Chapter One

Alone in her room, sat the too small for her age, fourteen year old Rachel Berry. She was sat crossed legged reading over a piece of sheet music for her favourite Barbra song, twirling her long hair in her fingers. Ever since her Daddy Hiram had gotten a big promotion at work, he was always working late or out for weeks on conferences around the country. This left her with her Dad Leroy.

She would never admit it to anybody, but she ever so slightly preferred Hiram to Leroy. Hiram was always loving and all over her, giving her lots of attention and love. Leroy was nice, most of the time. He had a short temper though, it was worse more recently, he yelled at her when she didn't even do anything wrong and leave her without food to punish her. One time she collapsed at school from lack of school. He'd lied his way out of it by saying that she was hiding her food, pretending to eat but not really. They'd believed him. He had always been a good liar.

Rachel had also noticed that he liked to drink, especially recently too. He often left her alone in the house, leaving early in the mornings, not for work, just to avoid her and coming back in the dead of night after spending the evening at the pub. Rachel didn't know why he didn't really like her; she would by the end of the night though.

She heard the front door slam shut, sending vibrations through the house. The young diva threw her sheet music onto her desk and leapt underneath her covers, flicking her lamp off just as she heard the sounds of heavy footsteps making their way up the stairs. She clamped her eyes shut and tried to make her breathing sound even as her door handle turned and the door flew open.

'UP' shouted the booming voice of Leroy, her eyes flew open

'I SAID UP' he yelled again before storming over to her and grabbing her hair and yanking her out of bed

'Dad!' she cried

'NO! You shut up!' he growled, the smell of alcohol overwhelming Rachel's senses 'you're Daddy's going on another conference tomorrow, he'll be away for three weeks. This is your little fault you little bitch! You made my husband different. He's working more, just to pay for you'

'I'm sorry' she whimpered

'I said SHUT UP' he spat before slapping her across the face 'I didn't even want a daughter. I especially don't want a little bitch like you' she sobbed

'No crying' he snarled, she tried to stop but couldn't. Her own father… her own dad was doing this to her 'STOP IT!' he threw her to the ground and she screamed. She learnt not to scream later, it made him madder.

'You're mother didn't want you, I don't even want you. Heck I don't even think "daddy" wants you anymore. You're nothing' he spat before storming out of the room, slamming the door shut behind him.

He came up to apologise with pancakes the next morning, but it wasn't the same. He had said the truth, it was out there and it wasn't going back, it wouldn't ever go back. He does it now, every time he gets mad, he'll call her name and she can't escape him. He hit and kicks her like a punching bag until he feels a bit better and sends her away.

Rachel hid it like a pro. He was sneaky, never hit on her face where it could be found. She put on a façade; she had to be selfish in Glee Club, like she only cared about her self, because if she didn't then no one would. She had no friends, it didn't fit to call her fathers family, no one to love her.

That's why it was so surprising when during junior year, just after her break up with Finn, that she was approached by "the Unholy Trinity"

'What are you saying?' asked Rachel frowning; they were all stood in the quiet comfort of the choir room

'We want you' said Santana looking at her lustfully 'all of us'

'Yeah, you're super hot Rachie' said Brittany smiling

'We know it's weird, but we've been doing it for a while. Everyone thought it was just San and Britt getting it on sometimes, people didn't realise we were all kinda together really' explained Quinn 'everything was going perfectly; until we realised there was something, or someone missing. And we all were secretly harbouring feelings for you'

'This is crazy' scoffed Rachel, she saw the hurt looks on their faces and quickly continued 'not your relationship, I totally respect that you're doing what makes your heart happy. But me? No one wants me. I'm… I'm nothing' she repeated the words her dad spat at her through every beating, drilled into her very being.

'Don't say that Rachie' said Brittany sadly 'you're amazing' Rachel gave her a kind smile, enough to satisfy the girl. But she knew the real truth, the one that had been punched into her nightly for the past three years.

'We know we've never exactly helped to make you think differently to that before Rach, but believe me when I say I am so sorry for everything I've done to you. The slushies…' said Santana resting her hand on Rachel's shoulder, frowning slightly when the diva flinched

'The mean names' continued Brittany

'The pornographic pictures, the comments on your MySpace, the teasing… everything' said Quinn sliding her hand into Rachel's

'I know it might take a while, we know, for you to trust us. But we'll do anything, we want to be with you' reassured Santana

'Okay' said Rachel quietly 'I would be lying if I said that I didn't have feelings for you three, though I think the whole school would be too. But you're right, I'm known for my legendary forgiving skills, but trust is something that might take a while… It's something… personal… not about you three. It took me a little while with Finn. It might take longer with you three, because of our past. But I'm willing to try' the trio nodded in understanding

'Thank you Rach, we won't let you down' said Quinn smiling sadly. Brittany pulled them all into a big hug. Santana didn't miss the slightly flinch Rachel did when her side was squeezed, but ignored it. It was probably nothing.

Falling for the trio had been easier than Rachel had thought. She hadn't told them about her dad; it had only been six weeks after all. She never took them back to her house; her dad came back earlier and earlier now. He seemed to have stocked up on alcohol in the house so there was no need to go out and visit the pub.

Rachel stared out of the window, enjoying the feeling of Quinn stroking her thumb over the back of her hand as they sat in the back of Santana's car, with the Latina and Brittany in the front. They often shared lifts home; Rachel's house being closest meant she got out first. When she saw her house come into sight she deflated slightly, she could see his car waiting. She pulled her hand out of Quinn's and pulled her bag into her arms.

She saw his shadow in the living room window. Rachel glanced down at her watch. Five minutes late. She'd be in for a slap or two now. As the car slowed to a stop she didn't wait before wrenching open the door and leaping out.

'Goodb-' Quinn didn't get to say any more as the door was closed and Rachel was running up to her door. She didn't look back as she flew in and closed the door behind her.

'What was that about?' asked Brittany with a puzzled look on her face

'We were running a little late, you know she hates tardiness' said Quinn. Santana stayed silent as she watched the house closely. She didn't miss the figure watching them from the window, until he turned his head slightly; obviously Rachel had entered the room. He looked back out at the car before whipping the curtains closed. Santana tried to think nothing of it as she started up the car again, but there was a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach and she couldn't place it.

'Who were they?' asked her dad once the blinds were closed

'My friends' replied Rachel stood in the corner furthest from him

'Ha! You have no friends' he snarled before walking over to her 'you think I don't know what goes on at that school? The cheerleaders bully you, in fact everybody does. Nobody wants you. Those bitches, whatever they're doing, are playing you. You're nothing and late' he pulled his arm back and sent a mean punch to her gut causing her to cry out 'you know what. Good on them. You deserve everything you get' He chuckled darkly before punching her again.

He pulled her shirt up slightly to admire his work. The tanned, toned skin was covered in bruises and marks. He smirked at his handiwork before pulling the shirt down again. He grabbed her arm roughly and dragged her to the stairs.

'Get out of my sight bitch' and he threw her onto the stairs and she quickly scrambled up them. She dragged herself into her bedroom before flopping down painfully onto her bed. Rachel pulled out her phone to find a couple of new texts.

Hey sweetie, as much as I find your punctuality cute, you didn't say goodbye. Britt is pouting. Q x

Q's right. I'm so pouting right now. B x

Yo baby girl, what was the rush earlier? You know you can talk to me… about anything. 3 S x

Rachel's eyes filled with tears. She couldn't let Santana know anything, he'd kill her. She knew he would. She typed out three quick replies.

Sorry, you know I don't condone tardiness. I believe I get it from my dad. Really sorry. R x

Aw, don't say that. You know I love your pouting. R x

Just same old, same old. No real rush, you know I don't like running late. Didn't mean to worry you or anything. Nothing's wrong. I promise. R x

Liar. You're a dirty, lying bitch. You're nothing.

A/N: Hey. Yes I know. ANOTHER story on the go. This one means a lot to me. I found out today that my friend's been abused by her uncle, so I really wanted to write an abuse story, I KNOW that there's a BIG amount of abuse stories. But the Faberrittana relationship intrigued me, so I thought. Why not? Reviews would be appreciated. X