Hey guys! So sorry for the late update but I've been super busy with school and work and its just insane! I know I was going to update sometime yesterday but something happened at work and I had to check in. Anyways, I hope your still into this story since before and I know this chapter was short but I split it up into two parts to keep the suspense going;) Okay so read and enjoy my friends:)

Chapter Six:

Scream

"Come on Finn, hurry up so we don't get caught!"

Finn stares longingly at the jeep in front of him, the voices behind him barely heard. He steps forward; clutching the keys from the owner they beat up not even ten minutes ago. He knows he shouldn't be doing this, he's fifteen, he's got his whole life ahead of him. Doing this could be throwing his life away.

"Hurry the fuck up you idiot!"

Jesse pushes him forward towards the vehicle, urging him to get in. He fumes with frustration at Finn's motionless frame, grabbing the keys from him and marching up to the jeep, Karofsky and Azimio following behind him. Jesse opens the driver's seat and jumps in, motioning for Finn to join him in the passenger seat.

Finn stalls, hesitantly stepping forward to crawl into the truck. He looks at the rest of the people in the back, locking eyes with Rocky briefly. Jesse turns towards him, a sly smirk itching his features.

"You wanna live on these streets, you gotta ride on them first."

And then he started the car, pulling the stolen vehicle into the blinding roads of New York.

Finn wakes up with a startle, muffling his eyes with his fists. A soft sound pads on his door, growing louder with each second that passes. He groans as he gets up from the couch, the minor bruise already placing a spot on his shoulder. It's probably Puck or something, ready to beat him up some more. He seriously doesn't care, Puck could kill him at this moment if he wanted to, and Finn wouldn't stop him.

He walks by the emergency numbers that Will and Emma taped on the wall beside the door before they left to visit his parents for the night. They were awfully worried about leaving him alone for two days, considering the fact that they wanted to install two more locks to each door and window of the house. It was kind of nice, to be honest, to have people care that much about you and your safety, although it wasn't shown in the best situation.

With a low sigh, he opens door, barely expecting to see the visitor on his porch steps.

"Rachel?"

Her eyes blink rapidly at the croakiness surrounding his tone. She swallows thickly, flattening the same skirt she wore to school. "Hi."

Rachel walks in without invitation, stepping into his house with a sense of examination. He closes the door behind her, turning towards her. "What are you doing here?" he questions, keeping his distance. She'll push him away if he comes any closer; he knows it.

But then she steps towards him.

"I was so worried about you," she says, her voice strained, "you just ran out. Puck got up when you left, and he went to the washroom to clean up with nothing to say. I don't think you should be worried about getting in trouble, it didn't look like he was going to – "

Finn steps around her, tuning her voice from his mind. She can't be here, if he hurts her, he would never forgive yourself.

"Finn?" she calls, her voice so soft and concerning. He keeps his back towards her, trying to block her worrisome face, her caring glances.

"You shouldn't be here, not after what I did. You should be terrified of me, never want to see me again." He hears the soft pad of her footsteps come towards him, and feels himself being physically turned by her small arms. He closes his eyes when she positions him to face her, her fingers soothing against the soft skin of his cheek.

"I'm not afraid of you."

His eyes flutter open at her words, the statement feeling like a promise. She holds his gaze; her eyes burning into his with such intensity, with such care, that he thinks he might just kidnap and runaway with her. Her touches electrify him, sending him confidence that she's safe with him.

He would never hurt her.

Rachel steps closer to him, her chest touching his as they breathe out together. She won't turn away from him now, will she? No matter what garbage she throws at her.

"It felt like I was going to kill him," he blurts out, the heat of that moment quickly leaving at his words. She winces slightly, an unknown expression glancing over her face. "Like I lost all control," he continues.

Her eyes soften at his confession. "But why do you need control in the first place?"

Finn stalls, the reality in her question paralyzing him. He fails to get the words out, hesitating when she urges him to go on. He shakes his head, stepping away from her fully.

Rachel gaps, staring at him with desperate answers. "Tell me what happened in New York Finn, what are you running from?"

Finn gulps harshly, refusing to give in. "No. You don't need to know that, it's in the past now." Her expression falls into a frown at his response. He turns on his heel to walk away from her, the sound of her footsteps telling him that she was following right behind him.

"No it isn't Finn! Don't you see it's affecting your future? Your decisions a-and your actions that your making now, are all based on what you experienced back then. You're worrying me Finn, you can pretend that you're okay but I know you're still hurting." She launches forward to close the distance between them as he makes his way into the kitchen. Grabbing him tightly by the arm, she spins him around to face him, her eyes pooling with frustrated tears.

"I want to help you Finn, why won't you let me help you?"

He laughs sarcastically. She looks at him, hurt worn on her face. "You don't get it," he spits at her, looking down at her intensely.

Her eyes are pleading. "Then help me understand!" she cries, frustrated with his guarding walls. She steps towards him, desperate to get through him some how.

His eyes harden as he stares down at her. "I'm not bringing the one good thing in my life into the burden and blood of my past. I've done so many things Rachel, a lot of things you only see in those dark stories on the news," he breathes out heavily, holding her pained glare, "You are not getting involved with that."

"I don't care Finn, about what happened, I care about what's happening, now, at this very moment." She pauses, hesitantly bringing a hand to his. Her fingers squeeze his tightly, trying to send some sort of comfort. "I can help you."

Finn's frustration floods his body at the begging tone in her voice. He sighs contently, gazing at the astonishing girl in front of him. He's falling for her, and it scares the hell out of him. "You are helping me," he whispers, his voice barely above a whisper, "you're the only reason I didn't beat up Puck all the times that I had the chance. Telling my past will just push you away and – "

He exhales deeply, his eyes burning into hers, looking for any hint of regret, of turning back. She's staring back at him, with warmth a-and beauty, and it blows his mind that she's not running away. He brings a trembling hand to the frame of her face, running his fingers along her jaw line.

"I don't want to loose you, Rachel."

She lets out a low intake of breathe at the confession, her eyes softening. Nodding firmly, her hands run along the skin of his cheeks, bringing his face closer towards hers. Her lips are plump and red, and he just wants to taste theme, and he thinks he might get to because the distance between their mouths just keep getting shorter and shorter . . .

A wailing scream echoes throughout the interior of his house, breaking the connection between the two. He jumps in front of her – an instinct he picked up while living in New York – as the screaming continues. He feels Rachel's trembling body behind him, clinging onto his back like some sort of lifeline.

Finn unwraps herself from him, grabbing a hold of her hand as they tiptoe their way to the front door. He leans forward, pressing his ear against the wood to get a better hearing of what's occurring on the other side of the door. Whimpers and cries fill his eardrums, and he pulls back, turning towards Rachel protectively.

"Stay here," he mumbles, letting go of her hand. He pushes her back from the door, trying to put some distance between her and the unknown threat. Her hands pull him back, her eyes determined and set.

"No."

He sighs heavily. "Rachel – "

"I'm stubborn as hell Finn, and I'm not letting you go out there by yourself."

Her eyes are fiery, and it has so much commitment that he knows she won't back down from this. He gives in, nodding in allowance as he grips her hand in his. "Don't leave my side, or you're going back inside." He knows he shouldn't be bringing her; he's putting her in danger just by being with him. But in a sense, he needs her, and she won't let him go alone.

Finn pulls her along the pathway leading to the streets, molding her into the semi safeness of his arms. They circle the court, scanning the landscape for any suspicion of what the noise is coming from. "There's nothing here, we should just – "

Whimpers etch from the side of the alley beside Finn's house, the sound piercing memories to his mind. His hands tighten around Rachel as he steps toward the opening of the alley, peering to look inside. Coughs and gasps gurgle near them, as he gets closer, Rachel tucked safely underneath his arm.

Finn see's her first.

Blood from the open wound obviously caused by a knife soak through her clothes, splattering along the material. She's slumped against the brick wall, her legs underneath her body, her hands trying to stop the blood from oozing out of her skin. She throws her head back against the bricks, whimpering in agony.

Finn acts quickly, halting in his tracks and pushing Rachel away from the opening, blocking her vision of the scene. He pushes her up against the wall, shielding her from any sight. "Finn what are you – "

He places his hand on her mouth, signaling her to stay quiet. "Sh, Rach, I need you to listen to me okay? Go to the house and call the cops."

Rachel's eyes widen in horror, her mouth agape under his fingers. She shakes her head deliberately, "Finn – "

"Go."

She smacks his hand away from her, gripping them in hers. Her eyes shine with fear as glistening tears begin to swell. "Please, please tell me what's happening – "

He sighs heavily. "Rachel. Leave, now. Tell them there's a stabbing at the alley beside Gage, tell them to come as quickly as possible – "

"You can't stay here!"

He stares at her, their glare anxious and desperate, and he just wants to her to leave, get into the safety of his home. He grazes her cheek gently with his fingertips, hoping to calm her anxiety with his touch. "I'm fine."

Another cry rips through the victimized girl, and they both jump at the sound. Rachel lets out a small sob, bending her head down. He picks her face up, wiping away her tears with the pad of his thumb.

"I'll come back, I promise."

Rachel nods, still bawling, and he ducks down to press a soft kiss to her forehead. Stripping his hands from his, he pushes her towards the house as he runs to the girl that has waited too long to be saved.

Finn kneels next to her, the darkness swallowing the features of her face. He qawks at the hole in the side of her core from the jab, gulping harshly. "You're gonna be okay, you're gonna be alright," he whispers urgently as the girl whimpers lowly. He pads her body for any other wounds, desperately trying to help her before the paramedics arrive. He freezes temporarily when the young girl's hand comes up to rest on the side of his face, her voice hoarse and dry as she speaks up,

"Finn?"

His head snaps up, and he squints into the blackness to finally see her.

His heart instantly stops.

Quinn.

Dun dun dun dunnnnnnn! Finally some horror coming into our story! Do you think Quinn will survive? Reply in the reviews below, and here are some spoilers for next chapter -

- continues on this night, get to see Rachels reaction.

- see Quinn's condition!

Alright i'll hope to update soon, but continue to enjoy the story! Reviews aren't just appreciated, they're encouraged:)

P.S. - am i the only one who thought that Glee would never go down the road of suicide AND car crash in a season? Nevermind the same episode! So shocked, i loved it though and hope Quinn's okay, how'd you guys like it?