought of are not comforting." Quinn sighed.

"Rachel, you don't think you're over thinking this? You don't know much about her."

"I know it's just..." I let out a sigh. Quinn raised an eyebrow. "Thursday I was helping Izy clean up after a slushy attack. When I took off her sunglasses and hat she had a large bruise on the side of her head. She said it was just a skating accident..."

"You think otherwise?"

"I've only seen her skate a few times, but... I've never seen her fall or even stumble. I'm just worried she's getting herself involved in something bad." Quinn nodded.

"I'll look into it. Keep your eyes out for any other signs like that okay?"

"What do you mean you'll look into it?"

"I'm head cheerleader. If there's anything in her file that can tell us something that will help us help her I can find it. I'll steal coach Sylvester's keys to the office or something."

"Quinn I do not think breaking into someone's private record is the way to resolve this issue, on the other hand my concern for a friends safety will allow me to overlook it." I smiled. "I'm glad you will help. I fear the other glee club members would view my thoughts as mass paranoia and ignore it, but when I look at her... She's hiding something and it's not something good." Quinn nodded.

"Don't worry Rachel, it's probably nothing, but if it is something I will help you figure it out." She said giving me a hug. "I'll fill you in the moment I hear anything."

"Thanks Quinn."

Izy POV

'I didn't want to lie to her, but... what choice did I have? I know he's gonna be home and I don't want anyone to know...' I thought to myself. I took a deep breath as I silently entered the house already knowing he'd be angry I went out.

"Your back..." He spoke in his usual tone.

"Yeah... Don't worry. I didn't miss any work." I said looking him in the eye.

"I don't recall you asking if you could go out." He glared not pleased with my response.

"Didn't know I had to ask permission." I said rolling my eyes. Obviously not my smartest move. He raised his hand.

"What was that? Do I need to remind you who your talking to?" He said angrily. I looked down for a moment in contemplation, but decided it best not to make smart remarks. 'I am tired of not fighting back, but... I have no other choices. I talk back I get hit and people notice the bruises. I fight back...'

*flashback*

"WHY DON'T YOU GET A JOB AND STOP SPENDING ALL OUR SAVINGS AND MY HARD EARNED MONEY ON BEER!" I shouted pissed off that we were in debt again. I felt his fist collide with my cheek causing me to stumble back into the wall. I grabbed my cheek and sent him a glare.

"DO NOT TELL ME WHAT TO DO! I AM THE ONE IN CHARGE AND I WONT LET A LITTLE BITCH TELLIN ME WHAT I CAN AND CAN'T DO."

"We never had these problems with mom around..." I said looking him in the eye.

"NEVER MENTION THAT WHORE AGAIN" I clenched my fist.

"DON'T CALL HER THAT" I yelled taking a step forward. He looked at me amused.

"You think a little girl like you can take me down? Go right ahead. Cause the moment you hit me I call the cops and they'll leave you to rot in a cell."

"Your the one that hits me. It's YOU they'd take in!"

"Really?" He said laughing. "My record is clean. Maybe a DUI here and there... You have a history of getting into fights. That long history suggests you're violent. They wouldn't believe a word you said."

"But... those reports of violence at school... They were because of the bruises YOU gave me! They said I lied and assumed I was violent towards other-"

"Exactly. No one listened to you then. No one will listen to you now." I stood there stunned as he said that. 'It's true... No one... would believe me... I could never prove he did it...'I thought to myself eyes starting to water. "Even if you could prove it was me," he spoke grinning, "You have no one to run to if I wasn't here. I am your ONLY family. You will have no one." There was a period of silence till he smiled satisfied. "I think you finally understand. Now. Go to your room and make sure I never catch you making a fist at me again."

*end flashback*

"Sorry." I spoke against my will. "Next time I will ask you before I go somewhere not related to work."

"That's a good girl." He spoke returning to his couch. 'At least he's not drunk right now... Or he wouldn't have let that go so easy.' I returned to my room and quickly buried myself under the covers while blasting my music to drown out any thoughts. It didn't work. A few hours passed and I still felt empty and depressed. I tossed off my covers and took the razor out of my desk. I stared at it for a moment. 'My arms are already in pretty bad shape...' I let out a sigh and grabbed a change of clothes then made my way to the bathroom. I turned the shower on and got it as hot as I could stand. I quickly removed my clothes and got in razor still in hand. I let out a long sigh of relief feeling the hot water rain on me. I leaned against the wall in the shower and slowly ran the razor over my thigh making a long cut. I felt relief, as if the anger and pain were slowly going away. Needing more I made another cut on that leg and two cuts to match on the other leg. My legs felt weak and started to give way so I slid down the wall and sat on the floor of my shower as I watched the blood slowly slide off my legs and into the drain. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling though after awhile started to feel light headed. I opened my eyes when I felt the water turn cold. 'It felt like I just blinked... how long have I been in here?' I wondered to myself. I slowly got up feeling my legs ache. I made my way out of the shower and bandaged my legs. I dressed in some sweat pants and a sweatshirt too tired to dry myself off and stumbled to my bed not really caring to check the time. I already knew I wouldn't be going to school the next day anyway. I'd forge some kind of note to explain it. I let out one final yawn before falling asleep not even staying awake long enough to pull my covers over me.