A/N: Hey! Sorry its been so I long! I swear I didn't mean for it to get away it just sorta did. But any way I hope you guys like this one. This is her telling her story to the glee club. The passage when she was telling Kurt and Blaine will be in here so if you don't wanna read it just skip it. O kay? Okay! Here we go!

Title: Someone To Finally Tell

Rating:M (It has finally gone up)

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?

Ten: Tears in the Glee Club Room

I held Finn's hand in left his fingers brushing the cotton over the wound. Kurt's was in my left and Blaine, who was a bit taller than me, stood behind me hands on my shoulders. The entire glee club sat before me. Rachel was quite obviously isolated and glared at my left hand. The rest of the club, plus Schuster, were staring at me intently and obviously worried.

"Well. As you heard at lunch I was shot." I unhooked my hand from Kurts and hiked up the shirt displaying the bandage over the hole. There were gasps. "And you ought to know why. Its a long story. But I was really badly hurt when I was younger. Do you wanna hear the whole thing?", I said to them. Wondering if I could shorten the thing.

"Hell yes. Tell us everything." Mercedes said.

I took a deep breath fighting tears. Finn squeezed my hand.

"Well, it sure as hell ain't pretty.."

At the age of four I was already a very stubborn child. I was very overprotective of my little sister. Celeste. She was the world to me. Pale blue eyes and curling golden hair she was perfect. It was took weeks after her third birthday that my birth parents got into a fight. It was over him finding out about her affair. At the time I had no idea what they meant. Only that they were very mad at each other. The other man, Theo, showed up and they threatened him. He left. And didn't take us with.

Theo was okay at first. He would never replace my dad, I hardly remember him, but he kept us going. Mom said he was very rich and that he would help us get what we want. She didn't tell me what it was that he did but just to stay upstairs and quiet when he had company over.

I was six and Celeste five when it first happened. Celeste knocked over a water jug on some very important papers of his. Furious didn't even begin to cover it. I defended her and tried to get mom to help but she did nothing. She just stood by and watched. When he was going to her, I jumped in the way. I told him to hurt me and not her. And so he did. I had a bloody nose and two black eyes as well as several other bruises.

Nothing happened like that again until I was ten. Both mom and Theo came home very drunk. I was smart enough to hide Celeste in our closet. They beat me. Badly. I had bruised ribs, several cuts, and bruises everywhere. I didn't cry though. I stayed strong for Celeste. This happened once or twice a week. I was having problems explaining this at school, I blamed it on being clumsy. I was slightly klutzy and I already learned to lie. I was sent to the counselors but I lied to them too.

It was a week after my eleventh birthday. Theo came home drunk as usual. Mom wasn't home. So he took this to his advantage. I had literately locked her the closet two seconds before he came in. He started tearing my clothes off. And he raped me. That was the flashback from glee club. He put his hand exactly as Mr. Schuster had.

It was a month later when he did it again. Two weeks after that. And then every other night. It was January when his business partners came. It was by this time I had figured out that he was a drug dealer. After they were done he told them about the times he had raped me and about my little sister. They came upstairs and told me they were going to use us both. I wouldn't let them hurt her. I told them if they left her alone they could do whatever they wanted to me. And they did. I was gang-banged. They stuck themselves in my ass and my vagina. I had one of them down my throat. I was in such horrible pain after it, but she was okay. Celeste was fine.

I was thirteen at this time and I was almost a bully. But I was a bully for the bullied. I knew how to break an arm, I knew how to knock someone out, I knew how to hurt someone. I had learned a great lot from being beaten. If I really wanted to I could have killed a person. But I was too determined to not do what my mom and Theo had. I wanted to protect people.

I was finally fourteen when it happened. One was drunk, the other high. Jamie, she was no longer mom to me, had a gun. They got to Celeste and beat her finally. I fought back for the first time in ten years. I got Theo down but mom got Celeste. It was a clean shot, straight through her chest, there was no hope of helping her. She shot me in the leg. I guess the neighbors finally heard and called the police. They barged the door down right before she shot me. I crawled over to her. She said, 'I love you, Irridessa. Your amazing and your going to have a better life. But I won't be joining you. I know I'm going. Don't stop living. Do everything we never could of. Thank you for keeping me safe. I love you.'

And she died in my arms. The police wanted me to talk. I only told them they were very bad people, that Theo dealt in drugs and Jamie killed Celeste. That was the flashback I had the second time they were hurting you both. Kurt was Celeste, Jason was Theo.

After that I was in foster care for three months before I was adopted. They loved me. But that didn't stop me from going my own way.

I had been cutting and burning since my first day in foster care. After my adoptive family found out I was having one more thing to talk about in therapy. It was off an on until I was sixteen and a half. I finally stopped. I had discovered music then.

I was transferred to McKinley because of my dads job. And I have been with you guys since. But over the last few weeks I have gotten notes from her. She says she wants to get me back.

There both behind bars again. I have to go to trial in the next month. I think I blinded Theo cuz I shot him in the eye. But yeah, that's the story.

I took a shuddering breath at the end as a tear rolled down her cheeks. The girls in the audience were crying, Rachel looked shocked, the boys looked furious. Finn buried me into his chest and took another breath.

"Its okay. They know now. Relax." He whispered into my ear as he kissed my head.

I squeezed his hand and resurfaced to them. I gave them a faint smile.

Puck stood up his chair being knocked aside. He strode over to me, he towered over me, I could see tears in his eyes. And he did the biggest, un-Puckish thing. He swooped his arms down, locked them around me and hugged the crap out of me. He wound up lifting me off the floor.

"Dessie I am so so sorry." He said quietly into my hair.

I was at a loss for words. And slowly one by one, each person added to the hug. Even Rachel. I finally gave up and sobbed into Pucks chest. He stroked my head and told me it was okay. There were like murmurings in the crowd of people. We all finally parted.

"Okay enough of the tears, I want to have my glee club back", I said laughing at the end with the rest of them.

"You know what guys, I say we go to breadstixs", Schue said.

Our jaws all dropped and then we started cheering. Finn took my hand and I smiled at him. I leaned up on my toes and our lips met for a moment and I smiled my biggest smile ever at him.

"Love you." I said.

"Love you more", He replied.

And as we walked out the door I know Rachel was glaring daggers at me but I didn't a damn.

A/N: Again sorry its been so long and its kinda short. I hope you liked it. Please please PLEASE review!