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Things Get Broken

A crack of thunder erupted and a flash of lightening flickered across the morning sky of Lima.

Noah Puckerman stood on the porch in a pair of dark blue jeans and a dirty gray jacket. The cool, fall wind blew against his tan skin making him shiver slightly.

"Oh, Noah I'm sorry you had to come so early but the yard looks fabulous and I'm sure you did a great on the gutters." Mrs. Harper announced handing the check to Puck, along with a gracious tip. He grins.

"Not a problem, it's what you pay me for." He tells her, folding the check along with the cash and placing it in his pocket.

"By the looks of it though, I'm going to need you after this storm." She says, looking up at the gray sky and the clouds swirling above. "It's going to reek havoc on my yard."

He just nods.

"Same time next week?" He questions and she nods in confirmation. He walks off the porch, fishing for his keys in his pocket. He starts his truck and cranks the heat. The sky opens up and water begins to fall, slow and small droplets pelt his car but quickly pick up in speed. He sighs, there goes the rest of his appointments for the day.

The feeling of something wet against her face is what wakes her. She feels it again, and again before she manages to open her brown eyes. She blinks several times and lifts her throbbing head for only a second before it falls back against the cement. Her body is cold and aches. She slowly takes control over her sore limbs, using her wrist to push herself up but cries out when a searing pain shoots through her arm. Whimpering, she sits up and leans her head against the door of her car. Her sweatpants are hanging loosely around her waist, her jacket lays on the ground, her long sleeve shirt is ripped and loose around her neck exposing her bruised skin. Her bra lays discarded on the ground, the clasp and one of the straps is broken. She can feel something warm and wet just below her waist and begins crying.

The tears spring from her eyes, mixing with the dried blood on her face. There is a trail of dry blood from the wound from underneath her messy dark hair. Her hand gently touches her busted nose. She looks for her bag but finds that it is gone, along with her shoes. It takes time but she manages to stand, her eyes wander the parking lot but finds it deserted. Her cries become harder, louder and echo across the lot.

The rain is coming down firmly now and shows no signs of stopping. Puck is humming softly to the radio, his finger tapping against the steering wheel. He can see a hooded figure in the distance, stumbling on the side of the road.

"Wow," He thinks," "Someone's had too many." Because he would know.

As he gets closer, he realizes that the person is small, tiny and must be a girl. He drives past her but stops when he looks in his mirror and realizes the face.

"Berry? No way." He stops his truck and rolls down the window.

"Berry? Are you fucking insane?" He yells to her but she doesn't reply only glances briefly in his direction and keeps walking.

"This chick is crazy."

"Do you want a ride Berry?" He asks, only because it's raining and she's soak and she has no shoes.

"Um okay."

"What the hell? Berry where are your shoes?" He questions, moving his truck slowly to keep up with her.

"This girl is officially fucking nuts."

"Go away, Puck."

"Puck?" What the hell has he done to piss her off? She never calls him that.

"Hey, I'm just trying to be nice you. It's raining. Your wet. I have a truck." He states the obvious.

"I don't need a ride." Her voice is detached, cold and lacks the peppiness that is Rachel Berry.

"You're not even close to your house."

"I said I don't need a ride, please go." Her words are soft, once again they lack the strength and confidence that she usually has.

"What's your problem? Afraid to be seen with me? Cause really it would do wonders for you."

He smirks, hoping to get a rise out of her but receives nothing. He's pissed, she's not even looking at him, he's about to drive off and leave her there but something stops him. There's this stupid voice inside of his head, that's telling him there's something wrong with her and that he'll feel bad later for leaving her on the side of the road. God he hates his conscience.

He pulls closer to the side, putting his truck in park but leaving it on. He steps out of his truck and walks toward her.

"Berry, just get in the fucking truck, your lucky I drove by, do you know there are some sick ass people in this world?" She stops in her tracks. He reaches for her arm that's hanging by her side to gently pull her to the truck.

"Let go of me!" She screams, spinning around to face him and he immediately obeys.

"What the fuck is your pro- ." He stops, swallowing his sentence whole. He takes in her appearance. Her dark, brown hair is even darker due to the rain and is sticking to her bruised and bloody face.

"What the hell happened to you?" He takes a step forward to her.

"Get away from me!" She yells, her voice full of pure fear. She steps backward and her bare feet slip on wet mud, she falls to the ground.

"Stay a-away from, don't c-come any-y closer!" She cries, her words shaking and her body trembling. He can tell she's crying, the rain doesn't mask it.

He doesn't listen to her. He never does and suddenly he's towering over her.

"P-Please," She's begging and he's never heard her sound so desperate in his life.

"Please, d-don't." She places her arms in front of her face, shielding herself. He kneels down, positioning his body inches from her.

"Rachel." He speaks softy, his hands reaching for her arms. Instantly she fights against his hold, struggling to break free. He needs to calm her down, not an easy job.

"Rachel, stop just stop." He releases one of her arms and cups her cheek in his hand.

"I want to help you, okay? I'm not going to hurt you." His knees are in the mud and his thumb is stroking her cheek.

A sob escapes her lips.

"I'm won't hurt you, it's me Puck." His hazel eyes lock with her terrified brown.

"N-Noah?" She whispers.

"Yeah, it's me. You're safe now but I need to you get to the hospital." She nodes shakily.

"I'm going to help you up all right?" Her legs tremble but she manges to stand and he wraps his arm around her waist leading her to the truck. She stumbles twice, but doesn't fall. He opens the door for her.

"I'm gonna help you into the truck." He doesn't know why, but he feels like he should tell her his every move. She hisses in pain when his hand touches her rib.

"You okay?" He asks and she nods, walking back to his side of the car knowing that she's far from it.

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