A/N wow thank you so much to all of you who and followed and everything! I can't believe what a response this has gotten! Anyways, this chapter is also short, but I will update tommorow for sure :) Thanks again :) Disclaimer: i don't own glee.

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Her fathers arrived home the next evening. They had been on a business trip. It seemed to Rachel that they were away more than they were home.

She fixed herself up for them. She covered all the bruises and put on a happy face, hiding away her emotions like she had always been taught.

Image was every thing in the Berry household. Her fathers wanted a perfect family. They wanted people to believe that they could raise a perfect daughter with no help whatsoever.

Rachel may have looked perfect on he outside, but she was a mess on the inside.

Rachel knew, however, that if she broke down and told them, she would be given a glass of water and told "Remember, crying does no good for anyone. We must not let others see us as anything but perfect" or something along those lines, as she had been since she was a child.

Rachel had learned to control her emotions. She kept them bottled up inside of her, hidden away in the back of her mind.

At school, Rachel was a completely different person. She knew she annoyed people, but when she got excited about something it was hard for her to hold in.

All of those bottled up emotions were pushing her, almost making her explode.

She and her fathers had a perfect little dinner in their perfect little dining room, and then they said goodnight and her fathers went to their studies.

But it wasn't perfect.

A week later Rachel woke up in the middle of the night, almost screaming.

She hardly ever slept anymore and when she did she was woken up by nightmares like tonight.

The scary thing was that she hardly remembered it. She had been drunk, and of course most of her didn't want to remember it.

She knew she should get help, but she couldn't tell her fathers, so she tried as best as she could to pretend it was all better.

But it was only pretend, and she knew it wasn't better, and probably never would be.