A/N: here's that chapter i was telling you about! cut me some slack it's like almost 2 in the morning! :) keep in mind that Rachel has spent five years looking for the love of her life, k? Enjoy! Review! and keep in mind those warnings in chapter 1!

Chapter 4: Remembering

Rachel and Quinn sat near the back of the café. Rachel couldn't take her eyes off of the blonde sitting in front of her. She knew that Quinn didn't remember anything about her past so she couldn't just hold her like she imagined she would when she found her. "Do I have something on my face?" Quinn asked as she wiped her mouth free of something invisible.

Shaking her head, Rachel smiled softly at the girl and shrugged. "You really don't remember me do you?"

"What are you talking about? I just met you a couple hours ago…"

"Quinn. Quinn Fabray; from Lima, Ohio."

"I've never been to Ohio, and my last name is Evergreen not Fabray."

"Quinn, please listen to me; you're not who you think you are. It's been five long years since I last saw you. You were protecting me from some guys that crashed our date. Then…" Rachel's heart ached just by remembering that night. The scar on her stomach reminded her everyday about what happened, and she couldn't count the amount of tears that were shed because of the memory.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I've never been on a date with you. In fact, I think you're crazy for saying something like this. Please just leave me alone." She scooted her chair back and began to get up.

Tears leaked out of Rachel's brown eyes as she too stood up and grabbed her wrist gently, but firm. "They took you away from me Quinn. They took you, and God knows what happened to you, but this isn't who you are."

"You don't know a damn thing about me, Rachel. Stop pretending that you know me and stop trying to make me believe that made up story okay? Just leave me alone. I've been through enough tonight."

"Quinn, please. I've spent five years looking for you, and now I finally found you. Why else do you think I would've stopped on my way to have some drinks with Santana Lopez and Brittany Pierce so late after a show? You caught my eye in that alley and the second I saw your face, I couldn't believe it. You were twenty feet in front of me. After all these years of searching every city I've visited; there you were, not three blocks away from where I live…" Rachel looked into her eyes and could practically see the inner struggle she was having. "Say something…"

"Rachel…I am grateful that you stopped that man from possibly raping me. But aside from tonight, I have never met you. Why would I lie about that?" Quinn asked. She looked at the brunette star and placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry. I'm not who you think I am. I have to go; my Dad gets worried when I'm out too late after my shift."

Before she could stop her, Quinn was out the door running down the street. Quinn ran as fast as she could to her home. She cursed herself for being out this late with a girl she just met without tell her Dad. She knew that she was going to be screwed when she got home.

Opening the front door, Quinn saw her father sitting on the couch waiting for her. Standing up, he walked over to where she was and she quickly began to panic. It was the calm before the storm, and she hasn't seen it for a while. But whenever it would, she was literally afraid for her life. "Where have you been, Quinnie?" Henry asked.

"I'm sorry. I went out for a cup of coffee with some co-workers after my shift. It slipped my mind to call you-"

She was cut off with a loud slap that sent her falling to the ground. "Don't make any excuses. Now how much did you make today?" He asked as he knelt down and grabbed her purse from her.

Flipping her wallet open, he frowned as he began to count the money. Shaking his hand, he grabbed the back of her head and held it inches from his face. "Only $432. What kind of whore are you?"

"I'm s-sorry. I promise I'll make more next time…" She pleaded.

"Well this isn't next time, this is now." He said as he stood and brought her up with him.

"Please don't do this…" She whimpered.

"You already had your chance and now you have to work off the money that you didn't earn tonight."

With that, he began to undo her jack and harshly brought her lips up to his. Forcing his tongue down her throat, she tried her hardest not to choke. Suddenly, her back met the couch and he was on top of her. He furiously attacked the top of her jeans and forced his hand into her panties roughly. She let out a soft whimper. "Shut up. You're getting what you deserve."

He then thrusted two dry fingers into her, she tried her hardest not to scream out from the pain she was feeling both physically and emotionally.

Why did this happen to her whenever she made less than $700? She tried her hardest to get the customers, but they didn't think that she was pretty enough to hit the sack with.

Pulling his fingers out of her, Henry sat up and straightened himself out. She couldn't help it, but she sat up as best as she could and asked, "Can I ask you something?" Rolling his eyes, he nodded. "What do you want from me? Am I just for your sexually pleasures and your way to make money without doing anything? Dad, don't you care for me at all?" A tear escaped her eyes as she looked at him.

"You don't remember do you? You do this because they own you, Quinn. This isn't for me, I'm not the boss. In fact the only reason you are still with me is because they're paying me to keep you here. I can't help it if you're a good lay, Quinn. That's all you. And for your last question: I could give a shit about what happens to you. You're not even my daughter." He couldn't help but love mocking her pain. It was his favorite thing to do.

"I'm not your daughter?" She asked quietly, tears began to cascade down her cheeks. The realization of all of this in one night was becoming too much for her.

"Honestly, Quinn. Who would want a daughter like you? You're not good for anything besides fulfilling sexually desires. No wonder your parents never searched for you. They don't care about what happened to you that night. No one did. The only one who would, would have been your friend who died when I shot her. Rebecca or some shit like that…"

"Rachel?" She asked timidly. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. After all these years, the man whom she believed was her father; was her kidnapper. She was sold into prostitution, and it started when she was taken away from Rachel.

"Yeah. Well it's too bad I shot her, huh? You seemed to be pretty in love with her from the looks of it. Now no more discussing this. Go off to bed, before I have to dose you like I did last night." He said.

Quickly, she ran off to her bedroom and closed the door. Sliding down the door, she ran her hands through her blonde locks and softly began to cry. Rachel was telling the truth. Closing her eyes tightly, she focused on remembering that night that he was talking about.

She could remember the restaurant, the park, the silver ring. Opening her eyes, she removed the ring from around her neck and stared at it. I was going to ask her that night, she thought. More tears began to fall out of their homes. Oh God. She allowed her head to roll back against the door as she remembered everything from that night.

After she remembered her history with Rachel, Quinn got up from her spot against the door and took out a duffel bag. Throwing it on her bed, she began to shove all her clothes in there, along with her purse and now empty wallet. She needed to get out of here.

With her clothes packed, she slowly opened her door and saw the lights were off and his bedroom door shut. Snoring could be heard from his bedroom and she knew that he was asleep. Quietly, she opened the front door and walked out. She didn't breathe until she was out of the building and on the sidewalk.

Freedom. She was finally free from him, from the life that she had been living. And now she needed to find Rachel and apologize. She knew that Rachel must be so hurt right now, and that was because of her. Quinn did remember thinking that the girl was dead, so how on earth did she survive through the night? That was going to be one of the questions that she asks her when she finds her.

Taking a deep breath, Quinn began to make her way towards the theatre. There she knew that if she waited long enough, Rachel would show herself. After all, she was on Broadway and was in the middle of Spring Awakening. It wouldn't be long until she saw her again. And she couldn't wait to finally take the girl into her arms, hold her and never let go.

A/N: Quinn finally remembers everything. That's good huh? what do you think Rachel will do when she finds Quinn? what about Santana and Brittany? Review!