Authors Notes:

Alright here is the second chapter redone as well. I hope this helps it flow better now that I know what the fuck I'm doing and what I'm talking about. When I wrote this three years ago, I was like "Oh, psh, my writing skills are da BOMB!" (caution: may not be accurate as once said). Anyways I was like "Oh I can just bullshit my way through this, throw some random shit it in, tag on an ending hit, put the lid on top, hit PUREE and it Voila! Awesome story-BUT NO! It wasn't like that, I had a small writing brain and now I've come back to fix it and hopefully wind up with some decent where you (the reader) go "Oh, I know what's going on!" so that I (the person who is writing this) can then bump up my self-esteem…you know cause my self-esteem depends upon who reads and WHO LIKES IT! RAWWR! Alright I'm done, read the damn story =) kay?

(said in a british accent)

crAzy A$$ B!tches with Sticks

Rae's POV

Just great, she thought to herself, more people to impress. Morning's a B!

She headed back into her room and grabbed her purse. She looked at the clock. 6:30 a.m. She had already dealt with Fernando and she was about to face the morning, or day, of Hell.

Flashback time…

'Juliet was content, flipping through pages of The Book and sipping her latte that was in her other hand, while Rachel was sitting at the table still eating her breakfast, when Fernando came striding through the door.

"Oh, Fern, I didn't hear you come in." Juliet said, looking up just in time to see him come in.

"Darling, I'm quiet as a mouse…but I'm as deadly as a cobra!" Fernando said as he stood in the doorway. He tried making his jaw look like that of a cobra's; it didn't work out.

What-a-weirdo, Rachel thought.

"So, how's my lovely little glam girl doing?" Fernando said to Rachel, pinching her cheek playfully.

"Oh-um just uh fine I guess," Rachel said, not really knowing what else to say. At this early in the morning, her brain was always mumble jumbled. Plus this guy talked to her like she was five, maybe somebody should write how to talk to ignorant and annoying people.

"Well, somebody's not a morning person!" He said, laughing obnoxiously. Oh well, what can ya' do?"

It seemed rhetorical so there was silence for a moment. Juliet was still looking at The Book, quietly sipping her latte still and Rachel just sat there nibbling at her soy bar.

"Well, I guess I should inspect your outfit Rae-Rae and then you guys can get goin', kay?" he said in a squeaky voice.

"Okay." Rachel said with some tiredness added, she was trying to keep it from coming out but she couldn't help it. Her body just didn't want to comply with its new schedule. But she didn't feel like complaining, after all, he was just doing what Juliet had probably asked him to do.

Rachel got up from her seat and followed Fernando to her room. Inside Fernando flicked on the lights and the room burst into illumination. They walked over to her full-length mirror and Fernando inspected.

"Well, you did good, you must have been reading the last issue of Roth Runway, you picked your outfit with ease, did you?"

"Well, I did ask Juliet a few questions on an outfit that I should wear. She deemed appropriate, a skirt, a nice shirt and some accessories…so I just started reading some issues Roth Runway and the Colee Magazine till I came up with this," she said, her voice almost a whisper.

"And your make-up, a little ehh, but overall well done! Brava for you, little miss fashion queen!" Fernando exclaimed. Finally, a teenage girl that doesn't just slop some crud on her face, you are a masterpiece-now let me wax your brows," he said, staring at her eyebrows intently.

"oh…uh, okay-I guess…" Rachel said, unsure of what to say, in all of her fourteen years of living, she had never had her eyebrows waxed. 'This should be-intriguing. She thought'

End Flash back

She walked over to her vanity and rubbed at where bushy eyebrow hairs had been. She looked at her she looked at the redness of the skin by her eyebrows. Despite the singeing pain, they looked pretty good, but then again, why wouldn't they, Fernando was a world renowned make-up artist, of course they were gonna' look good, Fern knows what he's doing.

Stared into the vanity mirror at her reflection. Her face no longer looked like the abandoned child stuck in an orphanage. She looked healthier and though she wanted to complain, she couldn't, because deep in her heart she knew to be more than thankful. Though she worried about messing up and about not being a good daughter she couldn't help but think that things were finally right, she finally had a family who wanted her. So even if she had to deal with crazy Fernando, waking up with the sun, or even the awkward conversations with Juliet, she'd go through with it. This was her life now. The orphanage was a long way away and she would never have to go back…

As Juliet went walking down the hallway, she saw that Rachel's door was slightly cracked open. She knocked on the door softly.

"Hey Rae," Juliet said softly, staring at the door frame. "Rae?" She asked, a questioning look came upon her face.

"I'm here," she murmured softly.

Juliet slowly walked in seeing Rachel's face in mirror. "Rachel, are you okay, are you sick" said Juliet as she rushed over and placed her hand over Rachel's forehead.

"I'm fine" Rachel said, though the moisture from her eyes slowly tumbled down her cheeks.

"What's wrong then?" Juliet said as she kneeled in front of Rachel.

"I'm just really glad I'm here" she choked out. "I promise I'll be good. I promise so please, just don't send me back there" Rachel cried into Juliet's shoulder.

"Rachel? Rachel, look at me." Juliet said in a patronizing tone as she stared into the poor teenagers face.

Rachel did as she was asked.

"Jack and I are not going to send you back there, okay? You don't have to prove that you're good Rachel; we've already seen how good you are. And I know this is a lot to take in, I know that you're still trying to adjust to our crazy schedules and fashion and acting. It's alright. I didn't expect you to jump right in here and be okay with everything. So stop worrying. Just be you, that's who we want you to be. And I promise that no matter what you do, we would never ever send you back there" Juliet tightly hugged Rachel, and for the second time since she saw Rachel, she felt that motherly instinct come over her. They sat there quietly crying with each other for a few minutes until they heard Henry knock on the door.

Opening up the door he said, "Mrs. Roth, Ms. Roth, your ride will be here in five minutes". Then he walked back out again. Rachel looked at Juliet's shoulder where her make-up had run. She dropped her head down again.

"I'm sorry, I ruined your shirt" Rachel mumbled to the floor.

"Eh, I wasn't too fond of this one anyway" she said making a face at the shirt. "Hurry up and put your make-up back on, I don't want to make Bruce late, he gets grouchy" she said still smiling.

Rachel got her make-up back out and started to apply it again. She shoved all thoughts of the orphanage and of her life there out of her head. Something's are better left buried. Juliet went to her room and dried her face off. She reapplied some of her make-up and then picked out a new dress shirt. She also tried shoving thoughts of the orphanage out of her head, but it was no use. She should have known as soon as she saw Rachel crying what it'd meant. There wasn't a day that her own uninvited memories came back to haunt her as well. But the nightmare they shared together, the one that Juliet just knew Rachel was thinking about, replayed in her mind over and over.

Flashback …

It was the beginning of spring, cool air started to turn warmer. Small buds of flowers began to form and grass slowly peaked out from the remaining snow. There were a still lot of things for Jack to finish for his new script. She had tons of work waiting herself back in Gotham for the magazine and the fashion line, but this was their anniversary; the sprawling city of Seattle was where they first met. Jack suggested that they see how the orphanage was doing since she was gone. She complained and begged but she wouldn't give him a reason. She was afraid to bring up the past that still haunted and equally afraid to go back to where it all began. The orphanage looked like a prison; it was surrounded by brick walls on all sides with barbed wire at the top. It had one entrance/exit and it had no plants at all. It was a wonder that anybody would come here to adopt a child. But then that was Their whole plan. To keep you there until They legally couldn't.

A rusty wrought-iron gate opened up in front of them and they drove on through. Juliet took shallow breaths, barely keeping the panic attack at bay. The panic attacks were not a secret to Jack, he knew about them, but Juliet had simply told them she had them since she was young, she did not tell him how or why she got them. They kept driving right up to the front doors. They got out and Jack walked in arm and arm with Juliet who still tried to smother the panic attack down. They can't hurt me now, she thought. They can't hurt me! she yelled in her head, trying to calm were led inside the oak doors by an old woman who wore her hair up high on top of her head and looked like she had smudged make-up all over her face. The place smelled of rotten things and moth balls, or maybe the mothball scent was coming from the old woman. Juliet didn't recognize her and didn't try to. Jack asked the lady if they could wander around and see the place. The lady looked as if she was thinking really hard on it, and Juliet knew why. Here They were not supposed to let people wander around, that's how you see things you shouldn't. But just like most people, she had a tough time saying no to Jack. He was so charming and nice; it was hard not to give anything to him.

Juliet thought for sure though that this would be one of those times where he didn't get what he wanted but to her surprise the lady reluctantly nodded her head. Jack gave her an autograph and she went on her merry way. As they strolled through the darkened halls Juliet kept mostly quiet. Jack simply thought she was drinking in memories, he didn't even guess she was trying her best to keep them out. They walked down one hallway and heard a person shouting at the end. Juliet knew the sound. Before she knew it she was in room she didn't remember barging into, and was staring the angry woman in the face, both their hands holding tightly onto an object. Juliet remembered the sharp, bloody stick that her hand gripped so tightly, her fingers turned white and started to tingle with numbness.

"Who are you, why are you back here?" the lady angrily questioned. "Let go, this girl needs punishment" the lady yelled at her.

Juliet filled with overwhelming rage. She raised her other hand and just when she thought she would strike the crazy woman, the one that still haunted her and other's from that place, she felt a small tug on her skirt. It was a young girl in tattered clothes. Blood was running down her back from her neck and staining the rags she wore. The shirt she was wearing was covered in dry blood in random places. The girl looked up into Juliet's face with a swollen black eye and one partially closed due to the small cut near it. She kept tugging on Juliet's long skirt, but didn't say anything. Juliet just stared back at her, a motherly instinct welling up inside her to protect the broken child. Jack had whipped out his phone and called for an ambulance and the police squad when they first arrived in the room.

The police stormed the building looking for the victim and the abusers, some of the workers tried to flee the building. But it's hard to flee when an ambulance and police cars are blocking the only entrance/exit. The ambulance rushed the young girl to the hospital while Juliet and Jack gave their eye witness account of what had happened to the police. Juliet finally broke down into the anticipated panic attack. When she finally composed herself again she slowly walked to the car with Jack to go to the hospital.

They spent the rest of their anniversary there, checking with the hospital staff on how the young girl was doing and even visited her when she was allowed visitors. Over and over she thanked them for saving her and over and over they told her she didn't have to worry about it.

"Everything's going to be okay," Juliet said as she patted her on the hand.

When the girl was released she was sent back to the orphanage. It was put into the care of government employees and would be until they could find foster homes for all the children. Juliet and Jack placed in their adoption application for the girl they knew as just Rachel before she was even released from the hospital. The process went faster than expected and Rachel packed her items and moved in with them six weeks before her sophomore year of high school started.

End Flashback Scene…

Juliet took deep breaths and shook her head to clear the thoughts of that unwanted memory. She focused her mind on making sure Rachel was okay. She grabbed what she needed for work and walked out of the room and down the long hallway to the stairs. Rachel walked out of her own room with her purse and backpack and headed towards the stairs as well. They met at the top stairs and walked down together each sharing a small smile knowing that they both had to shove off wicked thoughts and be ready for the day.

"Are you okay, do you want to stay home? I could call you in sick" Juliet said to her.

"No! I mean, I want to go, don't worry. I'll be fine." Rachel said. I'll do anything but stay here if that means I can get rid of the nightmare if only for a little while.

Rachel knew it would come back at night, just as did every night. There was a part she was thankful for though. Just as the dream was about to end, right when she couldn't take it anymore and wanted to break down, Juliet would rush in and grab the sharp stick just as Ms. Tilkin was about to strike her again. The only thing that kept herself from screaming awake was knowing that Juliet would come and rescue her just as she did in reality.

She had been through a lot of tough times so she pulled herself together, and prepared herself for her first day of going to a real high school. She felt all these emotions welling up inside her: sadness, happiness, anger, confusion- it was enough to overwhelm any person, but she'd suck it up and pull through, just like she always did.

"Are-you…sure?" Juliet timidly asked looking at Rachel's expression.

"Of course, I can handle it…I'll be fine," she added, noticing a look upon her adoptive mother's face that she had only seen twice before. Here it was again, threatening to make her cry again. Juliet's motherly expression.

Authors Note: Alrighty then, so this is the second chap, yes, I know it is short, but when you're typing it, it doesn't seem that short. I promise I will try to type and post the third chap. tomorrow. I hope you liked the chappie and the story in general :P I am in much need of some rest I feel as sick as a dog right now and I am aching all over. So0o0o00 tomorrow is another day, see y'all then!

Also thank you to my reviewer's and for saving me to your favorite stories list and I guess I will talk to you guys tomorrow after you review and everything, so good morning, good evening or goodnight :) guys!