A/N: Eep, my first posted Glee fanfiction! I seriously thought of and typed up this story in just three days and I am very close to being finished. Since I'm posting it so quickly out of excitement I've only read it over twice, so let me know if there are any mistakes please! The story is only going to have about five (long) chapters.
Summary: Rachel has been receiving crude text messages from what she thought was a bully for the past few weeks. When she learns that the person sending them wasn't a bully after all, but someone much more sinister, will it be too late to get away safely?
Ships: Despite my love for Puckleberry goodness, I'm trying to keep this story as cannon as possible (since the concept is pretty far-fetched as it is), so the romance that it does include is Finchel. The story, however, is going to be Rachel-centric, so don't count on too many Finchel scenes.
Warnings: Mentions of non-con, but nothing too serious or detailed. The M rating is almost pushing it, since it's not that bad, but better safe than sorry.
Credit: The inspiration (and some of the concepts) for this story originates from the movie He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not (2002), a great film that I would recommend to anyone! If you can deal with the subtitles go watch it! And I don't own Glee or the characters (duh).
Rachel shook her head in annoyance as her phone buzzed for the third time in the past forty minutes. The bullies of McKinley High had hit an all time low and were now resorting to harassing her via text messages. Blocked-numbered texts containing vulgar, usually sexual, messages had been a daily occurrence for the past couple of weeks.
"Get another one? I heard your phone go off in class and we both know Finn isn't stealthy enough to text in his class."
"Yes, three! But I haven't bothered to look at them yet. Together?" She held up her phone and rolled her eyes. Flipping it open they were rewarded with some of the more vulgar of the slew.
You look beautiful today in that pink sweater.
("I'm surprised they bothered to remember the color of your sweater…" "That is odd, isn't it? Plus, this isn't much an insult. I suppose they're running out of mean things to come up?")
I love when you wear short skirts for me, and I know exactly what you mean by the one you're wearing today.
("What is that even supposed to mean? 'I know exactly what you mean'? Is there something wrong with my skirt?" "No, it's fine, Rachel, he's just an idiot.")
I can't wait to be ins-
"Whoa! That's enough for me!" Rachel said abruptly and clicked the delete button, a light pink tint on her cheeks.
"Maybe we should report this. It is getting out of hand." The look of disgust on Kurt's face didn't fall even as they walked towards their lockers together.
"No, no. Once they get sick of it they'll stop. It's only a matter of time," Rachel sighed. She pulled open her locker and switched out her books routinely, carefully placing her history book back into its place on what she had designated the 'no homework shelf'. (She had two shelves, one for the books she would take home, and the other for the books that would stay overnight. One could never been too organized!)
"Well I think you should tell someone. There could be a way to figure out who is sending them," Kurt suggested.
"Who's sending what?" Finn questioned as he walked up to Rachel. She smiled at him and they shared a chaste kiss and a smile.
"We're discussing what to do about the perv sending text messages to Rachel," Kurt said with disdain.
"You got more?" Finn asked, his brow furrowing. "Ya know, I mentioned it in the locker room and kind of warned anyone who may be doing it to stop."
"And I thank you for that, Finn, but I don't believe this person is going to stop just because you asked them to. I think we should just give it time and ignore it." Rachel gave Kurt a pointed look. He had promised not to mention it in front of Finn anymore because of how upset he would get whenever it was brought up. Kurt rolled his eyes at the mock-glare.
"It is getting out of hand. If you don't tell someone then I will." Rachel sighed at the unnecessary threat.
"If it keeps up for another week then I'll tell someone. Okay?" Kurt seemed to contemplate this and finally nodded after a few moments.
"Fine. I'll see you in Glee," he said dismissively and walked away towards his final class of the day.
"I agree with Kurt," Finn declared, looking sour. "I don't like someone saying that kind of stuff to you. It's creepy."
"I appreciate your concern but you're overreacting. Don't worry about it. Let's just drop it, please? If anything, this harassment is going to teach me how to deal with any overenthusiastic fans once I'm on Broadway. It is mental preparation!"
"I'm sure you won't have to deal with that," Finn said nicely, and then quickly added, "Not that you shouldn't! Anyone would be crazy not to be your obsessed fan!"
Rachel laughed and took Finn's hand in hers, loving the feeling. He sent her one of his trademark grins and squeezed her hand reassuringly.
It had been a long week. Sectionals was just two weeks away and Rachel had been busy helping her fellow Glee-clubbers pick out the perfect songs to win them a first place trip to Nationals. That, plus her dance lessons, private voice lessons, Finn, and last but not least homework, had all added up to an exhausting week.
"I'm absolutely ready to relax and have a girl's night."
"How about coming over at five? We can relax with some manicures, pedicures, facials, and movies?"
"Sounds amazing," Rachel said into the receiver as she drove down County Road, one of the many popular exit roads from McKinley.
"I'm thinking Breakfast At Tiffany's, with a comedy as a follow-up…?" Kurt suggested.
"Sounds perfect, I honestly just want to have a fun night and turn off the stress."
"I'm sure Finn could help you with that tomorrow night…"
"Kurt! I am going to pretend you didn't just say that," Rachel laughed, and Kurt followed suit.
"Well, I think it's about time the two of you tried something new."
"And you wonder why I don't go into detail about me and Finn…"
"That among other things, I'm sure," Kurt said easily. Rachel knew he was referring to the long-since past thing he had for Finn.
"You don't see me asking about the dirty details between you and Blain."
"The difference between us is that if you did ask I would tell," Kurt said smartly.
"Fine, then we'll have a full discussion tonight abou-ahh!" Rachel let out an instinctual yelp when the large truck that was following behind her car got too close and managed to tap the bumper, causing her Sedan to lurch forward unexpectedly.
"Rachel? Rachel!" Kurt's voice from the phone that had fallen into Rachel's lap was faint.
"One second!" Rachel said loudly, gripping the wheel tightly. She slowed down and pulled to the side of the road shakily before picking up her cell phone.
"Ugh, someone just rear-ended me on County. How could that have even happened? I was going the speed limit, there wasn't even a stop!" Rachel stammered into the phone, feeling the adrenalin from the shock of the collision pumping through her veins.
"Are you alright?" Kurt said quickly, sounding worried.
"Yes, I'm perfectly alright, if not a bit shaken up. The truck barely hit me; I don't even know how it happened. He must not have been paying attention… I've got to hang up and deal with this. I'll call you before I head over to your house later, sound good?"
"Okay, good. Are you sure you're not hurt?" Kurt asked seriously, sounding reluctant to hang up the phone.
"Yes, I'm fine. I'm going to check my car and call the police if necessary. Like I said, I'll talk to you later. Bye, Kurt!" Rachel said quickly as she heard the driver of the truck shut the door to his own car.
She shoved her phone into her purse and hooked it around her arm as she took the keys out of the ignition and stepped out of her car. She saw the other driver inspecting the back end of her car, noticing that he must have also been on his way home from school since he looked about Rachel's age, if not a little younger.
"What on Earth happened?" Rachel said briskly, and walked forward to stand beside the boy and inspect the damage. There didn't seem to be any dents, just a smudge of his red paint on her white car.
His head shot up at her voice and his eyes widened.
"Rachel! Are you all right? Were you hurt?" The boy stepped forward and grasped Rachel's upper arms in worry, inspecting her face for damage.
"I-I'm fine, thank you," Rachel said, surprised at his protective demeanor. "Do I know you, I'm sorry…?"
Rachel watched carefully as the boy's face fell, his eyes narrowing. His voice, however, sounded hurt. "Rachel, of course you know me." His grip on her arms tightened ever so slightly and Rachel's gazed flickered to where his hand gripped her arm.
"Er… right, yes, I'm mistaken. I just don't remember your name at the moment," Rachel tried again to figure out who this person was and was met with angrier eyes than before.
"It's me," (Oh, very helpful, Rachel thought to herself), "it's Aaron." He gave her a little shake, tightening his grip again, and Rachel began to blink, as if she were remembering something she had forgotten.
"Oh! Aaron, I'm so sorry. I hit my head on the steering wheel. I can't believe I forgot!" Rachel was never happier than in that moment that her goal in life was to become an actress.
"I am so sorry you were hurt," Aaron said, sounding very concerned, but seemed to believe her lie. He even released the grip on her arms and pulled her in for a hug, patting her head protectively as he held her in his arms.
Red lights were flashing in Rachel's mind: something about this was not right, dangerous. Where he had held her too tightly there would undoubtedly be bruises. Despite the fact that she had no clue what was going on, she knew that angering or upsetting this boy would probably not end well.
"I'm so sorry I had to hit your car. There is hardly any damage, only a few paint scratches, which we can paint over easily. I can do it for you," Aaron said into her shoulder, still hugging her tightly. He gave her a peck on the cheek as he pulled away and Rachel's eyebrows raised in surprised as she jerked away from him.
"What do you mean you 'had to hit' my car? You did that on purpose? I could have been seriously injured!" Rachel's eyes widened and she took a step back, accusing eyes directed towards this stranger who seemed to know her. He looked down at his feet guilty.
"I know, but I just had to see you and there was no other way. You are always around Finn or Kurt, and I know you want to keep what we have a secret. But right now it's just us," Aaron's eyes lit up as he said this and Rachel tried to process what he was saying. Keep what a secret? Who was this boy?
"I-I," she stuttered, unsure of what to say. She needed to get back in her car right now and drive away. She needed to get away from this person.
"You haven't replied to my texts, but I understood what you meant from the silence. You meant that you had to meet me in private, like this, where we could finally be together. I understand how jealous Finn could get if he found out. I'm the same way, you know…" His eyes were wide, hopeful, and absolutely insane. He stepped towards Rachel again and she stumbled backwards as her feet moved away from him in what must have been instinctual self-preservation.
Rachel's mind was reeling. He had been sending her the text messages. He had been the one harassing her, thinking she liked it. And now she was on the side of the road with him, alone and completely defenseless.
"What's wrong, baby?" he asked worriedly. "Are you dizzy from hitting your head? Why don't you come sit in my car? I know you must be as eager as I am to be alone together after all of this time, but if you can't even stand up straight we'll have to take it slow." He took another step towards her and this time Rachel bolted away, making a run for her car door. She managed to pull it open about one inch before he reached her, his hands gripping her upper arms, pushing her forward into the car door roughly, causing it to slam shut. His chest pressed against her back and he began to nuzzle her neck from behind.
"Babe, don't worry, you're fine," he said softly and Rachel tightened her eyes in horror, wanting this to all be a dream to wake up from. But it wasn't. And he was pressed up against her, and she was stuck where she was. She took a few deep breaths to calm herself down, trying to assess the situation and figure out how the hell to get out of it.
"P-please let me go. I have to get something out of my car…" she said shakily, not know what else to say.
"We don't need anything but each other," he breathed into her ear and began grinding his hips into her lower back and kissing the side of her neck.
Rachel stood there shocked frozen, not knowing what to do. She was so scared of what this guy was doing to her; what he was going to do to her.
"I-I'm sorry baby," she forced out after about twenty seconds of deep breathing and planning. "I think I'm still in shock from the accident. But my head hurts and-and I need to sit down alone."
She closed her eyes and forced her body to relax into his, pretending he was Finn, convincing herself that this was the only way out of the situation. She would try to get him comfortable, reason with him, and if he didn't listen? Run like hell.
"I understand, but come sit down in my truck with me instead," he said nicely, and unpinned her from her car. He grabbed her hand loosely and pulled her towards his truck and, against her gut and every instinct telling her to run right there and right now, followed him into the cab of the pickup.
She sat down and scooted along the seat until she was pressed up against the passenger side door and as far away from him as possible. She let her head lean against the window, feigning a headache.
"How come we never go on dates, Aaron?" she asked lazily, making her eyes half-open, half-closed. There was no way she was going to let him out of her sight.
"You don't remember our first date?" he said roughly, and Rachel noticed his hands grip the wheel of his truck tightly. This guy was a ticking time bomb.
"Of course I remember our first date, it was lovely. I meant why don't we go on more dates? Tell me about our first one, though, I think it will help my headache… ease the pain…" Rachel said in what she hoped was a convincing, romantic, and loving voice.
"It was Valentine's day." Two weeks ago? That was when the texting started. Rachel narrowed her eyes in confusion, but put on a tiny smile as if to show she was remembering the time and enjoying that memory. It seemed to please Aaron because his hands fell off of the wheel and his body visually relaxed.
"I sat in the booth behind you… you and Finn," he said the name with bitter contempt but continued, "and we enjoyed each other's company in secret. I knew you wanted me there because when you made the plans with Finn it was right after we first met, when you helped me gather my books off of the ground in the hallway. You were looking straight at me, past him, and you told him (really me) to meet you at Breadstix… and it was the best date, wasn't it?" he said with a dreamy voice, a content sigh following question.
Rachel tried to pinpoint when this had all happened. HOW this had all happened. How could this boy have misconstrued so many things she had done? How could he believe this made any sense when they hadn't exchanged a complete sentence before today?
"Yes… the best date…" Rachel choked out. When she felt the seat beside her move she turned her head to find Aaron leaning towards her slowly. She felt her eyes widen as he got closer and she sat up, more alert than ever. He smiled and she couldn't even pretend to smile back.
"I've been waiting for this – for you – for what seems like forever," he whispered as his lips made first contact. The first few seconds of the kiss were still, Rachel frozen in fear/shock, Aaron trying to savor the connection. But after those few seconds a dark hunger took over and he was pushing his lips onto hers in a bruising manner. Rachel's eyes were wide in horror, and she could see that his were closed in what she could only assume was some form of bliss.
She let out a whimper and put her hands on his chest, trying to push him away, but he must have taken both protests as signs of encouragement because her lips were only met with more fervor from his end. His hands were on her hips, gripping her tightly, and he was quickly making his way upward.
"Na-no-stop," Rachel was able to mumble, pulling her mouth away from his just long enough to get out the words. To her surprise, he complied.
"What?" he asked, dazed, his eyes on her chest shamelessly.
"I-I can't do this. Not here," she said desperately, trying not to sound too scared.
"Shh, it's okay, don't worry…"
"No! I… I want us to be official before we do this. We need to… to let someone know," Rachel pleaded. Somewhere inside of his mind he believed that he loved her, and Rachel was trying desperately to feed off of that.
"My mom knows," he said impatiently and began to kiss her again. She tried to protest again, but he ignored her this time, pushing her against the door more roughly, kissing her with more force. She closed her eyes tightly, trying to not cry (because that would ruin everything, she was sure). His hands were already touching her in places she didn't want to think about. She had literally allowed herself to be put into this situation by following him into his truck and now she needed to get herself out of it.
She put her hands on his chest once again and pushed him away with all of her force and he growled roughly as they were separated.
"What!" he spat, thoroughly annoyed.
"I have to meet your mother," Rachel said with such conviction that he gave her a long stare as if contemplating the request.
"Now?" he said with a 'don't cross me' edge to his voice.
"Yes," Rachel insisted. "I need to meet the woman who raised the man I love." His eyes widened and Rachel prayed to God that he had believed her. She was giving it her all right now.
"You love me?" he asked in awe, seemingly star-struck by the idea.
"Of course," she said without missing a beat, her eyes staring at his unwaveringly. "I love you," she repeated. If he hadn't been so enthralled with the idea he may have noticed the shakiness in her voice.
The grin that appeared on his face was so genuine the only cliché metaphor Rachel could think of to describe it was that of 'a kid in a candy store'. He leaned forward and kissed her again happily.
"I love you, too," he said, still beaming. Rachel nodded, her eyes still never leaving his. She couldn't trust herself to look away right now because she was sure that if she did her entire façade would fall.
"We'll go to my house and you can meet my mom," he said with a nod and quickly turned the key in the ignition.
"What about my car?" Rachel asked, genuinely curious. She was positive he wasn't going to let her out of his truck, but she didn't want a ticket for leaving her car on the side of a road like it was.
"We'll come back and get it afterwards," he shrugged as he began to pull away from the scene of the accident (that hadn't been an accident at all).
As Rachel watched the image of her car shrink in the side mirror she couldn't help but wonder if it would be the last time she'd ever see it.
"What about your dad?" Rachel asked, trying to kill the silence in the car. She didn't want him to over think anything she had done in fear of him figuring out it had all been a lie.
"What?" he said quickly, sounding surprised by her question.
"Your dad… you mentioned that only your mom knew about us. Where is your dad?"
"He left us. About a month ago," he said quietly, his eyes focusing on the road.
"I'm sorry to hear that. At least you have your mom," Rachel said nicely, trying to make him feel better. His eyes flicked towards her and a small grin began to appear on his face.
"And you. I have you," he said surely and Rachel nodded, feeling sick all the while. His hand snaked over to her, landing on her thigh, and he began caressing it, working his hand upwards. He gave her a sleazy grin and Rachel's heart began to race. She didn't want this, she didn't want him to touch her.
"Aaron…" she said warningly and brushed his hand away gently. "What if another driver sees?"
"I don't care," he replied roughly, sounding like he was getting irritated again, and placed his hand back onto her thigh more forcefully.
"But, Aaron, I'm nervous-,"
"Don't be," he said harshly, gripping her thigh roughly with his fingers digging in, and Rachel shut up and nodded tightly. She had to do it. If she didn't, he may have pulled over and done something else… something worse.
He was touching her and, God forgive her, her body was responding to it. She closed her eyes at the beginning of it, trying her best not to look too disgusted by the prospect of him touching her in fear of what he would do if he noticed. Her lack of reaction, however, seemed to fuel him to do more, and it was only once her body had automatically jerked towards his hand that he seemed to slow down his movements. Unfortunately, that didn't completely stopped him, and it was only until he had rubbed her to an unwanted orgasm (eliciting a horrifyingly humiliating whimper that Rachel was positive would scar her for life) that he removed his hand from between her legs.
She was breathing heavily, trying not to cry in horror of what had just happened. Finally, when his hand was away from her body, she allowed herself to shake and once she began she feared she wouldn't be able to stop.
"Just wait until later. You'll be out cold once we're done," Aaron grinned at her and Rachel sat back in the seat, ignored him, and tried to steady her breathing. There isn't going to be a later, she reassured herself silently.
The situation was insane. She had placed herself into a dangerous environment with no way out, and she was the only one to blame. She had just literally let him molest her. She (basically) willingly got into a car with a stalker. To top it off, she was only about three inches from her cell phone tucked away inside of her purse, and just too afraid to pull it out.
God help her. God forgive her.
She didn't know if it was warranted, but Rachel felt a spark of hope ignite in her chest when they pulled into a familiar neighborhood that for one week last year she had found herself at more than once. As they drove through the winding houses Rachel's heart began to beat a little faster in anticipation.
As soon as the car stopped in Aaron's driveway she was going to run for it, and now that she knew Puck's house was about two blocks away she had a destination in mind.
But of course, that plan was hindered when Aaron pressed the button on a garage door remote and cruised into the garage of a small one-story house painted light blue. She noticed there was another car in the driveway and hoped beyond hope that his mother really was home and that he wasn't lying about introducing them. Despite his obvious madness Rachel couldn't help but trust that he believed that somehow he was in love with her. In love with her enough to not lie, at least.
He grabbed her hand tightly as the car stopped completely and he pressed the button to close the garage door. Rachel watched the door slide lower in slow motion, her heart sinking. When the final 'thud' of the door hitting the cement sounded Aaron pushed open the driver side door and pulled Rachel across the bench towards him, making her exit on his side and not releasing her hand.
When both sets of feet were on the ground, Rachel surveyed her surroundings, trying to figure out if there was a quick way to escape the garage, coming up empty. Aaron kissed her on the head as he slung an arm around her protectively, steering her in the direction of the door she presumed was into his house.
"My mom is going to love you," he said reassuringly and nudged her forward. Rachel smiled stiffly and walked forward.
The house was clean, if not a little cluttered, and tiny. The door from the garage opened up into the kitchen, which was decorated with all types of knick-knacks including fake fruits, ceramic Dalmatians, and plastic wine glasses.
"Sweetie, you're home! I made you some of those sandwiches you like," Aaron's mother said nicely from a different room. Rachel's head swiveled in the direction of the voice and she hoped to God that his mother wasn't as delusional as her son. At least she was there, though, which was a light in this dark tunnel of insanity Aaron was putting her through.
"Mom, I brought someone home today," Aaron said excitedly and pulled Rachel in the direction of the voice. They took a few steps together and Rachel came face-to-face with Aaron's mother who was on her way into the kitchen due to her son's arrival.
"Oh! And is this the famous Rachel that I have heard so much about?" his mother asked with a bright smile. She stuck out her hand and Rachel looked at it suspiciously for just a few seconds before grasping her hand.
"Hello, I'm Rachel Berry," she said as nicely as she could and gave his mother a look that screamed 'Help me!', which she either didn't notice or pretended not to. Rachel let his mother's hand drop as the woman took a few steps towards her son and gave him a welcoming, loving hug.
"And how was your day today, sweetie?" she said sweetly and kissed her son on the cheek in a motherly way that Rachel had never experience and only witnessed.
As she watched their exchange, Aaron saying hello and accepting the food his mother had set on the countertop, Rachel started to realize what this boy had and what he was going to lose due to this insanity that had been the last hour (that is, if she ever got out of the situation and reported it). It was obvious that Aaron's mother loved him dearly, and from what he told her about his dad they were all the other had… and after today this semi-picturesque life would be shattered into a billion pieces. Not only will his mother have lost her husband, now her son would probably be committed into a mental institution.
Rachel cleared her throat politely and Aaron immediately reached for her hand again, which he had let drop in order to hug his mom.
"I was wondering if there is a restroom I could use?" she asked as casually as she could. Aaron narrowed his eyes but nodded and began to lead her to another room.
"Give me your purse," he ordered, and didn't bother to wait for her to give it to him herself. As he pulled her purse away Rachel's face fell. There goes that plan.
"I'll be right here," he said and opened the door for her. She nodded and walked into the bathroom to find that it had no windows and just the door she had entered through.
When the door shut she leaned against the wall, allowing her face to fall and her knees to shake. She had to get out of here. She had to tell his mother what was happening somehow. Would she believe her? Would Aaron hurt his mother if she did?
She took a few deep breaths and stepped forward to flush the toilet and turned on the water to let it run as if she were washing her hands. She pulled open the medicine cabinet and sifted through the contents, looking for anything sharp just in case she would need to protect herself. Coming up empty handed she checked under the sink as well, also finding nothing to help her.
She sighed and turned off the water, took a deep breath, and pulled the door back open. Aaron looked at her suspiciously for a moment, seemed to decide there was nothing she could have done, and took her hand again, dragging her back into the kitchen. Rachel looked around, trying to get a good look at the house's layout, guessing where any exits could be. There wasn't one in the kitchen other than through the garage, so that meant the front door had to be just a room over, perhaps where his mother had come from.
"So, Rachel, did you want me to whip anything up for you?" Aaron's mother looked at the pair with sparkling eyes and Rachel knew instantly that it wasn't a common thing for Aaron to bring home girls and that this, to her, was a treat for both of them.
"I would l-,"
"No, we ate on the way here. I'm sure she's full," Aaron cut her off and Rachel snapped her mouth shut. She was trying to stall, keep his mom at a close distance, because she was pretty sure that he wasn't going to try anything dangerous with his mom nearby.
"Aaron, why don't you let her answer for herself. Rachel's a big girl!" his mother said pointedly and Rachel was positive that if they had been meeting one another in different circumstances they would have gotten along wonderfully.
Of course, that was not the case at the moment, and Rachel was currently at her wit's end trying to stay calm.
"But we're not hungry. We're going to go into my room," Aaron said quickly and began to pull Rachel towards a hallway. Rachel's feet rooted into the ground instinctively and she refused to be pulled forward.
"But we've hardly gotten to talk, Aaron," she insisted, and Aaron sent her a glare and gave her arm a tug.
"No, now, Aaron," Aaron's mother interjected and grabbed onto Rachel's other hand lightly and pulled her gently in the other direction. "We've only just met. Besides, shouldn't you tidy up your room before inviting your girlfriend inside? Last time I checked, which was about ten minutes before you got home, it was a mess."
"No!" Aaron protested loudly.
"Don't speak to me like that, Aaron, go clean and then you and Rachel can spend time together," she warned darkly, and Aaron's jaw clenched in anger. Was he always like this? Rachel wondered.
"Fine, but I'll only be a minute," he relinquished, and dropped Rachel's hand, to her great surprise, and raced off down the hallway to his room.
Rachel blinked a few times before darting towards what she guessed was the living room, and where she hoped the front door would be.
"We need to leave. Now." Rachel looked at Aaron's mother, whose name she still didn't know.
"What?" Her eyebrows raised in surprise as she followed behind Rachel closely.
"Your son is dangerous, Ms… I don't even know your last name! Until today I had never met your son," she explained seriously, her eyes boring into the older woman's.
"That's ridiculous, Rachel. I've been hearing about you for the past two weeks…" she said sternly, sounding confused, worried, and a little angry.
"No, no. I need to go right now," Rachel shook her head in persistence and took a few quick steps towards the door. She couldn't deal with Aaron's mother right now, she had to leave and call the police. Her hand was on the doorknob, twisting it to open the door.
"You need to leave with me, too," Rachel said quickly.
"Dear, calm down. I'm sure this can all be sorted out in just a moment… Aaron!" she called him and Rachel's heart dropped. She pulled open the inside door furiously and pushed the screen door forward, finally taking a step out - towards freedom. She spared a glace over her shoulder and saw Aaron approach his mother from behind.
"Come with!" she urged as she took another step out, but his mother was too confused. Aaron realized what was going on and he let out a wordless shout, bounding forward, knocking his mother to the side. Rachel saw her fall against the wall out of her peripheral vision and heard the surprised scream. She wanted to help, but her instinct to flee took over and she turned away instead and ran as fast as her feet would allow her, never looking back in fear of what she may see.
For the record, I would like it to be known that doing what Rachel did is not advised. Getting into a car with a stranger, dangerous or otherwise, is bad, bad, bad! Obviously we've all heard this before, but don't let this case alter your perception. This story isn't based off of any concrete facts, and talking a criminally insane person out of what they are doing is a BAD course of action (because the likelihood of it actually working is slim to none) unless you're a trained professional (and I'm going to go out on a limb here and guess you're not lol).
More coming soon! Please review!