A/N: Its been a while! I apologize! My schedule is picking up again. Its insane, so updates might go down but I shall try my best okay? I would still love to hear your theories on this. Seriously. So any way, now we must see how Irridessa deals with the police. The seem to be a big part of her past. *Evil laugh* lets go read then?

Title: Someone To Finally Tell

Rating: T(very good chance it will go up, since there are mentions of rape and abuse)

Disclaimer: I do not own glee, I do own Irridessa though.

Summary: What happens when you were born poor, beaten, raped, beaten again, starved and things worse? Meet Irridessa Walters. Shes been through it all. Doesn't know who her father is, is adopted. Shes had to adjust to all kinds of things. So how will she adjust to William McKinley High School? Friends, enemies, or someone to finally tell them what happened?

Four:Flashback

I was pacing in front of Kurt's bed which held both boys. There eyes followed me. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back. Forth. Back. Forth. Note. Past. Police. Sanity.

Carole tried to approach me and rested her hand on my shoulder.

"Don't touch me!". I screeched and swatted her hand away.

Every one in the room jumped and Carole looked hurt. I growled in frustration.

"Sorry Carole. Not your fault. I don't have the best history with theses people."

It fell silent after that besides the beeping of Kurt's heart monitor. Ten minutes later and a hundred and two steps later the door was opened and in stepped three police officers. One of which was Officer Baker. I bristled at the sight of him. All six feet, meaty hands and bushy eyebrows of him. He grimaced at me.

"Ah, Messtle. How I missed your case."

I growled. "Its Walters. Baker. Why'd they send you?". I said through gritted teeth.

"Because your back in our sights. Well talk later.", He said in his deep voice.

He knew she was out. "Fine. Your not on our case are you?", I asked, my voice filled with spite.

He didn't even blink. "Yes. Same reason. Now give me your statement."

I gave a huge sigh and fell into a chair knowing all eyes where on me. Most in confusion.

"This was the second time I went at them. I witnessed them bullying Kurt once before. I punched Jason. I beat them this time. As you can obviously see," I said gesturing down my body and then at them. "They retaliated."

I crossed my arms and he knew I was done. He nodded. He moved to Kurt and Blaine and took theirs and then gestured for me to join him in the hall way. I got up and joined him and ignored the glances the two teens were sending. He closed the door behind him.

"Shes back", He said. His voice was full of worry. I feigned disbelief. I really didn't need too. Just having another person say it out loud, it wasn't that hard.

"What?". I asked.

"That thug got her out. Shes after you. She doesn't know that Cele—".

"Don't you dare say her name," I hissed. "You don't deserve too."

He sighed. "There will now be a cop posted a block down from your house at all times and your school now has a parole officer."

I was so frustrated. Why couldn't she leave me alone?

"Do my parents know?".

"Yes. Be safe, Irridessa. Don't do anything rash."

I snorted as he and his goons walked away. What did he know. Oh yeah, a lot. You think I would have a little more respect for the man who saved my life. If he just wasn't so damn annoying. I opened the door and walked back in. All four faces were on me.

"What did he want? And why did he call you 'Messtle'?", Kurt asked.

I gave him a small smile. "Remember the 'someday' promise. Someday Kurt. I just...not yet."

Since she was back mom and dad were more nervous than ever. I told it was fine and an Officer was nearby twenty four seven. That got them to back off a bit. But guess who I had to see the very next day during free period? Doctor Alias. Damn Therapists.

"So Irridessa, how do you feel about her being on the loose again?".

"Just say her name. And how do you think I feel that Jamie and Theo are on the loose again?", I said spitefully.

"I don't know. Why don't you tell me?",m He asked innocently.

I groaned. "I'm freaking out, I can't sleep, I'm SCARED TO DEATH AND I MIGHT DIE! How do you think THAT feels!", I started screaming at him.

"Do we need to raise the dosage of your anxiety pills?". He asked flipping through papers.

"No, look can I go? I'm late for my glee club. And you said yourself that the best kind of therapy is song and friends.".

He sighed but allowed me to leave. We had been using Ms. Pillsbury's office so I hurried along to glee.

That was a waste of an hour and ten minutes I thought bitterly.

As I entered Rachel was making some speech and Schue seemed to be trying to interupt. She gave me a glare.

"Your late.", She said coldly. Those words really pissed me off for some reason.

"Yes, Yes, Man-hands. Now shut your mouth and let Schue talk. He looks like he wants to get a word in."

"I'm sorry, but what is wrong with you?", She cried indignantly.

"Well maybe some people have better things to do than listen to you rant on about you being lead all the fucking time." I bit back. She actually looked hurt.

"Dessa, you need to calm down." Schue said standing.

"Don't tell me to calm the fuck down, Schue." I said getting in his face, which was hard considering I'm only five three. "You shouldn't let her do this! You let her come in and parade around on every one! She gets handed every damn solo and if there's a male lead you give it to Finn! Shut up Finnessa." I said as he tried to interrupt. "You say everyone gets to shine and be a star here when really its the 'Rachel Berry and pets' show! Make her stand in back with no mic and let Tina or Mercedes or Quinn up front! Have you even let Mercedes or Lauren sing an entire solo by them selves? Have they even gotten a solo? And then what about Puck and Sam and Blaine? They've never been up front. And you discriminate against Kurt because of his voice. So what if he wants to sing the female lead? Let him! There is no reason he can't. There is no other boy I know who can sing a high F. So tell me Schue, how can it be that you say everyone can be a star while really your only helping one of us?". I said panting at the end of it out of breath.

There were people staring from the hall. The room was entirely quiet. Schue just stared at me and Rachel looked like she was going to cry.

"That's what I thought," I said quietly.

He finally regained composure. "I do not do that, Irridessa.".

"Yes you do." I turned to face the crowd. "How many times has Rachel not sung lead at a competition?", I asked.

Quinn answered. "Once. Sam, Santana and I all had solos."

"And even on the group numbers shes still singing upfront pretty much right?", I asked again.

I got nods. I turned to face Schue.

"What do you say to that?", I said quietly. My anger was still just as hot.

He walked over to me. My eyes were having issues not slipping back into a memory with this anger. It was hard when I was this emotionally unstable.

He put his hand on my shoulder, it was slightly on my neck and he started talking. But I didn't hear him. I finally toppled over into the flashback and let out a blood curdling scream.

I tried to pull his hands off of me to no avail. He was ripping my clothes off.

"Theo! What are you doing! Get off of me!", I cried.

I was naked by then and he pushed me over. Something big was poking between his legs. I didn't hear anything he said as he pushed the the thing inside me. I screamed. And continued to scream as he thrust in and out, in and out. I was begging, pleading for him to stop but he wouldn't. I cried for my dad. He didn't come. Of course not, I never knew him.

When he finally pulled out this white stuff came out of it and was spurted all over my stomach I whimpered as he walked away. The place between my legs hurt and my hips were starting to bruise.

I stirred. Whimpering as I felt arms around me. I opened my eyes ready to punch someone but it was just Blaine. We were sitting in the nurses office the rest of the glee club outside by the door. I could hear them shuffling around.

His eyes were full of tears as he looked at me. I stared at him.

"Blaine? Whats wrong?".

His voice came out so small and weak when he asked the question.

"Dessie? Were...were you raped?".

The tears fell over in my eyes. I replied, voice cracking. "Yes. Several times. And there after me again."

A/N: Cliffie! I'm such a meanie face, what have I done to this girl? Jeezus, I'm insane. Any way, tell me what you think. Feel free to yell at me. Till next time!